A Long Awaited Conversation (TF)

Kenny looked down at the towel in his hands and lightly shook his head, "Fuck this; I'm so sick of this fucking shit." He grumbled under his breath and then looked back up to Kennedy's room with determination. Without hesitation, the teenager strode across the hall and let himself inside Kennedy's bedroom. At once, the blonde turned, brow still furrowed as Kenny carelessly gave the door a toss, shutting it behind him. "We need to fucking talk, Kennedy."

"Sorry, you lost that right," Kennedy sharply retorted with a wave of her finger, "Now I told you from day fucking one, my room is off limits. Drag your fucking ass, Clark."

"Not happening." Kenny stayed locked in place, "I am so, so, goddamn tired of this fucking game we're playing. I'm sick of the guilt, the confusion, the overthinking. So we're going to settle this right here and now." For the first time in a while, Kenny felt confident and assured in himself; everything else aside, for once, he knew he was making the right choice.

"What do we have to fucking talk about? You made things fucking clear enough earlier. You're just a regular piece of shit, like all the rest. There happy? I'm over it. You don't have to deal with me hurting your precious feelings anymore. So please, do us both a favor and fuck off."

Kenny stayed silent for a moment, only having his eyes locked on Kennedy's before shaking his head, "No. I don't accept that." Kenny finally replied, and Kennedy immediately rolled her eyes, "Enough bullshit; what's really going on here?"

"Ugh!" Kennedy exclaimed in a growl, storming over and ripping the towel from Kenny's hand, "Give me back my fucking towel!"

Kenny took a side step, the two nearly circling each other like sharks in open water, "I'm not leaving until we do this."

"You're a real fucking piece of work, Clark." Kennedy bitterly retorted as she made her way over to her laundry basket, "Just because you feel like shit, you expect me to let you off the hook! God forbid you were not the good guy, the sweet nice one. No, no, I have to be the evil manipulator that is just destroying your life!" Kennedy bent over and roughly jammed the towel down into the basket. The blonde craned her head, firing off another glare at the teen only to arch her brow. Even in the midst of everything, Kenny found his eyes glued to her bare body, and with her ass jutting towards him, putting everything on complete display for the teen, the ogling eyes weren't hard to miss. What finally did take Kenny's eyes off Kennedy's ass was the short second long scoffing laugh; they flicked over to the blonde's face while she lightly shook it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." The under-the-breath comment sounded more for herself than towards Kenny at all.

"Now hang on, that was -- Ugh, damn it, I really do want to talk; I'm not here for that." Kenny quickly clarified as Kennedy stood back up and made her way over to him,

"Right, you drooling over my ass has nothing to do with why you're in my room right now," Kennedy reached out, taking Kenny by the collar and pulling him down to her eye level, "You want to talk? Go get me my fucking clothes from my dresser."

Kenny remained eye-locked with Kennedy for just a few moments, "Fine, and then we talk? For real?"

"Go." She released the teen and snapped her fingers, and even with a clear bit of chagrin, Kenny stormed over to her dresser and quickly looked around, producing a pair of underwear and a tank top which he tossed over. Kennedy took her very sweet time in dressing in the meek excuse for coverings, but as she finished, she merely tilted her head and stared back at Kenny. "Well? You gonna fucking talk, or are we staring at each other all night, Clark?"

Kenny pressed her tongue against his inner cheek and wandered over to a nearby desk, leaning against its edge, "Alright; tell me what your problem is, Kennedy. Because all this shit tonight, it's just not adding up. I yell at you once, and you were ready to fucking disappear from my world just like that? Even if I did piss you off or something, you do have to realize why I fucking did it, right? You've left me ****."

"Pfft, you think your little hissy fit is what got me all pissed off? You're fucking dense, Clark." Kennedy scoffed,

"Yeah, I do, because what else could it have been?!" Kenny tossed a hand up, "What? Is it because I fucking took off after you **** a hand down my pants? You knew you were forcing me into that shit, and I wasn't supposed to --"

"You weren't supposed to go fuck my sister, asshole." Kennedy sharply interrupted, her eyes flaring and jaw locking as she spoke, "You kissed me! I got you like that, and when you got guilty, you ran to my sister and used her like a fucking toy, you disgusting prick! I didn't walk in on you having sex with Claire, I walked in on you using her!"

"Excuse me?!"

"You fucking heard me; you going to be so chicken shit that you won't admit it? As if you walked into the kitchen with any other idea than getting off, so you were in control of what you wanted to do with me." Kennedy sneered, "I don't like people using my fucking sister, Clark. Everyone always takes advantage of Claire, and I'll be damned if I had to sit by and watch it happen because of me!"

Kenny was at a loss for words, doing a double take at the blonde, "Do you not realize how fucking insane you sound right now? You're the one trying to seduce your sister's boyfriend, Kennedy! How is that okay, but me having sex with her not?!"

