Spellbound (Kendall Jenner//gxg//interracial)

Five

The pounding motion in my head caused me to emerged from my bed. I rubbed my temples and looked down, still in my black dress from yesterday. I slumped back into my bed, reminiscing on last nights activities.

Let's see, the last thing I remember was... Pierre. I groaned as I remember we finally kissed, but I pulled away and told her I couldn't. Why the hell did I do that?

I wish I could go back in time and told myself to stop being such a pussy. My chances of finally being with my crush who I have been going crazy over for the past week was crushed.

How was I ever supposed to bounce back from that? She basically stormed out the room after I rejected her; for what?

I let out a deep sigh before grabbing my phone. Texts from Kylie lit up my phone, as well as Instagram notifications.

      I scrolled through Instagram, mindlessly liking pictures. My mind was on one thing and one thing only; Pierre.

    Speak of the devil, a picture popped up on my phone, specially from her account. It was her, Tyler, and some other girl laughing. It looked like an off guard picture, being that Pierre wasn't looking in the camera and Tyler's eyes were closed.

The caption was a simple black heart emoji. I debated whether I should like the picture, being that I did reject her at the club.

I decided to scroll pass the picture, not even trying to make things weirder. Once I was done on Instagram, I checked all my other social media accounts, and made a few calls.

Once I was finished, it was clear to me that I had a free day; no plans with anyone. I should take this as a day to just relax and collect myself, but why would I do that?

If I wanted to redeem myself from last night, I might as well get it over with. I was down running. Finding Pierre's contact, without hesitation, I called her.

The ring of the phone made me anxious because of whether she was going to pick up or not. I don't blame her; I led her on than pulled hat bullshit yesterday. I wouldn't answer the phone either.

"Hello." Her soft voice called out through the phone.

"Pierre? Hi." I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She didn't sound that pissed, but even if she was, at least she wasn't mad enough not to answer the phone.

"Hey Kendall.." Her voice trailed off, making me gulp.

"Hey, I wanted to talk, about yesterday." I bit lip as she sighed on the other line.

"So let's talk." She shot back, taken me back a little.

"I wanted to talk to you in person."

"Alright, you can come over. I'll give you the address." And with that she hung up, not even bothering to let me say anything. I got a notification that she had texted me.

I got up from my bed and got dressed, putting on a black hoodie with a pair of black leggings and sneakers. I pulled my hair into a high bun, and didn't even bother to apply makeup. I wasn't going over there to seduce her, I was going to make things right.

I followed the directions to her apartment, only a five minute drive from my house.

I made my way up to her place, knocking on the door. Sounds of feet padding close to the door could be heard before the door swung open.

She stood in the doorway, a pair of red and white shorts on and a white cotton tank top that exposed her white tattoos that contrasted with her brown skin.

Her hair, now curly instead it's usually straight state, was pulled back into a low bun, two loose strand framing her face.

She had a dainty gold necklace on that spelled her name out in cursive. Her face was bare as usual, her lips pink and pouty as she stared at me through the doorway.

She stepped aside, and just gave me a blank stare before I walked into the apartment.

It had a white theme to it, the furniture, as well as the walls. Natural lights bounce off the walls as the large window, taking up the entire wall, casted a fluorescent glow.

Pictures mounted on the wall of different pieces of art, and a paint isle in her living room intrigued me. We made our way to her couch, taking a seat.

I turned to her, who's expression I still couldn't read. It was like no emotion could be seen in her face, like she had no emotions. I inhaled deeply before breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night." I said, looking into her brown eyes. Her eyes softened a little, from their hard, emotionless stare

"What do you have to be sorry for?" I let out a giggle laugh and leaned into her couch, folding her arms into her lap.

"For leading you on last night and than bullshitting you." I looked down to my feet, biting my lip as I did so.

"Kendall it's fine, it's not like I was being for real yesterday. I was drunk out of my mind, and high and I'm sure you were too." She tried to brush the situation off, but I wasn't about to let that happen.

"That's thing thing, Pierre. I wasn't. I like you, a lot. And I've never felt myself feel so drawn to a girl, so I ran." I let it all out, looking back at her.

She wore an apologetic face as she pulled herself from the couch. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug.

"I get it. I've been there." She softly said, rubbing her hand up and down my back. I found myself relaxing in her arms, letting all my hidden emotions out.

I lifted myself from her arms and turned to her. Her lips were a bright pink, and pouted as she stared back at me. I slowly leaned in, feeling her lips meet mine. They were soft, like roses.

She kissed back, leaning more into the kiss. She placed her smooth hands on my face and pulled me in closer.

I couldn't get enough. We pulled away for little breathes of air, only to come back together.

We could've stayed their forever, until she pulled away. She shyly moved her hands away from my face and let out a small laugh, biting her lip.

"I've never kissed a girl like that." I admitted, making her giggled as she played with my fingers.

"Never? You don't kiss like it." She laughed, making me blush.

I looked down to our fingers as she playfully ran her fingers though mine. "Let me take you out. On a real date." I spoke up.

She just let out it a light laugh. "I was wondering when I was going to see you purposely instead out running into each other on accident." I laughed with her, feeling a sense of joy. It was crazy that I was so crazy for her. It was like I was spellbound.