I absolutely love Kickin' It. It is such an awesome show. I also think Kim and Jack have an interesting relationship. However, most fanfictions show it through Kim's point of view or both of their views. This is a one shot only through Jack's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It
"Hey, Kim!" I yelled running up to a tough, blonde haired girl.
"Hi Jack!" She smiled.
"Still up for that rematch afterschool?" I asked. I silently prayed she would say yes. Karate seemed to be the only way I could ever communicate with her. I had a huge crush on Kim that had been growing since the day I met her. If you have not seen Kim, she is a tall blonde girl with brown eyes. Don't be fooled by her appearance. She looks all sweet and innocent, but if she has to, she will kick your butt.
"You bet!" She exclaimed. "You're going down!"
"Yeah," I smirked, "Keep dreaming." Kim had yet to beat me at Karate. We were both the only black belts in our Dojo. Our other friends, Jerry, Milton, and Eddie, were yellow belts. That's why I usually sparred with Kim since we were almost equal. I said almost. I was still better than her. I should be practicing with Rudy, our sensei, but I preferred Kim because it gave me a chance to spend time with her.
The bell rang. "See you after school, Jack," Kim said hurrying to her next class. I also ran quickly to history class before Mr. Inman, my teacher, got mad at me again. History was my worst class. I wasn't failing, but I was on the verge of getting a C in that class. I don't really care about my grades, but my grandfather does. He believes that one key to being a great warrior is being intelligent. My granddad doesn't like it when my grades drop bellow a B.
My granddad lives with me. He is the reason I am good at Karate. Ever since I was little, he taught me martial arts. My granddad was a great teacher, but he was very stern. I had to obey him. When he was my grandfather, he was awesome and great to hang around. However, when he was my sensei, he was strict; I had to obey him no matter what. That is why I started skateboarding. Skating gave me a sense of freedom, a life that was all mine.
I made it to history class just in time and took my seat.
"Welcome class," Mr. Inman said. "I hope all of you did your reading assignment on George Washington last night. Today we shall discuss the effect our first president had on our nation."
I silently groaned in my head. The essay we had to read was horrible and now we had to discuss it. Sometimes I hated Mr. Inman. He was a cool guy but his subject was torture.
Throughout history class, I thought about Kim Crawford. Man, that girl was amazing. I remembered the time I saw Kim in a dress. She looked beautiful. Kim wore a purple dress that went right above her knees with a gold belt around her waist. She even wore the slightest bit of lip gloss which highlighted her naturally gorgeous face. Of course she only wore this to impress Ricky Weaver, but the image always appeared in my mind. Another great thing about Kim is that she is a cheerleader and a martial artist. How often do you find a girl like that?
"Jack!" I heard. It was Mr. Inman. "Did you read last night?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied honestly.
"What standards did Washington set for future presidents?"
"He started the um- Cabinet, and he uh- he was um- president for only two terms."
"That's correct. Now we shall have a discussion."
I almost fell asleep in class because the class discussion was so boring.
The bell rang, and school ended. I ran to mall and entered the dojo. I quickly dressed in my gi. I exited the locker room and found Kim stretching. We smiled at each other, and I started warming up too.
Then we started the battle. Her cute, yet terrifying face looked determined. We both bowed to each other. She made the first punch. I stopped her fist from coming at me then I jumped back and kicked. She ducked and rolled. Then she immediately threw her right fist at me. I quickly leaned to the left and she missed me. I jumped in the air and kicked, but Kim did a back hand spring, so I missed. She was a cheerleader so she incorporated her cheer moves into her fights. We threw many more punches at each other. Kim had gotten much better. I wasn't able to win as quickly as I had last time. I tried kicking her feet so she'd loose her balance; she jumped. I tried pushing her behind her back; she ducked. It was becoming impossible to kick her off the mat.
At one moment, Kim and I were so close to each other. Our faces were only inches apart. Then Kim did the unthinkable. She kissed me. I was shocked yet thrilled at the same time. Kim liked me too! However, I let my guard down and Kim pushed me off the mat and won.
"In your face!" Kim yelled victoriously. Everyone in the dojo was shocked. They never thought Kim would win against me.
"Congratulations," I smiled. I hid my confused feelings about the kiss. I left the dojo that day with one question.
Did Kim actually like me, or was the kiss just a plan to finally win against me?
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