Chapter 8

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Kendrick POV

God know's I hate Monday mornings. They just annoy me to the core, but I was kinda glad too cause I would get to see McKenzy. Seeing her was like lighting a candle in a dark room. I had never met a girl like her before. All the other girls I ever chilled with only wanted two things sex or just the name of being my girl and I never understood why. I was pretty well known around town cause I was just a cool nigga. Kenzy just understood me on so many levels and was a good person all around. She made me feel things that I never knew existed. I couldn't lie a nigga was sprung foreal. I honestly wanted to do something special for her cause she had been through something rough in the last 4 months and she deserved it more than anything. Getting out of my thoughts I got up getting ready for school hopping in the shower and getting fresh. I shot Kenzy a good morning text before getting in. I had never had a girl running through my mind like this before and it made me wanna dance and do gushy shit.

McKenzy POV

I was waken out of my sleep by my alarm clock going off. I leaned up yawning and stretching. I turned on my radio playing some music to wake me up. I hated Monday morning with a passion and I wasn't reading for school at all or the loud ass hoes that woke the world up with bullshit. I care by Beyonce came on and I immediately turned it up loud. That song just brought out every emotion I had been feeling. It was just a strong song that I loved to listening to. I walked into my bathroom looking in the mirror at my beyond messy curls. I pushed them out of my face to brush my teeth and wash my face. I ended up waking up and taking a shower after Ken left last night. After doing my hygiene routine, I decided on wearing a plain blue T-shirt with some light blue jeans and my Jordan 1's. I looked over myself in the mirror deciding to straighten my hair. Changing the song to Freakum Dress by Beyonce and seeing I had a good morning text from Ken. I couldn't help but smile thinking about him and the things we had experience together. He was always so cool and fun to hang around with his serious yet silly demeanor.

After straightening my hair to the bone I went downstairs to see my mom in the kitchen fixing coffee.

"Good morning mommy"I said giving her a side hug seeing she had cooked bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches. They were my absolute favorite for breakfast. Getting mines I walked over to the table placing it down and fixing a cup of orange juice. Biting into my sandwiches was like a taste of pure heaven.

"Is it good bunny" my mom asked. I just looked at her with a satisfied look. She just chuckled taking her coffee and sandwich upstairs to her room.

"Thanks mommy"I said to her as she gave me a head nod. Enjoying the rest of my sandwich and orange juice I strolled through my phone and made a mental note to get my number changed because Shawn keeps finding ways to call or send me messages saying the same ole bullshit trying to threaten my and Ken. I was just tired of him more than anything. Maybe if I did let Ken whoop his ass he would leave me alone for good. I just chuckled at myself putting my dishes in the dishwasher and walking back upstairs to get my things. Grabbing my book sack and keys I turned my light and T.V. off. I checked around making sure I had everything. Closing my room door I went to the kitchen to grab my water and leave.

As I was coming out of the door I saw Ken walk out coming straight across the street to me. He had on a white T-shirt that had some graffiti on it and some light blue jeans with a pair of white Jordan 1's.

"You wanted to match shoes as me"he said wrapping his arms around my waist hugging me tightly.

"Nah you were the one peaking in my window this morning to see what I was wearing today"I said putting my face in the crook of my neck kissing it lightly.

"How I was peaking through yo room this morning"he asked pulling away with a smirk. "I like yo hair straightened like that its sexy as hell" he said as he ran his fingers through my hair tugging it a little.

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