As soon as Clay drops June and I off at my dads house he's waiting at the front door with a scowl on his face. "Where the hell have you been? Is that blood?" He starts questioning.
"Out." I answer pushing my shoulder against his. "You can't stay out all night!" He yells as I pull June to my room. "Psst. Kenzie." Logan whispers sticking his head out of his door.
"He's in a bad mood." He winks before closing the door. "Thanks for the heads up!" I yell sarcastically. "Tell me about the fight!" June squeals jumping onto my bed.
June and I stay up until 4am talking about the fight, I leave out how Clay is actually 'The Killer', and how much a dick Wyatt is until we both fall asleep.
The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful. Logan went out with friends during the day and I was out with June. The time spent at home consisted of me ignoring my father.
Monday morning I head straight for my locker. "You get the blood out of your sweater?" Clay mutters lowly as I open my locker.
"Sure did." I answer not looking at him. "Did you tell June and Brad?" He asks closing his locker. I see from the corner of my eye he's turned to face me.
"Does it matter if I did?"
"Yes."
"Why?" I push. "We can't talk about it here." He says taking a step closer to me, invading my personal space. Before I can answer Logan walks up to us.
"Hey Kenzie." He smiles at me then eyes Clay. "Is Harold taking you home?" I question knowing that's what he's come to talk to me about. He told me less than 10 minutes ago he needs a ride.
"It's Hayden. And yes he is." Logan scoffs. "Okay. I'll be home by dinner." I answer. "Good I don't think I could handle another dinner alone with dad." He fake shudders before leaving.
"Your brother?" Clay questions me. "Yeah." I sigh feeling bad I've basically ditched him. "Let's talk after school." Clay says before walking off.
I was planning on staying in the art room after school to finish off my painting but Clay wasn't in chem for me to tell him.
I sigh as I pack up the paints I've been using. All I need is another hour or two and it'll be finished. Guess I'll have to finish it tomorrow.
By the time I reach my locker most of the students have gone and Clay is leaning against his locker. "What are you painting?" He asks. "So why can't I tell June and Brad that your 'The Kil-" I begin to say but was cut off by his hand placed over my mouth.
"Not here." I roll my eyes and pull his hand off me. "Come on then." I sigh once I've swapped my books. I let Clay lead the way. He leads me to the small park down the street from the school.
"If anyone at school finds out I'm fighting I'll be expelled." Clay says getting straight to the point. "And?" I ask not seeing the point. "I can't get expelled."
"Why?" I push sitting down on the bench. "I actually want to get into college." Clay says in a 'duh' tone. "Well I found out." I state crossing my arms over my chest. I see his eyes glance at my tits for a split second before looking straight ahead again.
"You can't tell anyone."
"You realise if I told anyone I would be admitting I was at an illegal underground fight right?" I point out. "Oh." Is all he says as he sits next to me.
"How'd you get so close anyways?" Clay asks looking at me. "I pushed my way forward." I tell him. "Why?"
"I couldn't see anything." I shrug. "You didn't seem scared." He comments. "Of course I wasn't." I roll my eyes. "Besides it's not like I'm going to go to a fight and not actually watch it." I add.
"I've never seen you there before."
"That's because I only went to two last year before Friday. How long have you been fighting for?" I ask finding myself wanting to get to know more about Clay Helms for some reason.
"Only a couple of months. Start August." Clay shrugs. "Why'd you start?" I push. "You're nosey." He deflects. "And you're a dick head."
"Are you guys coming again this week?" Clay answers ignoring my insult. "Probably not. Wyatt punched Brad and he was our ticket in." I sigh slightly disappointed.
I actually enjoyed going to the fights. The one last week helped me forget about all the shit going on at home. "Right." Is all Clay says before he walks off in the opposite direction of the school.
Weirdo.
On Wednesday morning dad makes Logan and I pancakes for breakfast. "What's this for?" I question looking at him skeptically. "To make up for last week." Dad says with a sad smile. "You're forgiven." Logan says as he stuffs a whole pancake in his mouth.
"Don't do it again." I say with a smirk. Growing up that was dads go to line whenever we were in trouble. "So is she your girlfriend?" I ask taking my seat. "No. She's ahh, umm" Dad splutters looking for a right word.
"Fuck buddy? One night stand?" Logan offers. "Logan!" Dad chokes out. "What? I'm nearly 16. I know about this shit. And I know for a fact Kenzie has had both."
"Logan!" This time I yell throwing a spoon at him hitting him right in the forehead. "La la la la la. I don't want to hear this." Dad says sticking his fingers in his ears. "Aw come on. I thought we were a family that could discuss their sex lives!" Logan smirks.
