Too Much To Handle Alone

Three

"As you think, so shall you become."
-Bruce Lee
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Kennedy's Pov
I dressed like a ninja.

Okay. So I don't know what was going through my mind. But I'm in the parking lot of the school half an hour early re-thinking my decisions. I'm actually wearing black skinny jeans, a black pullover hoodie, and my black Uggs. And I threw my hair into a messy bun. Did I go overboard? Is it really necessary to dress like a ninja?

I mean, we are trespassing. Well right now just I am because Jason isn't here yet.

"You're early."

I screamed and jumped but he pulled me to his chest and covered my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up before we get caught." He growled in my ear. I shakily nodded and he slowly let me go. He stepped back and I sighed.  But now I'm confused.

I didn't sigh from relief of him letting me go. I sighed out of sadness. He was warm. And he smelled good. And his hands are softer than you'd think.

BUT! I have a boyfriend. Sure Peter smells like sweat and way too much Axe. And his hands aren't soft at all. But he's still my boyfriend and I love him. Yeah he's never said he loves me. But I know he does.

"So are we studying in the car or on the football field or something?" I asked finally looking at Jason.

Wow he looks good. His messy hair is flopped to the side as he stands there texting with one hand and the other hand in his pants pocket. We're both wearing the same hoodie. TWINS!

"What? No it's cold as shit out here. We're going inside." He said and my eyes widened.

"What? Inside? Isn't it locked? But that's breaking and entering. We'll get in trouble." I panicked.

"Not if we don't get caught." He said and started walking towards the school. I stayed glued in place.

"No. What? Are you insane?" I asked. He looked at me with a raised eye brow and I gulped.

"Sorry. I know you're not insane. I mean, I don't really know. But you could be. I'm not sure that you are though. Is it true that you're wanted in the state of Montana?" I rambled. He rolled his eyes.

"Do you want me to tutor you or not Kitten?" He asked.

Again with the Kitten? Why'd he give me a nickname? And why Kitten out of all the possibilities?

"Yes I want you to tutor me." I answered. Then he gesture with his hand towards the school.

"Then let's go." He said and started walking again. I reluctantly followed.

Is jail seriously the price I am going to pay to get a tutor in Chemistry? Apparently it is!

"How are you going to get in? The doors are locked." I asked. He didn't respond. He just rounded the building away from the front doors.

So you're not going to answer me? Okay.

"So, have you done this before?" I asked. He once again didn't answer and kept walking. Then he stopped at one of the windows and grabbed a stick off the ground.

"A stick? Why do you need that?" I asked. To no ones surprise, he didn't answer me.

He reached up towards the window with the stick and pushed it up until it's open far enough. My eyebrows raised in surprise as he dropped the stick.

"Mrs.Garcia never locks her windows." He said.

Ah. The old Spanish teacher. I wonder why she hasn't retired yet. She's like sixty.