Rating: T

Pairing: Kick/Kendall

Disclaimer: I do not own Kick Buttowski

Author's Notes: Hello my royal readers. I decided to start a different Kick Buttowski fanfic. The reason I'm not updating my other stories is because I'm taking a break from them. Those stories a really serious. So, I thought some Kick Buttowski stories would be a nice change of pace. I hope you all understand. This story isn't the sequel to "Christmas with the Enemy" that will come momentarily. Please leave plenty of reviews if you like what you see here today. I hope you enjoy. PEACE!

Chapter 1: The Bet

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock. The clock in Ms. Fitzpatrick's Science classroom. It was nearing the end of the day, and Kick Buttowski was itching to get out and do more stunts. Mellowbrook's local daredevil slumped down in his desk, trying his best to stay awake. He didn't want to fall asleep and get lectured Ms. Fitzpatrick… again. His vision kept on betting blurry, indicating he was close to falling asleep. So he shook his head violently, staying awake.

'Hold on, Buttowski,' he thought, rubbing his eyes. 'Five more minutes, and it'll be the weekend.' Trying to keep himself busy, he started glancing around the room.

Beside him, of course, was Gunther Magnuson, his "Wingman" of stunts. He was keeping busy by doodling in his notebook. From random drawling like dinosaurs and cars, from possible ideas for stunts Kick could attempt. He had it propped up at an angle. So unless Ms. Fitzpatrick was right behind him, she wouldn't know he wasn't taking notes.

Seeing as Gunther seemed to be concentrated on something, Kick continued to scan the room, still fully ignoring Ms. Fitzpatrick's lecture.

Sitting in the chair beside him was Mellowbrook middle school class president, hall monitor, and Kick's arch nemesis, Kendall Perkins. To Kick's pleasant surprise, she was also trying to stay awake. Seeing this, Kick couldn't help but snicker. He remembered all the times she willing participated in class, making her look good and the rest look like slackers. He also remembered all the times she tried lecturing him for falling asleep. So seeing Kendall a mere few seconds away from passing out was quite a sight. He smirked, when Kendall's eye slowly drifted in his direction.

When she saw Kick was smirking at her with a raised eyebrow, she huffed and straightened up, acting like she wasn't sleepy. He had the urge to say a smart or smug comment about how she was falling asleep, when he resisted. While he had something funny in store, it wasn't good enough to get in trouble for. So, he leaned back in his seat, secretly satisfied at what he just saw.

RIIIIIING!

The school bell rang louder than usual. Everyone gasped in surprised and leapt into the air. Even Kick, who was waiting for it, was caught off guard by the loud noise. But immediately after the last bell rang, all of the students cheered with happiness and stampeded out of the class, not listening to the end of Ms. Fitzpatrick's lesson plan. She sighed, mumbled something to herself, and went to grading papers. When she glanced up, she noticed Kick, Gunther and Kendall were still there.

Gunther walked up to Kick with a wild grin on his face. "Hey Kick. I came up with a awesome stunt," he said, pulling out the paper he was doodling on. "Going down Dead Man's Drop on a greased up surfboard. Then, when you are halfway down, you jump off the surfboard and land on a skateboard. Then you finish up going off a big jump, over a T-rex…" He squinted his eyes at the paper, realizing that the dinosaur was a random doodle. "I mean, you jump over the large gorge and land on the other side."

Kick smiled and jumped out of his seat. "Leave it to you to come up with the awesome stunts man," he said, grabbing his backpack. "When I'm not doing stunts, you are thinking them up. We make the best team." Then, they heard a loud huff. They turned, and saw Kendall, putting her books back in her backpack.

"Seriously, Clarence," she asked, using his actual first name which he wasn't that much fond of. "How is it you aren't dead yet? That helmet must've been through enough trauma to level a building."

"Daredevils aren't like normal people, Kendall," he said, stressing her first name just like how she stresses his. "We grow immune to certain amount of pain. After what we daredevils go through growing up, we end up being almost super human…. Though, I wouldn't expect bookworm like you to understand."

Ms. Fitzpatrick sighed. 'Here we go again,' she thought.

