Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

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I'm like OMG I got the seventy! WHOOO! Ok, I'mma just give you the chapter and shut up now...

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I was so foolish, on some stupid shit
Should've never let you out
Knowing that you left, messes with my head
Shadows of you haunt me now

Under You - Nick Jonas

Nick Jonas's mind

(8:45 AM Saturday)

"Alright," Kim said, slumping her huge bottom on the couch next to Khloe, who was tipped by the impact of Kim's butt. "Hope you weren't kept waiting too long, back to the plan."

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, "No, I was fine— the plan."

Khloe nodded, "I was thinking since it's really a privilege for you to come along, since, you know, you're technically the father of Kendall's baby. I don't think Malik would have any right to say you can't come along."

Kim nodded, pointing at Khloe, "She has a point, but I think Kendall would kind of also have the right to choose whether she wants you to come, too," she pointed out. "Mom won't be too happy unless Kendall says she wants you to come along."

I nodded, "Alright, how do we make Kendall oblige with me... going?"

"I think," Khloe said before Kim could say anything, "she should have no choice but to bring you along."

"And how do we do that exactly? Kendall practically hates him— No offense," she added to me, making me press my lips together. 

"None taken."

Khloe clicked the insides of her mouth and turned to me, "What would make you insist that you HAVE to go to Palm Springs with her?"

I frowned, thinking, "Maybe if I was worried she'd fall off a jet ski or something.

Kim and Khloe laughed before Khloe added, "Good thinking, that probably won't happen because she would be in a life vest. Think of a better one, Jonas, I know you've got something in that thinking machine of yours that has produced hundreds of songs."

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a pack of crips and ripped them open with ease, looking up at me as she chewed.

Kim rolled her eyes before turning to me, "How about something to do with... Zayn. You don't like him; try telling her that, maybe she'd think about bringing you along."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "It's not gonna work," I groaned. "She won't talk to me— especially when she realizes that the conversation's about her stuck-up boyfriend."

Khloe shrugged, "I mean, they're not exactly exclusive yet, so... I don't know if you can call him her boyfriend."

"It doesn't matter what he is to her, she won't talk trash about him, especially not with me," I reasoned. "Can't we just let it go—"

"No— absolutely not!" Kim said, narrowing her eyebrows at me. She looked pissed.

"I thought you were way stronger than this," Khloe said. "Don't make one random dude take away your girl!"

I put on an innocent look, "You want me to box him?"

"No, not what I meant," Khloe said. "You know what I mean."

Kim nodded, "Yes, you loved her, and you still do, so don't give up trying to get her back! No one lets go of my sister like that!"

I tilted my head, "Half-sister," I corrected.