Summertime sadness 【｡_｡】 JΞЯΞMУ GILБΞЯΓ【｡_｡】

Chapter nine

CHAPTER NINE: history repeating

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KENDALL GRIFFO HADN'T RECALLED THE EVENTS OF THE HALLOWEEN PARTY. He didn't remember that he had kissed Tyler Lockwood, or that Tyler had pushed him off the table accidentally, before taking him home.

Kendall sat in he passenger's seat of Tyler's car, who had offered to drive the younger one to school. Tyler had been off, Kendall noticed. He would barely looked at Kendall, and when he did,  it was a look as of Tyler felt guilty. 

"Are you alright?" Kendall asked Tyler.

"What? Yeah! Of course," Tyler answered, quickly.

"Is this about Vicki missing? Ever since day after the Halloween party at school, you've been...like, hiding something.  I worried about you Ty."

"I'm fine. I swear, Ken."  Tyler smiled, using the nickname he knew that Kendall found annoying.

Kendall groaned in annoyance. "Come on! Ty isn't even a bad nickname! Ken is the name of the dumb doll!" Kendall argued. "What even is his full name?"

"Kendall," Tyler replied.

"Like, honestly, or is it just so you can keep making fun of me?"

"I'm serious! It makes sense! Ken-dall, doll, Ken-doll." Tyler says, smiling widely when he sees the annoyed look on his friend's face as he throws his head back.

"I would never, ever make fun of you like this! Or betray you like this!" Kendall dramatically called out. He turned his head, a smile breaking out onto his face as he looked at the other.
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Jeremy Gilbert had been in class, glancing up to see if Kendall was anywhere near the door. He looked out the window, frowning when he had seen Kendall exit out of Tyler Lockwood's car.

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"Can I drive next time?" Kendall asked, grinning brightly.

Tyler turned to him, smiling. "You are never allowed to drive my car."

"Come on! I'd let you dive my car, if I had one."

"I've seen you fall off of a bike."
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Tyler glared at Jeremy Gilbert when he had walked Kendall into the classroom. Jeremy, who was also glaring at Tyler, and would turn his eyes to Kendall, immediately the glare would turn into a soft gaze.
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"Kendall!" Jeremy quickly gathered his belongings to chase after the shorter boy. Tyler stepped in front of him, but before either could say anything.

Jeremy was called into a classroom by the new history teacher.
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"Ken," Tyler grinned at the shorter one, who was trying to quickly leave.

"Ty," Kendall smiled back, frowning for a seconds "Ler. Le. Lyer."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Finding a nickname that you'll Despise."

Tyler laughed, swinging an arm over the other's shoulders.
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Kendall had thought about going to the Grill, it was late at night. Well, not actually, but he knew the possibility of Jeremy being there.

He sent Tyler away.

He said he wanted to be alone to think over everything.  He felt as though he was a complete asshole, but, at the moment, he didn't believe he could handle anyway other than the few people in his class during school. And now, he wanted to be alone to do his homework.

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Kendall stared down at his phone, the missed calls from Jeremy the night of the Halloween party. Kendall was still trying to figure out when he had turned off his phone.

And how he had gotten home. He couldn't remember a thing. The boy didn't believe he had drunk all that much, clearly he was wrong.

Kendall's finger hovered above Jeremy's name.

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