Kendall Jenner Imagines

"𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚"

Summary: Y/N's the newest kid in the Hollywood scene, she hasn't finished high school and her best friends are super stars. She's a rising star, herself. Y/N didn't come from the greatest part of town, and she hates how plastic everyone around is. Until she meets Kendall.

based off the song; Real One by Marc E. Bassy

Y/N's POV

I took a puff of the joint around my fingers, as I looked at the view Calabasas gave me.

You're probably thinking, 'Y/N you're not even eighteen yet, the hell are you doing?'

Or at least that's what my parents would probably think. That's the least they would think when I left them back in San Antonio. Me? Stay in boring old Texas?

Yeah, okay.

I was just a kid, not really, this was like two years ago.

I came out at school, and things were okay I guess. My sister, Y/S/N, was the first to know and accept me. My parents, well...

"This is ridiculous. Tell me this is just a phase. You're supposed to be normal!" My mother screamed, as I faced her with soulless eyes.

"I am normal. I am probably the most normal one in this fucking house. My entire school accepts me. Everyone at school fucking loves me! Why can't my own damn parents accept me!" I yelled back.

"This can't be happening. I'm sending you to your aunt. And when you come back you're going to be my normal daughter again." She shook her head, still looking at her damn phone.

That damn phone. I lost my mother to a fucking square box.

I scoffed and looked at her, in all her narcissistic, ignorant, old-fashioned glory.

"Get out of my room right now." I hissed at her.

She gave me one more glare, before walking out of my room and slamming the door.

I looked at my plain walls, my mother never let me put things to express myself on my walls, and sighed at the conclusion I made up.

"Hey, Jay, I'm gonna have to come over for a few days." I whispered into the phone.

"Are you okay? Is it your parents?" The alerted voice of my best friend rang through the phone.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

I don't know if I was saying that to him, or to myself.

I got up, and grabbed a duffle bag, shoving everything I would need, ever need, in my life.

I walked towards the back of my closet, and grabbed all the cash I save up from helping the neighbors with their yards, walking their dogs, or cleaning their cars.

I looked at the four and a half grand of cash, and shoved it in my bag.

I grabbed the keys to my motorcycle, the only gift my late uncle gave me before he passed away, and began walking out the door.

"Where the fuck are you going?" It was my mother.

I turned around, and glared at her.

"I'm going to Jay's house." Was all I said as I proceeded to walk towards my bike.

"To hell you are! You're going to go to your aunt's house and change for the better."

That was when I had enough.

"For my better? Or for your better? I'm done being your fucking doll, I'm done following your damn rules. You and dad were never there when I grew up, why the fuck are you here when I don't need or want you here anymore." I hissed out, tears in my eyes.