short stories, sketches, and rants

Kendyl One-Shot

A/N: So before this starts, I just want to say a quick thank-you to @EmmaAgresteCouffaine for the fun roleplay and also Kennedy's and Dylan's ship name! I honestly never would have thought of the name so thank you so much!

Kennedy's POV:

   I took my seat behind Alya and Marinette. Both girls turned towards me and Alya had a smirk on her face. "So, when are you going to tell him~?" She asks. My eyes go wide and I say "Tell him? Are you crazy? I am not bold enough for that."

   "Sure you are! You are the boldest person I have ever met!" Alya says. I scoff and shake my head. "No, nuh-uh, not happening." I say. Marinette smiles and says "I'm sure it's not that bad." I raise an eyebrow at her and say "Tell me that after you ask out my cousin." She turns pink and Alya scoffs. "She's had a problem with that for longer than you have been here."

   Suddenly, Alya gets a wicked smirk on her face and says "I have an idea! How about whoever goes on a date with their crush first and finally confesses, gets to make the loser do something that they want." I mull it over and then say "Fine. Besides, Marinette is too chicken to do it without help anyway." The bluenette sends me a playful glare and I stick my tongue out at her playfully. The bell rings and Ms. Bustier starts the class.

-At Lunch-

   I sit down at the table and pick at my food absentmindedly, trying to figure out when, no how I'm going to ask Dylan on a date. I'm more than nervous about this and I feel like throwing up but otherwise, I'm fine. Someone sets their tray down next to me and I glance up. A light blush spreads on my cheeks as Dylan sits next to me. "Hey." He says, sending me a dazzling smile. I smile back and say "Hi." before returning to picking apart my food.

   I glance to my right to see Adrien looking at me with a knowing look. I let out a small groan and say "Please, don't." He chuckles and says "Why not Kennedy, I find it quite fun. Besides, you two would make a cute couple." I give him a hard glare while blushing and retort "Fine, and I'll spread out your obsession with you-know-who and also the fact that you are in l-o-v-e with two people." I look around to see most of our friends looking at our hushed conversation in Mandarin with confusion.

   Dylan chuckles and says "How did you manage that Adrien?" also in Mandarin. My eyes widen and a blush coats my cheeks as I realize he could understand our conversation. I lock my gaze on the table in front of me and twist my hands under the table. Suddenly, I hear a snotty voice from behind me.

   "Dylan, Adrikins, why are you two sitting with these losers, especially that piece of garbage Kennedy?" Tears spring to my eyes and rage burns through me. My hands clench in fists under the table and I squeeze my eyes shut so no one can see them turning amber. "Don't talk about her that way." Adrien seethes from beside me. "She is my cousin and one of my best friends, you do not get to treat her like that, ever."

   I open my eyes, look at Adrien, and shake my head no. He looks at me with concern but stops. Chloe then decides to slam her hands on the table between Adrien and me, effectively flipping my tray and flinging food on me. The tears pour down my face now as I jump up and sprint to the bathroom, my face burning with embarrassment. As I run away, I hear Chloe yell "Don't get your panties in a bunch and get akumatized you baby!"

   The tears flow faster and I slam the door shut to the bathroom, collapsing at one of the sinks in tears. Lumara flies out of my pocket and hugs my cheek. I hug her back lightly and say "Thank you Lumara." I dry my tears and slowly clean the food out of my hair ends. I look at my outfit and sigh heavily. "At least I have a change of clothes for after swimming class in my duffle bag."

   I quickly run to my locker, grab out the bag, and run back to the bathroom. I lock myself in a stall and change. After pulling on the clean oversized sweatshirt and shorts, I walk back to my locker and pack it all away. I wipe my face clean of any ruminants of food with a wet paper towel and pull my hair back in a braid.