35: Kennedy

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I'm having some writers block type stuff right now and I don't know how this chapters going to turn out and I'm honestly scared it might have escalated quickly... but hopefully it didn't change too wildly

When I come out of the break room, I spot Sam walking through the door and gasp.

"I didn't know you were working today!" I run out from behind the counter to give her a hug.

"I switched with Caitlyn. I figured you wouldn't want to listen to her talk about how gorgeous Greyson is and have her ask you to set them up twelve thousand times." Her lip curls in disgust and I cringe because that definitely is how she would act.

"Well yay. I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

We walk to the back room and she throws her apron on while I try to figure out what to say.

"Okay, spill."

"Okay. So, um, me and Greyson are friends now."

"I'm aware." She squints at me and I wonder if maybe she knows what I'm going to say.

Deciding I might as well come out and say it, I squeeze my eyes closed and blurt it out. "I like him. Like a lot."

"I'm aware."

Her bland response has my eyes and mouth popping open. Excuse me? I'm aware?


"Ken. Kenny. Kennedy. Honey, it's like painfully obvious."

Say what now? My heart rate sky rockets and I break out in a whole body sweat. "Obvious? Oh God, does he know? Has he been being nice because he feels bad and doesn't want to break my little love sick heart?"

A slow grin transforms her face and my confusion and worry only grow. "Oh, Kennedy, that boys head is so far up his ass he couldn't see it if you were holding a neon sign that spells out 'I love you Greyson Kingsley.' But don't worry, it's only a matter of time."

"Only a matter of time?" I blubber for a moment not knowing if I should cry or laugh. "No, Sam, you don't understand, I don't want to like him. He's my best friend, it'll just ruin everything. Plus this guy at his gym basically told me Greyson's got hoes on hoes! I need to get over this. And quickly!"

"Okay drama queen, I'm going to ignore the whole 'best friend' comment," okay, yeah, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say, "and tell you to calm the fuck down. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? I'm in love with Grey—" my bulging eyes shoot to her and I pray to every higher power that she went momentarily deaf.

Her face lights up in excitement and I know my prayers weren't answered.

"Oh now this," she points an accusatory finger at me, "this is good stuff."

"No, no, no I mean like. I like him. It's fine. Forget I said anything. We should really go—"

"It's okay, I see you're in denial, we'll talk more on the way to your apartment viewing." She struts out of the room and I watch her go with my mouth hanging open.


The entire way to the apartment Sam avoids the topic of my feelings for Greyson and instead of relief, all I feel is trepidation. What's she waiting for?

We pull into the parking lot and I put the car in park befitting reaching for my bag in the back seat.

"So does Greyson know you're moving out?" Oh, goodie.

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