Spellbound (Kendall Jenner//gxg//interracial)

One

Kendall

"Come on, its be fun." Kylie pulled on my arm as I nonchalantly ate my bowl of Reese's Puff. Dipping my spoon into the almost empty bowl, I rolled my eyes at the pest disturbing me and my food.

"No you're being so annoying right now." I flicked my sisters hand away from my arm, rubbing my temples.

"Come on, Kenny, pleeease." She begged, still pulling on my arm.

Getting up from my spot on the kitchen island, I went to wash my bowl. "If I say yes, will you please stop bothering me?"

"Yes! Just say you'll go!" She clapped her hands together in hopes that I'd agree with her plan.

"Fine, I'll go, but I won't enjoy it." I said, flicking the water from my hands as I finished washing the bowl.

She ran up to me, hugging me as if she hadn't seen my in forever. "Thank you so much, love you Kenny." I gasped for breathe as she squeezed the life out of me.

"Yeah yeah, get off of me so I can get ready." I pushed the dark haired girl off of me as I returned to my bed room.

This entire morning, Kylie had been pestering me to come with to so psychic lady. I was very skeptical of stuff like that, so naturally I'd be opposed to that, but Kylie doesn't take no for an answer. If it was up for her, she would drag me with her to see this lady.

If I was honest, she's probably going to give us some basic ass story line about our lives that literally anyone can think of and say it in one of those creepy convincing voices so that we would believe her.

I had already taken a shower, all there was left was for me to pick an outfit and do my makeup.

Settling for some blue ripped mom jeans, a basic nude tank top, and some white sneakers and natural makeup, I heading out of my bedroom to see Kylie watching tv on my couch.

She looked over to see me ready and immediately got up from the couch after she switched the tv off.

"I'm so happy you're actually doing this with me." She clapped her hands as I grabbed my purse.

"I'm not, and besides, you're literally forcing me to go."

"Trust me, you'll like it. Jordan said she did." We headed out the door, and over to her black Mercedes G Wagon. I knew I was going to instantly regret this

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Once we finally reached the place, I instantly regretted it. Located on Hollywood Boulevard, a little black shop with gothic store front letter spelling out "Phara's Fortune Telling, Hypnosis, And More". We hadn't even walked in, and I was getting bad vibes from it already.

We had to walked from the parking garage since, and walking from it made me agitated with the paparazzi. Bright lights flashing side to side and ridiculous question asked left to right could easily make me go ballistic, but I always tried to remain calm. The last thing I would want to do is make the media hate my family even more.

"Kendall, is it true that you're pregnant with Harry Style's baby?"

First of all, who the hell said I was pregnant? And with Harry Styles....HA.