Jake's Kennedy - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

✿Kennedy✿
I always knew I'd end up in jail.
But I thought it'll be because I murdered someone or committed a crime.
No one told me that spray-painting your English teacher's front wall and laughing on his porch would end up with you being in jail.
This world is truly cruel.
"What are some good songs when in jail?" I ask. My legs dangle from the stack of bricks piled up to form a seat.
Toothy sits beside me looking radiant and sharp as ever even in the dim light. Her long brown hair is tied into a high ponytail with her clothes being all black. She doesn't look bothered to be sitting in jail at all.
In fact, none of us look bothered.
Jake and Corey are sitting on a rug, leaning against the wall.
"I don't know," Corey says. "Let's ask those people." He gestures to the two cops out of the cell, on their desks. "Ayo, cop-o!" Corey yells and gets their attention. "Play some music, man. It's getting boring in here!"
The cops look at Corey like he's come from another planet.
"You're in a cell." One of the cops, with an afro, states.
Corey gives them the biggest dazzling smile ever, "Oh really?"
"I've seen you before, haven't I?" The other cop asks. He wore a white cap on his head. I've seen some people wear those white caps before, usually on Fridays.
"You have no idea how many times I've heard people say that," Corey replies.
"He's Corey Mathews from the internet." The afro cop speaks up. "My daughter loves him."
"You have no idea how many times I've heard people say that too," Corey says.
Corey stands up and moves towards the bars of the cell, getting closer to the afro cop, "Anyways, since your daughter loves me, isn't it cruel to lock up your daughter's love? I mean come on, do you really want to go home and look into your daughter's eye and tell her that you put her love in jail?"
"She got food poisoning because of you." The afro cop replies with a glare.
Corey looks confused, "Me? What did I do?"
"She follows all your trends and reels."
"So?"
"She drank the Maple Buffalo milkshake."
"Oh." Corey blinks.
"I told you not to do it." Toothy mutters.
"That shit was nasty." Corey reminisces with a grimace. "Well, at least she didn't die. Because I felt like I was gonna fucking faint." He laughs.
The afro cop makes a noise of irritation.
"Anyways, how long do we have to stay here?" Corey asks. "Can I at least have my phone? There might be, like, hundreds of people whom I have to reply to by now."
"Stop talking." The cop with the white cap says.
"At least tell me if I got a text or call from a girl named Autumn."
"We're not switching your phone back on." White cap gives Corey a pointed look. "That thing buzzes too dang much."
Someone enters the police station.
It takes me a moment to recognize him.
"Baldy!" I exclaim.
His eyes fall on me and a sour expression takes place on his face.
I frantically wave at him.
"Kinky." He says.
"It's Kinsey." I correct.
"Dean." He tells me his name.
"I know."
"Stop calling me Baldy then!"
"Where's your gun?" I ask.
He doesn't reply immediately instead purses his lips before murmuring, "On the table."
I shake my head at him. "Some people never learn."
"Wait. What are you four doing in there?" Baldy asks with a look of confusion as if just noticing there's a wall of bars between us four and him.
"Some asshole called the cops on us." Toothy rolls her eyes.
"He's your English teacher." Afro cop speaks.
"Ew, no." Toothy frowns. "He's only Kennedy's teacher."
"What did you people do?" Dean asks.
"We decorated the wall of his house," Corey replies, proudly.
Dean frowns in confusion like he doesn't get it.
"With dicks." Jake gives a bored look. "Spray-painted."
A look of realization crosses Dean's face. "Oh." He blinks. "Why'd you do that?"
"Because he's an asshole," Toothy says.
"What'd he do?" Dean asks.
"He's an asshole." Toothy emphasizes like her words are a good enough explanation.
Dean shakes his head in resignment.
"Does Alex know you four are here?" He asks.
"He's probably still sleeping," I say.
"Let me go and call him." He says and walks to the corner of the room away from us.
"Give me my phone!" Corey yells suddenly startling everyone. "Please! I need to check it!"
"I can't while you're in there." White cap responds.
"Then get me out of here!"
Afro cop tsks. "Kids these days. Can't stay five minutes without their electronics."
"It's the fault of adults like you anyways," Corey replies, sharply.
"You teenagers are literally addicted to these things like drugs." White caps says.
"At least I make more money from the internet than you do in five months," Corey replies.
