꒰ 🥮 ꒱ 𝓚enny McCormick .ᐟ

Kenny: "Did Kyle really tell you that...?"

The question slipped out of Kenny's mouth before he could think about it too much. He was leaning against the lockers, watching you with that hard-to-read expression as he listened to you talk, yet again, about a minor argument with your boyfriend.
You'd been with Kyle for quite some time. Long enough for everyone to know there was something serious between you. And Kenny knew it better than anyone. He knew you loved him, that despite everything, you always ended up smiling again when you were with him.
But he had also begun to notice things that bothered him more than they should.
Those moments when Kyle spoke without thinking. When he said things he later regretted. When he let slip comments that, even if unintentional, completely changed your expression. Maybe Kyle didn't do it on purpose.
Kenny didn't care. Because every time it happened, the same thought returned to his mind over and over: He would never make you feel that way, and that was precisely what frustrated him the most.
Seeing someone like Kyle have a girl like you, while seemingly oblivious to how much he had. Meanwhile, Kenny found himself paying attention to every detail about you, noticing things he probably shouldn't be noticing.
That was the problem; he had begun to want something he was never allowed to want.
Kenny let out a small, dry laugh before looking up at you again.
"I don't understand how he can have someone like you... and still make you feel bad, even sometimes." He was silent for a few seconds. "...Because if you were mine, I swear you'd never feel bad."