Critical (Cara Delevingne&Kendall Jenner)

Chapter 22: Take me home

Cara

"Then come and get it..."

I have been replaying these words in my mind for the past 3 days. I can't translate Kendall's language into my own. She's 17, and she wants to play games, while I'm 25 and sick of teenage girls' games. I mean of course I remember how I used to play hard to get when I was in high school but when I liked someone enough to see myself with them, I let them come and get me.

"Come on, Cara. Stop stressing out," Barbara encourages me with a smile on her face. "I'm sure she feels the same way about you, just give her some time. She's only 17, of course she can't be sure of everything yet."

I just nod, because I don't have anything to say, knowing Barbara being Barbara always is right.

"Maybe she's bothered by our age difference," I say.

"I would be, too, if I were her," Barbara laughs. "I mean, let's be honest. Eight years is a huge age difference at her and your age. I can't imagine myself dating someone her age, they're just kids. Reckless, stupid teens who know nothing about what real life is."

"But Kendall is different. She is so mature for her age, sure she has some of her teen moments but she's above average. Way above average," I say in Kendall's defense.

"That's what they all say. In the end, they all realise I was right," Barbara says in all her mighty arrogance.

"You know what, Barb, I really don't need your ego now. Either you talk to me like a friend should or we go to the bar and get drunk."

Barbara raises her eyebrow at me and shots me a deathly look.

"And do something stupid, again. And not talk to each other, again. Nah, I ain't going back there."

"Fine."

I get up from my couch and open the window to light up a cigarette. I take one out of my pack and light it up, inhaling the nicotine and exhaling the smoke.

"Still haven't quit that bad habit?" Barbara asks with dark eyes and a monotone voice.

"Don't say you're surprised," I reply with a scoff. She gets up from the couch and takes the cigarette out of my mouth.

"Give me that," she says and inhales the smoke. I raise my eyebrow and light myself another cigarette.

"A'ight, doll. Let's play, then."

Barbara just smirks and slaps my butt. I giggle but straighten up my face the next moment.

"C'mon, hoe. Let's go out for a few drinks," Barbara suggests excited.

"We just talked about that. It's not happening."

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a pussy! We'll go to the bar, get some drinks, by the time we finish our third cocktail it'll be midnight already and we'll find ourselves one night stands and take them home. It's just that simple."

"Barbara, I'm not in the mood to fuck around, plus we're 25 and I'm tired of twenty-something guys and girls who take me home. I want a partner, someone to be in a relationship with, not just fuck buddies."

"We'll find you someone," Barbara suggests. I just scoff.

"A club isn't the best place to find love," I quote Ed Sheeran's Shape of You.

"And you won't find anything if you keep yourself at home the whole evening. You've got 20 minutes to get ready or else I'm going on my own."

"Fine. Fuck you," I spit and throw away my cigarette to get myself ready for another sleepless night.