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Kurt sat in his bathroom as he thought over how his Christmas Day was going to go. A bunch of bullshit with a bunch of family members he really didn't know, great. It was the same thing every year, but when you're the quarter back and your dad owns the only auto parts shop in Sherwood, what can you do?
Jenn sat in the back of some skeezy basement at some trashy Christmas party. She just wanted to get rid of the rest of her weed, but no one at the school was buying. So, here she was, sitting in the corner of some random guy’s basement near a guy who passed out. She took another hit.
It was two days before Christmas and Kurt wanted to hang out with ram, so he decided to text him and say " Happy Christmas Eve Eve, dickwad." He couldn't be too nice, right? Sometimes you had to be naughty to uphold an image. "Fuck Santa." He thought as he smiled at the phone screen
“This is utter bullshit and I swear to god that bitch is going to pay for this!”
Kurt honestly didn't feel like doing much that day when he walked into school, but he did know one thing. He would apologize to Jenn, and he would be a better guy, “but doesn't something always go wrong I do?” He thought to himself.
“Hopefully one day this school won’t force me to starve for six hours.” Jenn sighed, grabbing a tiny apple that was probably more brown than red and retreating towards her table by a window.
Kurt walked up to a freshman in the hallways and began beating him against a locker. “I thought I told you to stay away from the heathers, pervert?” He said and the kids glasses went flying off his head.
Jenn knew she had two options after what just happened with Kurt: She could sit here, in the middle of the hallway, and have an intense anxiety attack; or, she could go get high in the bathroom. She quickly decided the latter as she felt her chest heaving. She ran to the bathroom and went to the furthest stall she could find. She didn't bother closing the door because she felt like she wouldn't make it another second. She lit it and immediately felt at ease. Caught in the moment, she didn't hear someone come in the bathroom.
