Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

T w e n t y - F i v e

Sorry for not updating sooner, I was reading this really great Stelena story— the best book I've ever read. Funny, dramatic, and has an overall great plot. 

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I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back, I want you back

Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars

Nick Jonas's POV

(8:31 PM Monday)

     I walked back into the ballroom, hands clenched in a compressed frustration. What was wrong with her? I thought she knew what she supposedly signed up for? I can't have her ditching things like this all the time. 

     I grabbed a champagne glass from one of the waiter's trays and downed it in one gulp. A few people stared at me as I thumped it back down on one of the tables, continuing through the crowd again.

     I needed to look for Joe; perhaps he could get Kendall to stop being such a freak and start realizing that our publicity was at stake here. I don't want freakin' Taylor Swift to think that I was in some stupid, fake relationship. It'd ruin my image as both a popstar and a superior good-looking person.

     I paused right outside the bathroom, trying to calm down my wits. Peering around the room, I saw Joe by the punch table, clinking champagne with some of his friends.

     I stomped my way over.

     "You will not believe what Stilt Girl just did," I hissed, making Joe turn to look at me, a curious look on his face.

     "What? Who's Stilt— oh, you mean Taylor—?"

     "No; Kendall!"

     Joe excused himself from his friends and turned his full attention to me. "What d'you mean? What did she do?" 

     I rubbed my face. "She literally bailed last minute. Taylor's still giving me that 'your affection towards tall bitch is fake because barbie slut told me so' look!" 

     Joe frowned. "Barbie slut—?"

     "And now, she's disappeared, and I don't know where to find her." I folded my arms across my chest, huffing in annoyance. "I was thinking that maybe you could find her and tell her that she's screwed."

     Joe sighed. "Oh come on, man. We don't know for sure whether Taylor's a big mouth—"

     "Oh, she's a big mouth, alright!" I gave him a menacing look. "Just find Stilt girl, please. I'm gonna go drown my sorrows by the fountain outside. Let's hope I'm drunk enough once you find her..."

     I gave him another long look before disappearing through the crowd.