The cops narrow their eyes.
"Okayyy." Dean cuts in, walking toward us. "Called Alex. He's coming to take you people in fifteen minutes."
"Toothy and I will stay at your house tonight—" Corey doesn't get to complete his sentence because a series of loud coughs interrupt him.
My chest aches and my throat burns. My hand flies to my mouth and I almost double-over, coughing. Jake is beside me in an instant. He's checking my pockets for my inhaler and finds it in one.
"It's alright. It's alright." He mumbles to me, rubbing my back and bringing the inhaler to my mouth.
Toothy pushes my hair behind my back with her fingers while Corey shouts at the cops to get me out of the cell.
"I'm fine," I say but my wheezing voice says otherwise.
My coughs don't stop and my eyes start watering. My chest heaves and I suddenly gasp. There's no air. My chest heaves rapidly while my nose tries to inhale as much air as it could. My vision starts getting blurry.
"We have to get her to the doctor!" Jake yells.
"Let us out of here!" Toothy snaps.
I can't see the cops but I'm guessing they are hesitating because Corey's yelling at them to stop wasting time.
"Kennedy." Jake's voice rises with panic. The inhaler is in my mouth again and Jake pushes the button.
Some ease spreads in my chest but it's not enough.
He pushes the button again and this time it feels as if a plug has been pulled out of my nostrils.
A steady flow of air wheezes into my nose. My chest rises and falls rapidly with my mouth panting for more air.
"Here. Again." Jake says and puts the inhaler in my mouth.
This time the spray does its thing.
Slowly, I take steady breaths, filling my lungs again.
The cops had the door open by then and Jake guides me out, seating me on a chair.
"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice soft with worry and care. His hand rubs circles on my back.
I nod, "Yeah. I'm fine."
"Do you want water? Or anything else?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"It's time for your medicines." He says then widens his eyes in horror. "Fuck! I forgot to carry your medicines with me!"
"It's alright," I assure. "An hour of delay won't hurt."
"Are you shitting me?" Jake asks and narrows his eyes on the cops, "It's all your fucking fault!"
"We didn't know she had asthma." White cap reasons.
"What if something had happened to her?" Jake's voice sounds angry.
I put my hand on his arm, "Jake. It's alright. It's not the first time this happened to me."
But Jake wasn't listening to me. Anger grips him as he glares at the cops. "I swear something would have happened right now, I'll—" He fists his hands.
"Jake." Toothy stops him with a cautious look. "Don't."
I stare at Jake in silence. He's never got this angry before on such a small thing. I've had these kinds of situations many times before and they're easy to handle.
Why is Jake so angry about it now?
He closes his mouth at Toothy's look but keeps his glare fixed on the cops.
"If anything would have happened to her, we've got a medical team ready." Afro cop speaks. "She would be tended to immediately."
"Just drop it now," Toothy says. "Look, no matter what we do, our dads are gonna come and bail us out anyway. So why don't you stop wasting our time and let us be on our way now?"
The cops give her a look.
"We do need to get Kennedy home and make sure she takes her pills." Toothy reasons.
"That's not how it works, though." White cap protests.
"Not everything ever works the way it's supposed to, okay?" She runs a hand through her hair. "I'm sure you've got better lives to go to than spend thirty more minutes tending to us four."
The cops look like they're contemplating her idea.
"And you people know us." Toothy says. "we're like famous in so many police stations. Half reason being Jake's dad is a cop." She shrugs.
"Yeah but—"
"Let them go." Baldy interrupts Afro cop. "It isn't a big deal what they've done. Also we're bothering our man, Alex, at 4 am. I'll call the guy and tell him to go back to sleep. I'll bail you four out."
Toothy gives a satisfied smile.
Jake looks at me and the anger build up inside him dissipates.
I give him a small hesitant smile, still a bit surprised by his earlier behaviour.
"YES!" Corey yells from the corner of the room. One hand inside a desk drawer, the other hand holding up a phone in the air. "I'VE FOUND IT!"
He smirks at White Cap and Afro cop. "Take that, motherfuckers!"
✯✯✯
Five days pass and I've had my first Chemotherapy treatment.
My muscles feel tired and numb for a long time and it's difficult to move without losing my breath. For two days straight, I've been in bed barely awake and sleeping through the weariness.