"Maybe with your mother but definitely not me." Dad shudders. "God could you imagine talking to mom about sex! She'd have an aneurysm!" Logan laughs. Our mom was uptight to say the least. "Okay enough sex talk at the breakfast table." Dad orders digging into his food.
"What are you doing for your birthday?" Dad directs to Logan who just shrugs. "I guess I can make myself scatter on the Saturday and you can have a party."
"What? I didn't get a party for my 16th!" I exclaim. Has dad gone insane? "No. But I do remember picking up a very drunk Kenzie from Brads house." He counters. "Besides you'll need to be here to supervise."
"No way!" Logan and I yell at the same time. "I'm not going to a party with 16 year olds!" I exclaim. "She'll just embarrass me!" Logan whines. "It's either her or me." Dad counters. "Fine." Logan huffs.
"Alright. You kids go to school. Be good for your mother. See you next week." Dad tells us once we finished our breakfast.
"I can't believe you'll be at my party." Logan whines as we walk into school. "Me either." I mutter pissed off. "Is Hudson taking you to moms?" I ask as we get closer to my locker. "Nope." I nod at his response before he runs off.
When I make my way into history class Brad is sitting next to June. I raise my eyebrow at him as I slid into my seat. "Why's he here?" I ask June. "No clue. He just sat down." She answers.
"I'm right here." Brad huffs. "Why's he talking to us?" I ask widening my eyes. "I don't know. I'm scared to look at him. He might catch our lameness." June says putting on a scared face.
"You two are bitches."
June and I both fall into a fit of giggles. Brad always get pissed when we do that. Has since third grade. "But seriously. Why are you here?" June asks once we've stopped laughing.
"I talked to Wyatt and he apologised for punching me in the face and wants to take us again Friday."
"Actually?" June squeals. "Yeah. But this time I'm taking my car. Just in case." Brad nods enthusiastically. "Smart man." I comment.
"Do you three want to share with the class what you're talking about?" Mrs Holmes voice snaps. I snicker and look around for the idiots who got caught talking, then I realise we're the idiots.
"Pancakes." Brad blurts out looking red. "Excuse me?" Mrs Holmes asks taking her glasses off. "We're going to get pancakes for dinner on Friday." Brad continues glancing at us for help.
"Why on earth would you do that?" She says putting her hands on her hips. "Well you see it's a thing we do when one of us is upset." I lie. "Continue." Mrs Holmes orders seeming like she's deciding if she wants to believe us. "My parents got divorced a couple months ago and dads seeing someone else. An-and I'm jus-" I say through fake tears.
"I'm so sorry Miss Scott. You can be excused for the rest of the lesson if you need."
I nod and quickly pack my things away. "You owe me." I whisper to Brad as I leave. I smile triumphantly to myself as I make my way through the empty hallways.
"What are you doing?" A voice says making me jump. I swear if you could actually jump out of your skin I would have.
"Shit. You scared me!" I say with my hand on my chest when I see Clay smirking at me. "Are you ditching?" He asks falling in step with me. "Nope."
"Hey, are you going on Friday?" I ask adjusting my backpack. "What?" Clay asks clearly confused. "To the thing you did last week." I answer rolling my eyes. "Oh right. Um. Yeah."
"June and Brad are going."
"Are you?"
"Of course I am." I say pushing the door of the art room open. "Cool." Clay says following me in. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I raise my eyebrow at him when I realise he's picked up a juniors sketch book and flipping through it.
"Nah. Got a study period." Clay shrugs dropping the book. "Are you fighting?" I question grabbing my out my own sketch book. "Nope." He sighs sliding into the seat next to me.
"Who is?"
"Don't know until Friday." Clay states eyeing my hands as I flip through to a blank page. "Don't move." I order scanning his face. Clay freezes at my words and doesn't move until he realises what I'm doing.
"Okay free to move." I tell him and begin to draw. "How come you don't talk to people at school?" I ask trying to make small talk. "I talk to you." Clay replies. "Why?"
"Everyone is either shit scared of me or it's some horny chick wanting to piss off her dad or fill a bad boy fantasy."
I snort at Clays words. Yes he's well know for being the bad boy who argues with teachers and getting into fights but really a bad boy fantasy?
"You're actually the first person to tell me off since middle school." I stop drawing and look up at Clay who is leaning on his head on the desk looking like he's about to fall asleep.
"You were breaking into my locker. You deserved it." This time Clay snorts at me. "Are you scared of me?" He asks suddenly sitting up and locking eyes with me. "No."
"Why?"