Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

T h i r t y - T h r e e

KENDALLs POV

The sunlight crept through the curtains into my room and my eyes fluttered open, the echoes of Nick's laughter and voice loomed in my head. I shook off the lingering warmth and sat up, rubbing my eyes. They were red and puffy from all the crying last night.

I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of my bed. How had I gotten into bed? I thought, pretty sure I didn't get into bed on my own. I'd fallen asleep during the car ride back home. The thoughts eventually led to me picturing Nick carrying me up the stairs in bridal style.

"Kendall?"

I immediately wiped the smile off my face and whipped my head around to find Khloe, leaning against my door. She was dressed like she was going somewhere. I frowned, "You ever heard of knocking?" I asked, annoyed. She grinned, "how was last nighttt??" She squealed, completely ignoring my question.

I couldn't help but flush. "It was... actually really nice," I said, quietly as if to myself. Khloe rushed to the foot of my bed and sat down, "you have to tell me all about it."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I- you know I don't kiss and tell," I tried to say.

"YOU GUYS KISSED!?" She exclaimed, eyes wide. I was bewildered, shocked how she said it so loudly. She grimaced, and dropped to a whisper, "You guys kissed????"

I roll my eyes. "I heard you the first time, Khlo. And no, I meant I don't like to talk about things like that. He didn't kiss me," I said, again more to myself. Khloe let's it seep in and huffed.

"Lucky for you, last night isn't gonna be the last time you see each other. Mom and Andy have plans for you guys."

I groan and she grins, "are you kidding me? I've seen enough of him last night," I lie, hiding my excitement as I get up to go get myself ready. Nick wasn't as bad as I'd thought; maybe he had a few breakdowns at times in his life that caused him to close up, I'm sure there's a good person in there somewhere.

I took a shower and got ready. I have no idea what they have planned for today, but half of me was wanting to crawl back into bed and the other was wanting to run right back to his embrace. When I opened my bedroom door, the muffled voices were clear and I recognized Andy's right away. I didn't need to see that man to hate him.

"... I don't know what you heard from your daughter but Nick has shown enthusiasm for last night!" Andy yapped. He spotted me coming down the stairs and his face brightened up. "Kendall! We were just talking about you!"

My mother pushed a plate of mixed fruits towards the edge of the table, encouraging me to sit down and eat. I ignored her and looked around the room, looking at the new and old faces. In short; i was looking for him.

There were some new faces; two new people I didn't know and have never seen in my life.

"Please, eat," Andy ushered, pulling out a chair. "You'll need tons of energy for today!"

Before I could protest and ask what today was, Nick spoke up from the corner of the room in which he'd hovered in the shadows. "I'm pretty sure she rejected the fruits once, Andy, there isn't a need to force her."

He strutted towards me and I looked away, afraid to look directly at him. Andy huffed and I saw my mother shoot me a look, "oh well we can always catch some food on the way, there really isn't a rush."

"What's today?" I ask before anyone else interrupts. "Where are we going?"

Mom pursed her lips. "Since Andy's plan last night turned out to be a success, we were thinking we'd try something new with you two today. Since you're both comfortable."

I blinked. Then looked at nick, who quickly looked away. Last night was a plan?

The lump in my throat was back. I couldn't speak, afraid I'd break into tears. Andy and mom exchanged looks and he finally piped up, "Listen, we should get going, we don't want to be late!"

Everyone started moving. The world spun, but it felt like I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, frozen. Nick stood frozen with me, his arms folded across his tight chest. His expression was blank, innocence displayed across his face.

I scoffed, staring at him in utter disbelief. "I thought last night was genuine."

He looked away, "it was—"

"If it was, you'd look at me right now," I snapped.

His jaws clenched and he stared down into my eyes. I didn't care how scary this man was, right now nothing can stop me from hating every bit of him. "I thought you knew what this was," he started, coldly. "I thought you understood that whatever were having—whatever last night was— it's not real, Kendall."

Before I could stop myself my hands stuck across his face. Seething with hatred, I said through gritted teeth, "don't you dare let that tongue of yours even utter my name."

This time, the world had froze. Everyone had stopped. The only movement there was in the house was my chest heaving from all the anger. I turned my heel and left the kitchen.

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