The cafeteria incident had gone viral. TikToks of Drake and Trump rapping for Kendrick’s love had hit 12 million views, sparking memes, fancams, and at least one conspiracy theory that the entire thing was an elaborate PR stunt for a collab album.
But in the weeks that followed, something strange happened.
Donald Trump stopped showing up at Kendrick’s locker. He stopped bringing McNuggets. He stopped making snide comments about Drake’s Canadian accent.
Kendrick didn’t know why—until it happened.
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Scene 1: The Mech Suit Reveal
It was a Thursday. Kendrick was chilling at his usual spot by the vending machine, scarf fluttering in the still, stagnant hallway air. He was halfway through his third bag of Hot Cheetos when the ground shook.
At first, Kendrick thought it was just the vending machine acting up again. But then, from outside the school, came the deafening clank-clank-clank of metal footsteps.
The windows went dark as a massive Tesla-branded mech suit loomed outside. The chest plate opened, and out stepped Elon Musk, wearing sunglasses and a suit made entirely of shiny crypto coins.
“Kenny, babe!” Trump’s voice echoed as he leapt down from the mech’s cockpit… straight into Elon’s arms.
Kendrick’s Cheetos bag slipped from his hand.
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Scene 2: The Betrayal
“D-Donald?” Kendrick’s voice cracked in a way he hated. “What… what is this?”
Trump smirked, still clinging to Elon’s arm like a high school girl with a new boyfriend. “Kenny, this is Elon. We’re… together now.”
Elon adjusted his sunglasses without looking at Kendrick. “We’ve merged… romantically and financially. TrumpMusk Inc. is the future. We’re thinking of calling it… TeslAmerica.”
The hallway gasped. Even the vending machine beeped in shock.
Kendrick’s chest tightened. “Baka… you can’t just… leave me for some billionaire cyborg wannabe.”
Trump shrugged. “Sorry, babe. Elon’s got rockets.”
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Scene 3: Drake’s Attempt at Comfort
Later, Kendrick sat alone on the bleachers behind the gym, scarf hiding most of his face. Drake approached, holding a caramel frappuccino like it was a peace offering.
“Kenny…” Drake started softly. “I heard about… you know. Trump and Elon.”
Kendrick’s eyes stayed glued to the ground. “…I don’t care.”
Drake sat beside him. “You do. And that’s okay. I’m here for you.”
Kendrick turned his head away, cheeks red. “Baka. Don’t act like you care. You’re just happy I’m single again.”
Drake gave a small smile. “…Yeah. I am.”
For a moment, it seemed like Kendrick might soften—but then his phone buzzed. It was a tweet from Trump:
> @realDonaldTrump: “Date night with Elon 💖🚀 #MuskLove #BillionaireBoys”
Kendrick’s fists clenched. “…That’s it. I’m not sitting here while he flaunts his stupid… stupid rocket boy.”
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Scene 4: The Jealous Rampage
The next day, Kendrick showed up at school in full anime fight-mode. His scarf billowed like a storm cloud, his eyes glinting with dangerous resolve.
Drake caught up to him in the hallway. “Uh… Kenny? Where are you going?”
Kendrick didn’t even look at him. “To get Donald back.”
Drake froze. “…What?”
“I don’t care if Elon’s got rockets, bitcoins, or a mech suit. Donald’s mine.” Kendrick’s voice cracked again, and his blush betrayed his tsundere fury. “And I’m not letting some cyberpunk raccoon-eyed billionaire take him away.”
Drake’s heart sank. “So… what about me?”
Kendrick gave him a quick, sharp glance. “…Baka. You were just… a distraction.”
Drake’s chest tightened, but before he could respond, Kendrick was already gone—storming toward the school gates like a shonen protagonist about to start a new story arc.
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Scene 5: The TrumpMusk Confrontation
The parking lot was chaos. Elon’s mech stood parked in the middle like a luxury yacht at a skate park. Trump and Elon were sitting on lawn chairs under its shadow, sipping champagne and talking about space colonies.
Kendrick stomped up to them, scarf flaring. “Donald. We need to talk.”
Trump looked mildly surprised, then grinned. “Kenny, babe! You came to see me.”
“I came to take you back,” Kendrick snapped.
Elon raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, scarf boy, but he’s with me now.”
Kendrick stepped forward, his Hot Cheetos-stained fingers curling into fists. “Then I’ll fight you for him. Me versus your mech.”
Elon laughed. “You? Against this?” He patted the side of the Tesla mech like it was a beloved pet. “You wouldn’t last a second.”
Kendrick smirked. “Wanna bet, crypto boy?”
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Scene 6: The Drake Dilemma
Meanwhile, Drake stood in the shadows of the school building, watching Kendrick challenge Elon. His heart twisted. He wanted to rush in, to help, to be the one Kendrick fought for… but Kendrick had made it clear—he was still chasing Trump.
The DJ from the rap battle appeared beside him out of nowhere. “You gonna just stand there, man?”
Drake sighed. “…Yeah. For now.”
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To Be Continued…
The mech’s engines roared to life. Kendrick’s scarf whipped violently in the wind. Elon smirked from the cockpit. Trump leaned back in his lawn chair, sipping champagne like this was just another episode of The Apprentice.
Somewhere deep down, Kendrick knew this wasn’t just a fight for Trump… it was a fight for his pride. And maybe—just maybe—for his tsundere heart.
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