Having To Make Things Right (TF)

After the blow-up in the kitchen, Kenny and Claire didn't see a hair from Kennedy for the rest of their evening. Kenny was **** to bask in his success of getting Kennedy to leave him alone, all the whole hating himself more with each passing minute. He knew he was "in the right" when it came to telling her off; he certainly didn't do anything wrong when he took off after their kiss. A tinge of regret did linger over the ugly feeling of having used Claire to try and control his feelings for Kennedy at that moment, but still, she was his girlfriend after all; he wasn't betraying Kennedy! But...with each lingering thought on the blonde, it always went back to the same thing, that look in her eyes. Kenny might as well have had a knife in his stomach, and each memory of that hurt look in the ice queen's gaze twisted it.

By the time Kenny was upstairs, he couldn't have felt worse over getting exactly what he wanted. Claire was not too pleased with her boyfriend either, which was more than apparent when she returned to their bedroom. For the first time in their relationship, even the entire time he'd known Claire, Kenny found the woman's brow furrowed and eyes filled with anger. "I hope you're very happy; Kenzie is crushed by how you were acting." Claire's words snapped out with more bite than Kenny was prepared for.

Staying slumped at the bed's edge, the teen kept his eyes low, "Claire, I'm sorry, that came out of nowhere."

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me; you should be saying sorry to her. Don't you get how sensitive Kenzie is?!"

"I'll be honest...no, not really. I didn't think I was capable of hurting her." Kenny honestly answered,

"Well, you did! She's more upset than I've ever seen!" Claire exclaimed, tossing her hands up.

Kenny pushed himself off the bed and exhaled slowly, "Let me go apologize..." It certainly felt like giving in, letting Kennedy still get her way after everything she'd done, but the guilt he was feeling was already bad enough without adding in Claire's anger.

"You can't." Kenny finally looked up, "She's refusing to talk to you." Claire lightly shook her head, "I tried to convince her that you didn't mean it and would say sorry, but she wants nothing to do with you. She's not going to be around whenever you are..." Claire finished with a drop in her voice, "This sucks..."

"What?" Kenny felt a sharp pit in his stomach followed by a building flame, "Are you kidding me? She's ghosting me? Because of that? Never to fucking see me again? I don't exist because of that?!"

"That's what she said," Claire solemnly returned, "But...maybe Kenzie's still just reacting right now. Her feelings are hurt. Let's give her until morning and then try again. Okay?" She said, trying to give some halfhearted support regarding her twin, but Kenny's frustration didn't waver.

"Everything she's ever done or said to me, and I take it in stride. I've never fucking acted like this, but the one time I say something. The one fucking time I turn the tables on her, and she just --" He tightened his fists and let out a low hissing growl, "Fine, whatever."

"This is why we need to think before we speak," Claire's tone was as dismissive as a teacher scolding a student, "If you can't say anything nice, don't --"

"Say anything at all, yeah I got it." Kenny finished for the girl. With a bitter exhale he returned to the bed, "Movie?"

"I get to pick, you lost privileges tonight," Claire returned with a return to her playful tone. Kenny half-heartedly laughed while the two climbed into bed, "Hey. Don't be too sad...we all make silly mistakes sometimes. Kenzie will forgive you, she likes you. She wouldn't have walked away if she didn't."

"Huh?"

"Duh, if she didn’t like you, she would have started shouting at you. She stormed away instead of running off. Use that big brain of yours, smart guy! You should know this stuff by now."

"Yeah, well...turns out I still have a lot to learn I guess."

A few hours passed by as Kenny and Claire stayed in bed together watching a pair of movies before the blonde gave way to sleep. Kenny, ever tense, had a racing mind keeping him well awake. This is such fucking bullshit, why do I have to feel bad for her? Brian's right, I'm too nice of a fucking person! I can't even get her off my back without feeling guilty and now she won't even let me apologize! Kennedy's un-fucking-matched when it comes to fucking with me, even when I burn her she flips it around and I'm the one dealing with the fall out!

Kenny pressed his hands to his face, rubbing it for a short moment while letting out a sharp exhale. Pushing himself off the bed and headed out of the bedroom to the bathroom, the thought of a short shower helping relieve this ever building stress in his mind. Yet as he entered the hallway and looked up at the far end, he found the door already opened, the shower dripped after being freshly shut off, all the mirrors were steamed over, and fixing a towel tightly around herself, was Kennedy.

Her blonde hair still clung to her body, and a few drips of way soaked into the towel as she tucked in the fabric over her bust, keeping it wrapped snug over her body. She reached out for a brush, taking hold of some of her hair and quickly brushed out the knots for a few moments before hearing two firm steps stopping in the doorway. Kennedy let out a pressed her tongue against her inner cheek and glanced over, eyeing Kenny up as he stood in the doorway.

"Seriously?" Kenny muttered out to the blonde who merely turned away and went back to brushing out her hair, "I didn't do anything wrong." Kennedy kept her lips pursed in silence, "You were making moves on me. You were pushing me, and I told you I wanted you to stop. I don't have to fucking feel bad for telling you to leave me alone." Still the teen received nothing back. "Giving the fucking silent treatment does nothing, Kennedy. You don't get to win, and make me the bad guy by ignoring me. That's not how it works."

"Whatever, Clark. Just go away." Kennedy finally replied, her voice was so void of care, she might as well have been talking to Otis.

"This is bullshit. How the fuck am I the bad guy in your eyes right now? What, because you didn't get what you wanted? Is that it? You're offended I was able to walk away?"

"Why do you even give a fuck, huh? You wanted me gone, and now I'm gone. Congrats. Now stop fucking pestering me." Kennedy dropped the brush and stormed forward, shoving past Kenny, "Move."

Kenny attempted to stay firm in place, but the shorter girl wiggled her way past him, despite his protests, "Hey, no, we're not done here. I'm still talking to you, Kennedy. Hey!" The teen exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing her towel, to yank her back. Yet, the towel, of course, came undone in an instant and Kennedy did nothing to hold onto it. The blonde only spun her body out of it, leaving herself stark naked in the hallway and Kennedy holding her covering. She looked back, fists clenched and Kenny's eyes widened as he couldn't help but look the girl over, "You're such a asshole, Kenny." She muttered out as him and turned away, walking back to her room in such a way that Kenny was beyond certain that she was giving her bare ass an extra bit of sway with her steps; and moreover, when she did enter her bedroom he took note that she left the door ajar.

"I'm not stupid...I know this is a fucking trap...she thinks she's tricking me into this. She..." Kenny wet his lips and looked back to Claire's room and then back to Kennedy's.