You called it quits with Kenickie a few months ago, around summer vacation; something about commitment issues. You both knew it wouldn't work, so you cut it off.

The issue was that Kenickie was a stubborn bastard, and in some ways, you were too. You always showed up at places you knew he'd be at, frequented the auto shop when you got bored, and went out every night he did when he and the T-Birds were out on their Frosty Palace crawl.

"Doin' a great job of no contact," Kenickie grumbled when you stepped far too close to his booth, sipping on some pop.