Kendall moved away from Jo, grabbing her arms and pushing them away. His face was moistened from the tears running down her cheeks.

"You have to be fucking kidding me," he thought. He looked down at Jo who was a complete mess and didn't know what to do or say. He closed the door a little, hoping Doc wouldn't hear Jo's voice, and looked into Jo's face. He eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were dripping with tears, smeared mascara and runny eyeliner.

"Ok, relax," he told her, "What happened to you?" Although he didn't love her anymore, and even if she humiliated him in front of what seemed like the entire world, he couldn't bring himself to shut his door on anyone, especially not when they looked like she did.

She went in for another hug, and he gently patted her back and lifted her arms off of him.

"I'm sorry, Kendall, for everything. I thought I'd be better off with Jett since he was more famous than you at the time, but I can't stand being with him," she started, but fell to the floor between sobs as Kendall rolled his eyes at her over exaggerated theatrics.

"He barely ever comes home and he cheats on me all the time. I miss being loved and cared for. I miss being with you, your smile, your laugh, your hands, your love, everything. I miss you so much," she said grabbing onto his pant leg as he stared at her, disgusted, still standing, with his arms crossed. She cried onto his leg and all he could think of was the beautiful brunette sitting in his kitchen, glass of water in hand.

He shook her off his leg and as she looked up, he sat down next to her. As she clung onto him, he cleared his throat.

"Listen to me, Jo. I'm very sorry about what happened to you, but there is nothing I can do for you. I have moved on, and I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore," he told her as emotionless as he could. She light go of him, looked him in the eyes and began crying even harder, making him feel even worse. In a sudden fit of rage, she jumped up and looked into his face.

"What do you mean you don't love me?," she said. "You used to text me and call me everyday when I first cheated on you with Jett! Now, all of a sudden, you don't want me anymore?" she said.

Kendall let go of her face and started laughing. He attempted wiping her tears, but she angrily slapped his hand away.

"Don't you touch me, you fucking asshole! I come out here and bear my soul and you laugh at me? How fucking insensitive can you be?" she screamed at him and she stood up.

Kendall looked down, sighed, got up and looked down into Jo's brown eyes.

"Listen to what you're saying, Jo. Do you listen to yourself when you speak or do you just love hearing the sound of your own voice?" he asked her, smugly. She looked at him with fire in her eyes. He could feel her eating him alive in her mind. "Thank goodness looks don't kill," he thought.

She looked at him, at her car and back at him. She looked him up and down, noticing how he was dressed. Green v-neck? Dark wash jeans and all black Vans? She knew there was no way he put that ensemble together alone. She then realized why he was trying to get rid of her and began to laugh. He looked at her with a confused face.

"Look at you, Knight. All dressed up and shit. Is she cute?" Jo asked, throwing her bag on her shoulder.

"What?" Kendall asked, annoyed. "What are you talking about, Jo?"

"She's cute, isn't she? She must be if you got Katie to pick your clothes out," she mockingly stated.

"It is now time for you to leave. Goodbye, Jo," he said, walking toward his door.


Doc picked up her bag and looked for her phone. As she found it, she opened a new text message and began typing.

"I'm at Kendall's house and he's been outside for like ten minutes :-(" Doc texted Andi. She knew there was something wrong, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to peek out the window, but she couldn't see the front door from the kitchen. She tapped her foot against the stool leg and jumped up when she heard her phone vibrating loudly on the counter.

"What the fuck is he doing outside?" Andi asked. Doc rolled her eyes.

"I don't know, someone knocked on the door and he's been out there forever!" she replied. She placed the phone on the counter and began twirling her hair.

"Who can it be?" she thought to herself.


"Don't you walk away from me—oh wait! She's here, isn't she?" Jo said, clapping her hands, laughing loudly. Kendall turned around and looked at her, obviously regretting opening the door.

"Jo, GO HOME," he told her.

"No! I want to meet this mystery woman. Who is it?" she demanded to know. Kendall pretended to not hear her and as he opened his door, she ran up behind him and pushed her way into his house.

"Hello!" Jo shouted into the empty living room. Doc immediately looked up, startled. "What on Earth," she said quietly to herself.

"What are you doing? Get out of my house, you lunatic!" Kendall told her.

"Wow, you haven't changed a thing. Let me guess, kitchen?" Jo said, and as quickly as she said it, she threw her bag on the floor and made her way across the room and into the kitchen.

Doc could hear footsteps and began shaking involuntarily. She had a feeling that this couldn't be good. She looked up and into Jo Taylor's face. Doc's jaw dropped at how horrible Jo looked.

"Hi," Doc said, voice cracking. Jo looked her up and down and began laughing. Uncomfortable, Doc fidgeted in her chair. Kendall grabbed Jo by the arm and pulled her into the other room. He grabbed onto both her arms and looked her in the face.

"Listen to me, I want you go grab your shit and get out of my house, do you understand me?" Kendall said, his piercing green eyes with more anger than she'd ever seen. Fear took over her face as she realized how serious he was, and her body tensed up. She began crying hysterically. He let her go, and as she stood there, crying helplessly, he picked up her bag and handed it to her.

"Get out. I don't ever want to see you in my house again," he said, loud and clear. She took the bag, wiping her face, and started walking toward the door. Just as she reached it, she stopped and turned around. She looked around the place she once had the chance to call home. She took in the art, the furniture, even the grandfather clock that Gustavo Rocque had bought for both of them as a housewarming gift. She looked at the glass bookcase that housed framed pictures of familiar faces. There were photographs of Kendall, Katie, Mrs. Knight and his band along with their friends. There was a particular picture that caught her eye. It was of Kendall and Jo, Logan and Camille, Carlos and Annabelle just as they became a couple, and James and Nikki, his long time girlfriend from back in Minnesota, all embracing each other, with Kendall kissing her forehead. She looked at their happy smiles, and in that moment she would have given anything to be where she was then. Her regret soon channeled into anger and she turned around, looked at Kendall who was waiting for her to leave, hands on his hips, and she opened her mouth to speak.

"You know what, KENDALL KNIGHT? You're not a good person. You are a bad person," she started. "You really think that bitch over there is better than me? You really think you're making a good choice choosing her over me? I don't even know who she is! She's a nobody, and you rather stick to that than to this?" she said, gesturing to herself. His brows knitted and he felt his face get uncomfortably hot. He was so infuriated, he wished so terribly that this was a dream.

"Jo. Just shut the fuck up. Get the fuck out of my house," he said, calmly, knowing nothing pissed her off more than being spoken to calmly when she was angry.

"A fucking NOBODY! Is that how low you are now? You're Kendall fucking Knight, and you're dating nothing! How pathetic are you, really? Good luck, and by the way sweet cheeks," she called out to Doc, "Good luck with Kendall. He's the most pathetic lover in the entire world," she said. She gripped onto her bag, walked out the door and slammed it shut, causing a picture of Katie to fall down from the top shelf and crack on the floor.

Kendall stood perfectly still, his anger stiffening every muscle in his body. His eyes were wide open and his pupils had constricted to almost nothing. He heard her slam her car door and turn her car on, back out and drive away. He took in a deep breath and felt his muscles relax. He then walked over to the door, locked it, and kneeled down to the cracked picture frame of his little sister on the floor. As he picked it up, he felt tears well up in his eyes.


What a drama queen, that Jo, huh? Tell me what you think of her! I'm working on the next part already! Review, review, review! :) x

*Let the record show that I am actually very fond of Jo Taylor and the actress who portrays her! :)