"You're mine you hear me! No one else's but mine. So whoever you're thinking about dating, get that shit out your damn head or suffer the fucking consequences"
~~~ please read the description to the end ⚠️
Kendyl Johnson is a very average te...
Hey guys welcome back to another update. How are your classes going so far? What classes do you take? High school or college?
I'm not in school at the moment, I'm taking a semester off to work and help my family out. ❤️ peace and love my friends.
~~~ "So um Trent..." I paused waiting for him to answer. We were still in his room, it was just about seven in the afternoon.
"Yeah what's up" he called not once looking up, good maybe it will be easier to ask him this.
"Remember that day were in the lab and I said I do something other than tutor you?"
He finally looked at me, with a quirked brow he put his pencil down giving me his full attention.
"Just spit it out Johnson"
I breathed wiping the perspiration off my forehead. God, was it always this hot in here?
"I'm dancing in this show and I would like for you to come, you know since we are friends now and all" I bit my lip awaiting an answer
He smirked, slowly turning into a full grin.
"So that's what you do. Dance" he teased reaching out to pinch my cheek, I swatted his hand.
"Don't be a jerk!"
He laughed leaning back on his arms. "Alright, I'll be there, when is it?"
"Sunday night. Just promise me you'll come a-whole" I stated slamming my textbook shut.
"I don't do promises but for you..... I promise"
Sunday (9:30 pm)
"Where is he?" I called his cellphone again, which was was going straight to voice mail. I left numerous texts, and none of them went through. His phone was completely off.
I groaned, pulling at my curled hair. I knew this would happen, I allowed myself to believe he would show up , when I knew he would never change because of me.
I should have never gotten my hopes up, I was strongly disappointed in him and nothing at this moment would make up for it.
"Kendyl we're starting in five minutes, get into your next costume!" Fred, the stage manager yelled.
"I'm coming!"
I tired once more, but to my dismay the same outcome.
I don't make promises....
Those words I took so lightly, I had immediately brushed it off because I thought he was just being, well him.
But for you...I promise. Liar. Always a liar.
"KENDYL!" Furious Fred dragged me along to wardrobe and makeup.
Q&A time (9:45pm) Kendyl performance (10:00pm)
I exited wardrobe in fifteen minutes, quickly I was surrounded by cameras and a news crew.
I did what I did best and smiled.
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