ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ(gxg)

Chapter Seven

Kendall

Mankind craved validation.

We craved it with our soul, with our bones, with our hearts.

The science behind mankind craving validation was simple, really. We as humans have the desire to get noticed, to get praised, to please others, even if you were unaware of it. For some it was a form of self esteem issues, unaware of their place in society.

For me it was a drug.

A drug that I only enjoyed getting from Audrey.

As much as I loathed the small blonde stood next to me, I've always gave credence to how addicting her validation was. Audrey had this aura around her, that made people want to please her. And the blonde was anything but oblivious to the fact.

Maybe that's why I was walking her home right now. For her validation.

Logically, there was no other explanation as to why I was walking her home. She could have just booked an Uber, or she could have made her own way back home. Chase could have walked her home, as he was the whole reason she was invited into our little circle anyways.

Yet here I found myself, my arm wrapped around the petite blonde's torso, holding her whole body weight up, walking through the dimly lit streets of London.

I turn my head towards the blonde next to me, a pang of hatred hitting my heart in an instant.

The blonde was now giggling profusely, looking up at me with big doe eyes.

'Whats so funny darling?' I hiss out, staring down at her with my best unamused expression.

Her uncontrollable giggles continue, as she reaches into her pocket and whips out a small bottle of vodka.

'Bet you didn't even notice I've been sipping on this for the past half hour' She smirks, a smirk of victory.

I smirk and squint my eyes, letting them wander her body, whilst she examines me for a reaction.

'And why the fuck would you think I care about you drinking? It's your own consciousness, fuck it up if you want' I reply, tilting my head to the side slightly, trying to mock-fake confusion.

'Well you wouldn't want to be left carrying an unconscious body home now, would you?' She finally replies, after taking a moment to think of an answer, looking up at me, examining my face to try and figure out my next reply.

I swiftly let go of her body, letting the blonde fall to the ground, watching her pathetic attempt at trying to grab back onto me, to prevent her fall.

I crouch down slightly, leaning down to face her, inching my face closer to hers.

'I could care less about you, or whether you're conscious. In fact, I can even leave you here right now at your state, and not give two shits. You mean absolutely nothing to me Audrey, and I couldn't give even less of a shit about what happens to you. What happened back there, was a simple small act of kindness. But since you always seem to take things so out of context, make your own way back home' I whisper huskily, watching the confusion dance around her eyes, before pushing myself back up, turning on my heel, and walking off.

Leaving the blonde laying on the ground, a pile of mess.

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I make my way towards my gate, opening and slamming it shut slightly. I calculate the situation, pondering on whether it would be more beneficial for me to stroll in through the front door, or to climb up into my window unnoticed.

I of course, chose the second option.

Always gotta be extra.

I grab a wheelie bin, from the corner of my garden, and wheel it all the way up to where my window is. I climb atop the bin, and use my arms to hurl my whole body weight onto the little roof under my window. I swing one of my legs over, grabbing the windowsill to pull myself into the room, falling onto my desk and sending items flying everywhere.

Fuck, maybe I am a bit drunk.

I throw my whole body weight onto my small, single bed, and feel my consciousness leaving me the minute my head hit the pillow.

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I brush my teeth, and stare back at the reflection of a very hungover me in the mirror.

I decided to not pay much attention to my outfit today, throwing on some baggy sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, ruffling my fingers through my short hair a bit, to make it look fluffier.

I grab my phone, my nicotine, and my cart and head out of the building I call my home, bracing myself for the day ahead.

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I head towards my locker, Chase and Aimee already present and waiting for me.

'Where the fuck did you two go yesterday, I was worried sick about the pair of you? I thought we were all meant to get an Uber XL back?' Chase questions, his voice wavering slightly, worry evident behind his eyes.

'Chill, we were fine. I walked her halfway, and headed back to mine' I reply smugly, getting my books out of my locker, and slamming it shut.

I turn my attention around to Aimee, the girl barely even aware of my presence, her attention fixated on her phone, her thumbs tapping her phone screen eagerly.

'Hey Aimes, who got you're attention like that?' I bite my tongue, to prevent something in the form of a half snort half laugh escaping.

She looks up from her phone, like a deer caught in red light, and shyly slides her phone into her blazer pocket.

'Oh. No one, just my science project partner.' She shyly looks down at her shoes, suddenly taking great interest in the detailing on them.

Mhm. Definitely just a project partner.

Aimee is what you could describe as a hopeless romantic. Shes very much into all that cliche, rom-com type of bullshit. Always jumping at the opportunity to find a new lover, calling every single one of them 'the one'.

My petty thoughts get disturbed, as all of my friends suddenly look up, their eyes taking a halt behind me.

I look at them questioningly, and they direct their eyes behind me, trying to tell me something.

I turn around slowly, suddenly hyper aware of my surroundings.

And there she is.

Her aura as alluring as ever.

I take a look at the sight before me, and feel my breath hitch.

She looks as exquisite as ever, her tanned legs practically glistening, the tight pencil skirt hugging her hips perfectly, stopping right before her ass, showing off all the right curves. The first four buttons on her shirt undone, slightly exposing her cleavage. Enough to tease and tempt, but not enough to get written up for violation of the uniform policy. Her silky, pin straight blonde hair framing her face and shoulders.

I look up to take a look at her eyes, and the expression behind them bewilders me.

She looks pissed.

The vexation practically dancing behind her eyes, a hint of amusement crammed into them too.

'Oh look what the cat brought in. Did you really think those sweatpants were a good look on you? They do nothing but make your legs look fucking obese' She snarls out, her eyes guiding themselves up and down my figure, taking everything in.

Im suddenly made very aware of my poor outfit choice, and back away slightly, feeling insecure.

Compared to her looking like a goddess, even when hungover, I look like absolute shit.

Not to mention I'm going to get written up for not wearing the uniform.

I glare at her, and she looks at me with an amused expression, one of her eyebrows raised in a mocking manner.

However, nothing could brace me for what she did next.

She hurls, collecting saliva on her tongue, and spits right at me, erupting giggles from her little minions and some others surrounding us, watching us.

This is going to be a long day.

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This is unedited and I'm stoned so apologies for any spelling mistakes<3