"Well, I'm too busy making a future for myself," she corrected, putting her backpack on her… well… back. "While you are too busy getting what little brain you have smashed, I am working on going to college, becoming an accountant, and planning on living the good life." She looked at the skateboard Kick had with him, and shook her head. "Look at you. You were a jumpsuit, crash helmet, and carry around a skateboard all day. Stunts control your life…. Heck, I bet you can't go one whole day without doing some stupid, insane and immature stunt."

Kick snorted with laughter. "Too late, hall monitor. I already proved I can. I went a whole 24 hours without doing a stunt. I have self-control. Even ask Gunther," he said, nudging his head towards his Nordic friend.

"Yep. He sure did," he agreed, nodding his head excitedly. "If he couldn't do it, he was going to be sent to military school. But he proved everyone otherwise… Even with Brad tempting him." Kendall rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, Clarence. You had help. If you were alone, you would crack," instead of waiting for Kick to counter with anything, Kendall turned her back to them and walked off. "Bye, Ms. Fitzpatrick," she said, waving to their teacher. "See you on Monday." Ms. Fitzpatrick waved back and went back to correcting.

"You know, this might be a radical idea or something, but I think it wouldn't kill you to try being nicer to Kendall," Ms. Fitzpatrick's ears perked up when she heard Gunther mention that to his friend. She glanced upwards to see Kick staring blankly at his blond friend.

"Nice? To Kendall," he asked, as if it was some sort of ridiculous request. Gunther nodded his head, being completely serious. Kick raised a eyebrow as if it was a job. "Dude, unless you haven't noticed for the last couple of years, me and Kendall are pretty much mortal enemies."

Gunther shook his head and put his hands on his hips. "Yeah. But that's only because you are always acting so cold and unfeeling towards her and all her interests. Maybe if you started acting nicer to her, you'll break the cycle and see a new side of her…. Who knows? She might even end up being a cool person."

Kick let out another snort of laughter. "I think I'll pass, Gunther. I already know Kendall isn't cool. She's class president and the hall monitor. She practically worships rules. I don't think that would be a friend a daredevil would want." But as he and Gunther made their way to the door, they heard Ms. Fitzpatrick clearing her throat.

"That's a pretty bold statement, Mr. Buttowski," she said, not bothering to look up from her papers. She didn't have to. She knew what she said would get the daredevil's attention.

"Come again," Kick asked, walking back into the classroom.

"What makes you so sure you know everything about Ms. Perkins," she asked, looking up from her papers. Kick looked at his teacher skeptically. She stood up from her desk, she came around and confronted Kick and Gunther. She looked down, sighed, and shook her head. "Maybe if you try looking for something positive, you just might find what you're looking for."

Kick folded his arms and raised a eyebrow. "I'm not quite sure what you mean, Ms. F," he replied honestly. "Are we still talking about Kendall Perkins?"

Ms. Fitzpatrick shook her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed. "Mr. Buttowski, do you honestly believe I haven't been paying attention to you and Ms. Kendall," she asked, with her hands on her hips. I was sitting right here, listening to that little back and forth you had with her. I swear, you two argue more than a old married couple."

Kick scowled at this. "Its not my fault. She is always so…" He stopped when he saw Ms. Fitzpatrick frown down at him. Confused, Gunther raised his hand.

"Umm… why do you care how Kick and Kendall act around each other," he asked. "Its not like it is your problem or anything."

"Because," she answered, "I, as well as the rest of you class are sick and tired of hearing you two bicker about every little thing. I think it would be a nice change in pace if we find a remedy to your problem with Kendall. I want some peace and quiet once in a while. But with you two constantly at each other's throats, that's almost impossible. Everyone might actually enjoy my class if you stopped fighting with her. Do you understand?"

"That sounds like a good idea," Gunther seconded. Kick narrowed his eyes at both his friend and his teacher.

"Hey. Why are you talking to just me? If I remember correctly, you need two people if you want a fight. And also, she is the one that starts them a…" His complaint was cut off by the stern and annoyed look Ms. Fitzpatrick gave him. He didn't finish, since he knew he wasn't going to win this one. He glanced over to Gunther, who seemed to support the idea. "Thanks," Kick breathed, "but no thanks. Me and Kendall are like water and fire. Put us together and you just get a bunch of steam everywhere," he answered coolly, making his way back to the door.

