Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

S i x t e e n

#NoWords I'm having a horrible day online; my dad won't allow me to get the vaccine so I can't even join my class for Christmas— my life sucks right now, I hope you guys vote and comment!

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I could be aggressive (I could be aggressive)
I can be a savage (I can be a savage)
I just need your blessin' (I just need your blessin')
Say that I can have it, yeah

When We - Tank

Kendall Jenner's view

(7:12 AM Monday)

     The sight was definitely not what I wanted to see the minute I entered his house the second time, but I'm sure this wasn't the worst.

     Nick looked at me as if all of this was happening because of me. Should I blame him for that?

     I frowned, "You didn't think you'd be seeing me again? Trust me, as much as I would like to disappear from your life, I can't. Your manager makes it sincerely impossible."

     Nick rolled his eyes, "One, he's not my manager, I have no manager. And two; I never said I wanted you to disappear from my life, I just said I wanted you to leave because the sight of your face makes me wanna rip your hair out and throw you into a wall. Yet again, I don't hit girls," he said, smirking. 

     I was quiet, so he smiled, "What made you come back? Alone, too, may I add."

     I snorted, "I didn't come alone— Joe's back there."

     I jerked a thumb behind me and Nick's eyes widened, so did the blondie's.

     "Joe's here!?" she squeaked, looking utterly frightened.

     I frowned, "Yeah, he's here. He's back there— doing something, I don't know, told me to come up here first, to—" I rolled my eyes, "—sort things out with you.

     The girl yelped and turned to Nick, "I'll be in the kitchen." 

     I glanced at the blondie, who hurried to the kitchen. I cleared my throat and turned to Nick, finding him glaring at me. "Well, OK, cool. Now, where do I start? Right; Your manager texted me last night while I was out—"

     "With your boyfriend," Nick interrupted, carelessly.

     I squinted, "Excuse me, what?"

     "With your boy toy." Nick looked at me as if I was supposed to know what he was talking about. He took a deeply annoyed breath, "The Stefan Salvatore dople—"

     I scoffed out a laugh, "He's not my boyfriend, let alone boy toy! He's a friend—"

     "Yeah right, friend," Nick said, rolling his eyes. "Where were you guys at, huh? At a carnival or something—?"