Chapter 8 ( Kendall) not Samantha

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I stumble into bed . With my clothes on . Oh I am so drunk . I think the last time I was this drunk was at homecoming and the punch was spiked and I didn't know it I just thought it tasted strange but I liked it so I drank it really fast . And I got drunk , I even throwed up on the school lawn . This time it was different I knew what I was doing . I started drinking shots of whiskey after I talked to Shane and his girlfriend. The way he kissed her was just so I don't know it seemed just I really  I don't know . Here is the deal if I seen anyone else kissing like that I would think it was gross . So why didn't I think that when I seen him kiss her .
Instead I felt hurt . And I also thought he knows how to kiss I sort of wished someone would kiss me like that .
Whatever I am not going to think about. Him no more tonight .

I was not surprised when he did not ride home with me and Jessica , but I sort of wanted him to .
What is wrong with me .  I am supposed to not think no more about him tonight. This southern jerk won't get out of my head .

I toss and turn . I hear a loud thud   Come from outside in the hallway . It sounds like someone fell .
My thoughts go to oh no Shane hurt hisself .

I rush out even as drunk as I am when I get to the hall way I see Shane kissing a dark headed girl .
She moves back and I see the dark headed girl is not his girlfriend Samantha.
I Am in shock he seemed to be so into her earlier .

This girl is buttoning up her jeans , so I guess they did more than make out .

I dilbrity cough , it is a fake cough .

" Oh hi there " the girl says in the most country accent I have heard everyone  here has a accent but hers is way more intense .

" I am Mable" she says
And her name is even country

" Your not Samantha " I say

" No I am Mable " she says and giggles

I think she is nice and dumb but I also think she is easy .

" I think it is time to go Mable " Shane says to her
His face has a look on it but I can't tell if he is proud or ashamed .

They walk past me .

" Really, Shane " I say when he gets even with me .
He looks me up and down . I feel my face get hot .
He smiles and he looks so hot it just ain't fair .

" I am going to walk her out , I will be right back ." He tells me

So he wants me to wait here .
But why?
Does he want to explain ?
I shouldn't even care.
But for some reason I do .

He is back in the hallway in less then 5 mins .

" I order her a Uber " he tells me

" You know that is a gentleman thing to do ." I say to him

                 " I am always a gentleman " he claims
But then he laughs at his own self .

                " Your pathetic " I say
I don't get why he wanted me to stay here , he didn't care that I know he slept with that girl .

              " I am not pathetic I am not perfect , but nobody would call me pathetic . I am rich " he says

                " So I am rich too " I tell him

             " Are you saying that you are pathetic " he questiones

                   " No I am just saying your not impressive, sleeping with all kids of girls , barley speaking to your parents and being rude to me . " I say

                       " really none of those things is your business except for maybe being rude to you which if it was up to me I wouldn't be because if it was up to me I wouldn't see you to be rude to you ." He says loudly

             " Nobody is forcing you to see me " I say
I am trying to hold back tears but his words hurt my feelings

                  " We are in a situation that we have to see each other Kendall you are right there staying next to me ." He shouts motioning his hands in between his room and mine .

             " I am sorry I can't help that but just ignore me " I shout

                " You are kind of hard ignore in your tight dresses and short shorts ." He yells

Did him saying that mean something else , something I shouldn't  dare even think about .

His expression goes from embarrassment to anger .

               " You do that on purpose." He yells
         " What " I ask

            "  you walk around half dressed " he yells
And walks closer

             "You did come to my door in a barley there pajamas." He yells

And walks closer .
He is so close that I back up and I am against the wall.

  I push him back and move over .

                    " I was exhausted from the traveling I didn't pay no attention to what I had on . " I yell

            " You can tell yourself that sweetheart " he says
             " I don't dress for you or any boy , I just wear what I like " I say matter of factly

           " unhuh " he says and smirks

He is getting on my nervous .

              " You know I don't really care what you believe I know the truth . I will continue to wear what I want but I do think you should not look no matter how hard it is " I say

That could have been took out of context because his eyes go big . I really didn't mean nothing by  it .

I back up further because now I am uncomfortable.

     I just need to get out of this situation.

" You want attention we'll sweetheart you have it " he yells

What dose he mean by that .

                " I don't care but I do think Samantha deserves better than to be cheated on ."  I shout and walk by him

            " Samantha is not my girlfriend  so technically I can sleep with who ever I want wether it be her or Mable or whoever ." He shouts

I turn around and say
                 " It sure  looked like ye was boyfriend and girlfriend earlier tonight ."

                " I am telling you we are not " he says calmly

              " You are not the boy I once knew , " I say because I have been thinking that

              " No I am not , I grew up " he claims

But he seems more immature to me now .

I go into my room and lock the door . I slide down to the floor and. Cry . I am not sure why I am crying .
But that was a heated argument.

My. Buzz has seemed  to wear off and it seemed like his had too .
But the tears are still coming .

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