I was used to walking past these pictures every day. And no matter where Jacob and I ended up…I was going to continue to walk by these same pictures every day for the rest of my life.
Homecoming - Chapter 27
Thursday
Matt
“I know it’s messy,” Kennedy said. “Really messy. But…I don’t know.” She leaned forward, removing her hand from my shoulders. “That’s why it’s complicated.”
Felix ran his fingers through his hair as he just stared at us. “Actually, it kind of all makes sense now. I remember back in school, whenever Kennedy and I were together, you’d come plop yourself in the middle of us.”
“I definitely didn’t do that,” I said.
Kennedy laughed. “You kind of did.”
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I didn’t mind. You were grieving. And I knew you just needed a shoulder to cry on. I wanted to be there for you. Brooklyn would have wanted that.”
“It’s probably the reason why the two of us never got together,” Felix said.
Kennedy laughed. “Well, I think a bigger reason for that was that you didn’t like me, Felix.”
He just stared at her. “What are you talking about? I always liked you, Kennedy.”
She laughed again. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m not joking,” Felix said. “I started talking to you freshman year and then you totally blew me off.”
What the fuck was happening right now?It was like they’d completely forgotten I was even here. And where was Francois when I needed him?
“You tried to sell me drugs,” Kennedy said.
“I tried to sell everyone drugs.” He smiled at her.
“Either way, you clearly just wanted to be friends. I mean, you liked Brooklyn.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, but…I liked you first, Kennedy.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it again. Kennedy was rarely speechless.
I didn’t like this at all.
“Bonjour! I’m Francois!” Nigel yelled.
Thank God.
Kennedy laughed. “Nigel, what are you doing here? And why are you dressed like a waiter from that French restaurant again?”
“I’m not Nigel, Kennedy. I’m Francois!”
“Then how did you know my name?”
“Francois knows all things! I’m Francois!” He pulled out a notepad. “Now you two lovebirds, tell me what you’d like me to serve you.”
Kennedy turned to me.
“He wants to know our drink order,” I said.
