Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

T w e n t y - T w o

I hope everything's going well— this chapter is just a bonus, I must quickly shower!

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She walks in and the room just lights up
But she don't want anyone to know
That I'm the only one who gets to take her home

She's Not Afraid - One Direction

Kendall Jenner's POV

(7:03 PM Monday)

     I felt his eyes on me as I interrupted the little chat he and his brother were having. They were hissing at each other like angry cats— I had to stop it sooner or later.

     I shrugged, seeing that he was still staring at me, and he quickly stopped gazing.

     "We need to talk." It was all he said as he quickly brushed past me towards the living room. I followed suit, trying to walk gracefully since the dress made it so hard.

     You're a model. You can handle a ball.

     I cleared my throat as I saw him leaning on one of the tables, thumbs on his bottom lips as if thinking deeply. Nick looked me in the eyes for the first time this evening and dug his hands in his trouser pockets.

     He nodded his head at me. "You look... nice, unlike every other day where you're just in your jeans. Where'd you get the dress?" I scoffed, seeing that it was all he seemed to care about.

     "Does it matter where I get the dress?" I answered back, a little too snappishly. His eyebrows furrowed.

     "Does it matter to just answer my damn question? I wanted a simple answer— but then nothing about you is simple, so let's just get on with it." He scoffed, turning the other way.

     My mouth was left hanging open at his arrogant response. "Very well then," I said, feeling foolish. "I got it from my tailor. He's... a nice tailor."

     Surprisingly, Nick let out a chuckle. "A nice tailor? You look practically half-naked."

     My mouth flew open again. "Excuse me—? Okay, first of all; I did not get to choose what I'm wearing; it was the best option, and second; you, of all people, should not have a side in how I look."

     Nick raised his hands in the air. "Okay, calm down; I was just gonna say that you look pretty hot— naked, yes, but hot. And again, you still look too naked, so you're gonna have to be a bit careful walking around in that."

     I rolled my eyes. "Is this what everything's about? Can't I just— can we leave now, if this is what it's about?"

     Nick raised his hand in the air as if to stop me from speaking. "I told you earlier that... Gigi has my phone, and basically; everything on it— the contract, the texts, my emails— all that shit could get us exposed. Apparently, she's not going to unless we... supposedly broke up and I go live in paradise with her."