Too Much To Handle Alone

Seven

🍁 Saturday, October 16th🍁
"Vulnerability Is Our Most Accurate Measure Of Courage."
- Brené Brown
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Kennedy's Pov
What was my Dads problem last night? I get that he had something to do with Jason but doesn't explain jack crap. He treated Jason like actual dirt for no reason.

A knock on the door distracted me from my thoughts. Although my thoughts were distracting me from my weekend homework anyway.

"Yes?" I called. The door opened and in walked Alyx and Peter.

"Hey best friend of mine. I think we should chat." Alyx said. I raised my eyebrow.

"About what?" I asked.

"Fucking Jason Hawke." Peter snapped making me jump. I looked between him and Alyx. Peter is more angry while Alyx has a concerned look on her face.

"Look. We get that you just wanna make friends with anyone you can. But Jason isn't the best person to choose." Alyx said. Peter, who's pacing around my room, nodded.

"Yeah. You know why? Because he isn't shit Kennedy! You are popular as hell at school. You can be friends with any god damn person you want. So why the hell are you trying so hard to hang out with Hawke? Do you like him? Are you cheating on me?! Is that why?!" Peter ranted, his voice getting louder and louder.

Says the guy that people claim cheats on me.

"What is this? Some intervention? Do I have limits with who I can and can't be friends with?" I asked. Alyx shook her head.

"Of course not. Peter is going a little overboard." She said glaring at him and he rolled his eyes.

"We're just worried about you. Jason isn't known for being friend material. He's more of the...break the law, get into fights, bad boy material." Alyx said. I shrugged.

"So? Am I only supposed to hang out with preppy, rich, snobby people who play golf every weekend and tie sweaters around their necks?" I asked.

"No. I don't think you'll really understand right away, but just believe us when we say staying away from Jason Hawke is a good thing." Alyx said. I rolled my eyes and got up.

"You're not the first to tell me that. I think I get the point." I scoffed walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Yeah. I get the point that nobody wants me to hang out with someone who doesn't have the same social class as me. Or the wealth that my family has. Everyone. Alyx. Peter. Dad. They think I should be around people as, at loss for a better word, rich as us. But I'm not rich. I'm not swimming in money. My Dad has the job. My Dad does everything. I don't live by his income. Everyone just thinks I should. Which is wrong. It's completely and utterly disgusting.

I don't go around spending "Daddy's money" like most girls do in this community. I get an allowance for chores I do and I spend my money wisely. I'm nothing like these snobs everyone thinks I am.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked as I walked out of the bathroom and straight to my closet.

"Getting dressed." I said bluntly as I looked through my clothes.

"Are you mad?" Alyx asked.

Yes.

"No." I said grabbing an outfit and walking back into the bathroom to change. I showered earlier but ended up putting my pajamas back on.

I changed into a pair of black, high-waisted, ripped, skinny jeans and an off-white cropped sweater with a small turtle neck. I walked back into my room where Peter and Alyx were talking to each other.