Taste For An Older Chick - A Kendall Jenner Fanfic(Season 1)

Chapter 13: BB Madness

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Zara's P.O.V

I feel over the sheets next to me but don't feel Kendall lying there. I get up and throw on some Adidas sweat pants and a baggy, grey T Shirt. I run my hand through my short blonde hair and stare at my dark eye lashes and frosty, blue eyes. I brush my teeth before walking downstairs. 

Cara and Ruby give me the 'Oh no' look, and I raise an eyebrow. 

"What is this?" Hailey throws up three magazines with me on the cover. Um. I scan the room and notice Kendall sitting at the head of the table with her legs crossed, and her cat like eyes staring coldly at me. Oh shit. This is not good, then. 

I walk over and grab the magazines. One is of me smirking and the two girls kissing me. Captioned:

"Zara Obviously Gets All The Girls, Kendall WATCH OUT". I sneer and look at the other magazine. My hand is around another girl's waist. I was just trying to be nice for the picture, what the fuck?

The last magazine is of me kissing a girl on the cheek. She's smiling and blushing wildly. Oh fuck me. I throw the magazines aside. 

"All of them labeled Zara gets the girls, blah blah blah." Kendall finally says something. 

"You act like they mean anything. I was just being nice" I snap. 

"There's a difference between just being nice and grabbing or kissing other girls on the cheek." She snaps back, this time getting up from her chair. 

"Are you serious right now? How do you think I feel when you're at a fucking model shoot and all these girls are all over you? You can't tell me shit when there's a bunch of posts and magazines related to your body." I snap. 

"It's not like I'm posted with other girls, and I'm kissing them. I'm not holding their waist, winking at the, or lifting them in the air am I?" She asks. 

"You're making a big deal out of this." I reply sharply. 

"Tell your new little girlfriends at your game today. Maybe they'll actually give a shit." She says, storming off. 

"I'm going for a run." She says, taking off.  I notice she has her workout leggings and tank top from Victoria Secret on. 

"Kendall!" I snap. She slams the door behind her, and I throw the stupid magazines off the table. 

"I have a fucking game to go to." I growl. Nobody says a word. Ruby walks up after me and into my room. I start changing into my basketball uniform, not even caring if she's there. 

"Like... You know me. I would never cheat on Kendall or even go out with another girl." I growl. 

"Yeah, but you know how Kendall is. She's one feisty chick. She's been cheated on before, so I don't think she would doubt a handsome young 17 year old." Ruby shrugs. 

"Shit." I snap. Ruby's right. She is older than me, and she probably doesn't trust me enough to be mature around other girls. I don't want any other girl. I marked Kendall for a reason. 

"Check Kendall's tweet." Ruby says looking down at her phone. I pull out my phone and go on twitter. 

"How does it feel to be a P.I.M.P?"

Are you fucking serious? I rage on the inside. 

"Whatever. I'm heading to this game." I say, shoving my phone in my pocket. I walk downstairs, and the girls try to calm me down and see what was wrong, but I push them away and walk to my car.