Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

T h i r t y - t w o

Kendall's pov

"Tell me about you."

I bit into my chicken as my eyes bore into hers. She had her hands intertwined under her chin, her head tilted. She sighed and looked across to the glowing reflection of the stars against the water.

"There's not much to know," she says after a while. I put down my fork and chuckled.

"All women can do is lie," I say, making her jaw drop, clearly offended. I just needed to provoke her into telling me.

"It's actually the other way around, Jonas," she says with an unbothered laugh. I cringed but she continued, "but if you really do want to know... i guess I can say I'm interested in writing?"

I was met with pure wonder and excitement. "But you're a model," I said slowly.

She sighs; it sounded like a sad one. "I don't enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing. It was always my mother's dream for me to become a model. She wanted to be a model," she explains, fidgeting with her fork as she looks down at her lap, which I didn't really like.

I cleared my throat and reached across the table to take the fork out of her hands. "I think you should do what you enjoy. If it's writing, you should write."

The look of annoyance after I'd taken away her fork had quickly been replaced with a curious one. "You... mean that?" She slowly asks. I press my lips together and pretended to think hard, making her throw her napkin at me.

I laughed and nodded, "Of course I mean that. I mean how else Dyou think I was able to end up like this?" I say in a mocking tone. She scoffed and looked at me with playful disgust. "You're someone who shouldn't follow their dreams. No offense," she quickly adds, fear in her voice.

I brought my hand to my chest, acting shocked. "Offense taken."

She looked away, "I'm glad it's dark," she says.

"Why?"

"Many reasons," she mumbles. I raise and eyebrow and decide to drop it, feeling drowsy.

I got up, feeling her gaze on me. "We should head home," I say, taking her plate. She yanks it back, a confused look on her face. I wish I could say it was disappointment that this night was coming to and end but I don't want to disappoint myself. Besides, she's the one begging for the night to end.

We carried the plates back into the kitchen and began washing. She insisted she could get the job done, but something in me made me insist that it was a two man job.

"Don't be stupid," she said with a laugh, taking the sponge from me. "You're too pretty to wash dishes anyway," she adds with a cute smile, showing a slight dimple on her cheek. I was quickly disrupted from my thoughts as Kendall splashes water at me, making jump backwards.

"What the hell, woman!?" I yelped, wiping away and she laughed. I grumbled, trotting away to get a towel to wipe off the water from my face.

"I had a really good time," Kendall blurts, making me smile against the towel. I turned my back to her and the smile stayed on my face for a little longer. I couldn't let her know that I too enjoyed her company. That would feed her ego too much. And this was exactly what Andy wanted; for me to let down my walls and fall for this woman. It's not going to be that easy.

I sucked in a deep breath and turned around. Kendall was flushed, her face was slightly red and she wouldn't look away from the dishes. Was she... crying? I couldn't tell.

As I moved closer, she rushed her scrubbing and washed the plate, stacking them on the rack. She turned her back on me before I could get close to her. Shit, I really fucked up.