Jake tries making me eat but I haven't got the energy and appetite to even open my mouth. He makes me drink a lot of fluids though. Sometimes when I'm at unease, he draws me a warm bath to relax.
Alex keeps checking in and buying me unnecessary stuff like more soft toys, pillows, bracelets, donuts, etc.
Corey and Toothy facetime me when they can't come because of final exams going on.
I'll be writing exams after a few weeks. Alex had gone to school and gotten permission for me.
Gary stayed until this morning and flew back because he can't stay much longer. Being an important doctor and all that.
The door to the room clicks shut, drawing my attention.
The clock displays the time 2 am.
Jake stands near the door. He looks at me and gives a small smile seeing me awake.
"Hey." He breaths out.
"Hey." I respond, my body feeling feverishly hot. I move a little to give him space on the bed beside me. He gets under the covers and holds my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. "Where were you?"
His other hand comes to move my hair out of my face. "Just cleaning up."
I make a face, "Dusting and sweeping? Again? Didn't you do it like three times already in the past twenty-four hours?"
He shrugs.
"You're frightening all the dirt in the house. I bet the dust that you missed flew out on its own being afraid to be attacked by you."
His eyes glimmer with a look that I rarely see nowadays, "Wanna know who else I wanna attack?"
My heart thrums a little faster, "The bugs?"
His hand grips my waist, the other hand holding my face, "I always knew you considered yourself an annoying insect."
"So you gonna kill me with your broom now?" I ask as he pulls me on top of him.
My hair falls on the sides of my face, tumbling down till it reaches the sides of Jake's face. I feel butterflies in my stomach. Ooo it's gonna get heated in here.
Jake's hand reaches up and twists in my hair at the back of my head. He pulls my head down and meets my lips in an urgent kiss. A moan comes out of my mouth and my fingers run across his chest, feeling his mothertrucking hard body. He tightens his grip on my hair and a weird feeling jolts through me. Like I want more of what's happening right now.
The moment that thought appears in my head, Jake gently pushes me away, smiling up at me.
I pout in disappointment, "Why'd we stop?"
His fingers thread through the curls of my hair, "You need enough space to breathe."
"But I'm alright."
A worried look crosses his face, "I don't want you to feel out of breath."
"Jake, I'm completely fine," I say, stubbornly.
He purses his lips.
"Oh come on. I just want to kiss you for a while longer." I say. "It's been long since we've had any of those kinds of moments."
"Ken..."
"I'll tell you if I need a breath," I promise.
He gives a hesitant look.
"I promise I'll slap you for you to stop if I need to breathe."
He gives another hesitant look before nodding and sitting up with me still on his lap. My legs wrap around his torso and my hands come around his neck. His fingers glide from my hip to the dip of my waist, trailing up to the sides of my breasts. Shivers go down my body at that.
"You promise to tell me when to stop?"
I lean closer towards him. "Yes."
"Don't slap me."
"Kiss me already."
And he does. His lips meet mine in a deep kiss, sending warmth all over my body. My fingers are in his hair, tugging at the roots and his hands slip under my t-shirt, unclasping my bra.
His tongue darts out and licks my lips and I open my mouth for him. With one hand, he fondles my breast, the other he grips the back of my neck, tilting my head for better access to my mouth.
My body feels on fire everywhere. I want him to touch me more. What's happening to me? Is this what the last stage of being horny feels like?
I'm gonna kill Jake for turning me into him.
He falters for a few seconds and pulls away. I almost whimper at the loss of his warm lips.
"What happened?" I ask, looking at his blue-green eyes.
He furrows his eyebrows in worry, "I think we should keep it light. You just got your first treatment. I don't want you to waste your energy."
I almost scream at him.
"I've been resting for five days! I didn't even get off the bed on my own!" I'm surprised at the slight anger in my voice.
I know Jake is only worried and scared for me but he doesn't have to walk around on eggshells for me.
He bites his bottom lip, gazing at me. "Ken," He runs his fingers through my hair, "Just for a few days, let's take it slow, okay? I wanna make sure you're completely alright."
But I am alright!
I keep quiet and give a nod, not wanting to argue with him. I slide off his body and lay on the side of my bed, facing away from him.
His big arm comes around me as he snuggles behind me making me the little spoon. Comfort seeps into me at the big warm presence pressing at the back of my body. Warm lips press against my temple and just like that, I fall into a deep sleep again.