Too Much To Handle Alone

Twenty Four

🍁Tuesday, November 3rd🍁
"Don't Mistake My Kindness For Weakness...I Am Kind To Everyone, But When Someone Is Unkind To Me, Weak Is Not What You Are Going To Remember About Me."
~ Al Capone
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Kennedy's Pov
I woke up to the sound of my alarm with a loud groan. I lay in bed and let out a slight sigh, partially because I don't want to get up. But also because of the much loved Hawke family.

Danny is still in the hospital until tomorrow but he's okay. I went there to spend time with him and Jason right after school yesterday and Danny is still vibrant as ever. Jason can't come to school until next week because he's suspended for fighting Peter.

Actually in the administrations words, Jason "attacked" Peter. What an exaggeration. People still whisper about me being a supposed sex addict which doesn't make any sense. Guys still approach me and suggest we go "hang out in his car" but we already know what that means. I try not to think about it too much or let it bother me. I sure as hell am not telling Jason either. It'll just go away eventually.

I slid out of bed and trudged to the bathroom for a quick shower. After my shower I dried off and put on a gray halter top over top of my white lace bralette, black ripped skinny jeans, and white slip on Vans. Then I shrugged on Jason's navy blue zip up hoodie and left it unzipped.

Last night I was up late cleaning my room to get my mind off of Danny being in the hospital and stuff. So while I was cleaning I actually found the navy zip up hoodie Jason lent to me at the football game a few weeks ago. I don't know why it feels so long ago but it was a special moment for me at least. I don't know about him but that was when he confirmed we were friends in the first place. I kept the hoodie for memento!

Also because I forgot I was wearing it and didn't want to return it. But Jason doesn't need to know that little detail.

I put my hair into a sort of "lazy" ponytail with a few strands hanging out. Then I did my mascara and eyebrows, applied peach flavored lip balm, and grabbed all of my things for school.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Diane is sitting at the island eating a bowl of cereal.

"The twins wanted Mini Wheats. I hate Mini Wheats." Diane huffed. I laughed.

"Don't worry Diane, they'll be out soon and you can scold them for their Mini Wheat admiration." I said peeling a banana.

"So how's Danny doing?" Diane asked. I shrugged nonchalantly.

"He's acting like nothing even happened. Which I'm guessing is a good thing because he's getting over it or whatever. But I can tell deep down he's still shaken up." I said. Diane put her spoon down and looked at me which a serious expression on her face.

"And what about Jason?" She asked. I cleared my throat a little. I should've been expecting this question.

"He...his hand is still broken." I said trying to dodge as much as I can. Of course his hand is still broken. It's been two days!

"Kennedy." She said in that mom voice that tells you to just tell the truth or else. I never know what the 'or else' is but I don't want to find out.

"He's still upset. Angry. Frustrated. He tries to hide it but those are feelings that tend to take over when it comes to Jason." I explained, throwing my empty banana peel away right as we hear a car horn outside. Diane sighed.