Together ~ {Kenny x Reader}

Part 13

*Flashback 2 months ago*

Reader 2nd Person

You walked through the halls, head down in embarrassment. Everyone's eye was stuck on your figure, whispering. You learned to mute out the sound after the first week of it, but you never got used to it. Hearing the words "Slut, Whore, Shank," and more never got easier to hear. All of the bullyings that happened in Middle school came back. Seemingly worse than ever. The insults tripled the amount said, and never seemed to stop.

"Did you hear about what Clyde said earlier?"

"No, what did that whore do this time?"

"She slept with Kenny the day they broke up."

"My god! Cheating on Clyde with Kenny wasn't enough for her?"

"The fact she tried to get into Clyde's pants afterward is the worst part."

Hearing the conversation about you made you stop in your tracks. You thought that Clyde would stop the rumors at 'she tried to fuck me for love' but he didn't. It just kept getting worse and worse.

Kenny wasn't allowed at school till next week, only then would he be out of his suspension. Clyde made the fight seem worse than it was, and because Kenny has fought before, made them believe only him.

You looked over at the girls and they stopped their conversation immediately. You quickly walked off and turned corners till you reached the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, you saw the singular tear fall from your eye. That was all it took for you to break down in tears. Checking on your sobs as you saw a blurred version of yourself in front of you. You were terrified to tell your best friend any of this, 'he doesn't need any more trouble.'

You heard the bathroom door open so you shushed your sobs and wiped your face. New tears still falling. "Why are you crying? This is your fault after all," Bebe spoke. You clenched the sink and looked down. Growing mad. "You couldn't stay fucking quiet and blabbed to Kenny. There is a way to fix this you know," Bebe continued. Your eyesight moved to the side and you looked at her, she was smirking proudly. "Act like your dating him and he will deny the rumors. He'll be waiting at the Janitor's closet, don't be late. The choice is your bitch," and with that, she walked out of the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you pondered if it was worth it. 'I wouldn't have to deal with the rumors but I'd have to deal with Clyde.' Wiping your face one last night and stopping your tears, you walked out of the bathroom, determine. You made your decision to "date" Clyde.

You walked with an unsure pace. Questioning your every step. The second you stood in front of the door, you frozen. Hand hovering over the handle at you stared at the label on the door. You gulped before touching the handle and opening the door. Clyde looked up from his phone and smirk at you. He put his phone in his pocket and stood up. You walked in fully and reluctantly shut the door behind you. Your eyes never wavered, your gaze stayed stuck on him.

He walked to you until he stood right in front of you, barely a foot away from you. The smirk on his face was shining. He lifted his hand and moved a stray piece of hair behind your ear before placing his hand on your cheek. Uncomfortable from his touch you averted your eyes. "So babe," he leans to your height, "now that we're dating, and you're going to do whatever I say." He drew back and gave a smirk before grabbing your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. Your arms stayed limb at your sides as you went over his words.

"I love you," he spoke into your hair, not being pleased with your silence he continued, "say it back."

"I-," you choked on your words, " I love you." Your mind went numb. Regretting this choice. This feeling was worse than being bullied.