"Because you two don't fucking care about each other!" Kennedy retorted without a second's hesitation, "You're passing the fucking time together. You know Claire doesn't love you, and you've known that for a long time. And don't even try and tell me that you really love her or some shit; you're just in tunnel vision because she's your first, and you'd rather ignore the way you feel when you're around me."

Kenny pushed off the desk and stepped towards the blonde, "Really? And tell me, what do I feel about you? Huh? You **** me; you've bullied my friends and me for fucking years, and you treat me like I'm some fucking rat until you suddenly get an urge to get me in bed." Kennedy turned her head away, pursing her lips, "No, no, come on. Quoting you, I'm just a loser with a big dick, right? So that's all this is? I'm someone who you want to use to get off, and you're now judging me too? Because I'm not your obedient toy?!" Kennedy squeezed her eyes shut, "Tell me I'm fucking, right."

"It's not like that!" Kennedy finally screamed back, taking Kenny more than by surprise, "Can't you fucking tell I actually like you, you fucking bastard!" Kenny's brow slowly raised, and he stepped back as Kennedy stomped towards him, red-cheeked and furious, "I spend my whole fucking life dealing with one shit situation to the next! I'm always the bad one, the evil one, and I never get anything in my life. Claire always gets everything she wants, all the attention, all the friends, and no one even looks my way because I'm a bitch. Well, maybe if I didn't actually see the bullshit as it is all the time and just stuck my head in the clouds like my precious sister, I could have had the same life, but that's not who I am! But there was supposed to be something fair at the end of all this, I was supposed to be the one who at least got something real, something honest! But as soon as fucking high school ends, what does Claire do? She starts with you!" She reached Kenny and gave him a shove, "The fucking loser who actually cares! That's not fair!"

"Wha...what?" Kenny's voice was softer now, and all defensiveness had gone from his tone, "Kennedy, what are you talking about? Are you trying to say that you're just jealous that I'm with Claire?"

"You've done so much for her, and she doesn't even fucking care!" Kennedy replied with a bewildered, bitter laugh, "But you fucking take it! You just keep hanging around trying everything to really win this girl over, to get something real out of her, and it's not going to happen! But when I give you what you're looking for, you treat me like I'm a fucking monster!"

"You -- I don't -- I slept with you by accident!"

"No fucking shit, Clark! Old news! But shit can happen by accident and mean something, you thick-headed, indecisive dumbass!" Kenny uncomfortably shifted, and now his eyes failed to meet hers.

"You've...You've always made fun of me, acted like I was beneath you or some shit. How is this on me for not leaping into your arms at a moment's notice?"

"I don't fucking care about what happened before this! I care about what's happening now! And right fucking now, I --" Kenny watched as all the fight drained right out of Kennedy; the blonde's shoulders slumped, and she let out a very soft, utterly defeated exhale, "Fuck it. Just forget the whole fucking thing. You wanted to talk; we talked. No fucking go."

Kennedy sluggishly turned away, taking a step towards her bed, before Kenny suddenly grabbed her and turned her back to him, "Hold on, I wasn't -- I need to be fair with you too." His voice was full of sincerity. Letting out a long exhale, Kenny reached up, pinching his brow, "I...fuck..."

"Seriously? You can't even say it when you want to? It's that fucking hard for you to be honest about yourself? Just can't bare to step off your high perch, can you?" Kennedy bitterly retorted as she yanked her shoulder free from his grasp,

"Damn it, no! I like you too, Kennedy, alright?" Kenny blurted back, "I'm not good at this, okay? I don't know how I'm supposed to balance my guilt. Am I supposed to be with you and feel like shit for betraying Claire, or do I reject them and do the right thing and stand by my girlfriend?"

"How do you even see that as an option? You plan to stay with her out of pity until your fucking married or something?" Kennedy shot back, "Admit that you knew from the minute we had that "accident" you knew that you were with the wrong person and move on. Jesus, Clark, you have to man up and accept that sometimes people get hurt in life. I mean fuck!"

"I know, I know! I haven't ever been untrue with Claire, Kennedy. I do care about her; she's meant a lot to me, but...but --"

"You know she doesn't take it anywhere as seriously as you do." Kennedy finished for the teen, who could only nod, "And when you're with me, you feel like it fits." Kenny wet his lips and gave another silent nod, "I know because I've felt that too. Do you think it was easy for me to have my whole world flip on a dime? I mean shit, Clark, I didn't have some hots for you during high school; this is all new for me too. The only difference is, I'm not afraid to explore this because I see that it can work and it would be worth it."

"Kennedy --"

"No, I'm not fucking scared! I'm willing to put up with some bullshit to get what I want; why can't you?! Huh?! What's your fucking issue --"

Kenny abruptly pushed forward, planting his lips right on Kennedy's, finally silencing the furious blonde. The tame kiss only lasted a few seconds before Kenny pulled back, "Okay? I get it, alright?"

"Yeah?" Kennedy reached up, grabbing Kenny's collar, "Then fucking prove it." She yanked the teen back down to her while backing them both toward her bed.