"You care to make a wager on that, Mr. Buttowski," he heard Ms. Fitzpatrick ask. He stopped dead in his tracks, and turned with a smirk.

"What kind of wager," he asked, now fully interested.

Ms. Fitzpatrick smiled. "Since I know you love accepting challenges, I figured we can get what we both want." When Kick didn't object to what he heard so far, she continued. "If you can spend an entire day with Ms. Perkins without insulting her, I will allow you to ride your skateboard in my classroom, not give you any homework for a week, won't wake you if you fall asleep, and allow you to bring comics to my class."

"Hmm," he hummed to himself, scratching his chin. "You want me to spend a whole day with Kendall," he asked. When Ms. Fitzpatrick nodded, he raised a eyebrow. "And if I can't?"

"In that case, you are to give me your skateboard before class for a week. You are to also be my personal class assistant for that same week, fetching me chalk, taking attendance, etc. That is if you can't go without fighting with Kendall."

After hearing the awards and risks, Kick took a second to think about it. While he would love to be able to ride his skateboard, read comic books and sleep in class without getting in trouble, the way he was to do it was what he wasn't sure about. He was to spend a whole day with Kendall, the complete opposite of him. He didn't see how he could go without fighting with her. But he saw how Ms. Fitzpatrick was smirking at him, and scowled.

"Deal," he said, extending his hand.

"Good," she answered, shaking his hand. "Oh, and Gunther can't be with you," Kick's confident smirk disappeared in the blink on an eye. "As I recall, you said you had excellent, "Self-control," as it were," she reminded, recalling what Kick had said only a few minutes before. "If so, I'm sure you are able to restrain from fighting with Mr. Perkins without having someone there helping you out, right? I mean, you have self-control, don't you?"

Kick glared at the ground. He unknowingly screwed himself on this. He looked up, met eyes with his teacher, and nodded his head. "You are still on. Kick Buttowski doesn't fail. No matter the challenge." With that said, he and Gunther made their way to the door. But before Gunther left, Ms. Fitzpatrick stopped him.

"Mr. Magnuson," she sand, "can you stay here for a second?" With a curious expression on his face, the Nordic boy walked back in as Kick went to the bus. "I need your help."

"What do you need, teach," he asked.

"I want you to keep an eye on the two tomorrow. I need someone to scope out their activities, and report to me with what actually happened." When Gunther stared at her blankly, she specified. "As in, I want to make sure Kick actually goes though with it. I don't want to take his word if he skipped out or didn't go the whole day without fighting with her. Can I trust you?"

"…. How will I be able to keep you informed," he asked, not caring what she just asked him to do.

Sighing, Ms. Fitzpatrick reached into her desk and pulled out two walky-talkies. "I confiscated these last week. I thought I'd just keep them, but now, they might come in handy. I want you to "shadow" Kick and Kendall, tell me what they are doing, and describe to me how either he or Kendall reacts to what the other says…. If you do this for me, I'll make your failed science test a 100%, instead of a 64%."

Amazed as to what lengths his teacher was going for Kick and Kendall, Gunther smirked. "You sure don't act like the other teachers here," he said with a raised eyebrow.

Ms. Fitzpatrick hunched her shoulders. "What can I say? I really, REALLY want some quiet in my class. If this is what I have to do, then I will do it." She handed Gunther the walky-talky, and he accepted it. "Now, go back to Kick. Don't tell him what I told you to do. I want to know how he actually asks around her without knowing anyone is watching. You think you can do that?"

Gunther took a straight expression and saluted. "Yes ma'am."

"Good to hear, soldier," she chuckled, playing along. "No report with private Buttowski for the mission tomorrow morning. Dismissed."

Gunther chuckled and ran back to Kick, who were waiting for him outside where the buses were loading. He was looking at Kendall, who was waiting in line to get on the bus. Seeing this, Gunther smiled wickedly and walked up behind him.

"Almost like a date, huh," he asked. Kick turned to him with a serious frown.

"Its not a date, Gunther. If anything, it's the complete opposite. I'm just doing this so that I can prove Ms. Fitzpatrick wrong again. Believe me, me and Kendall will hate each other just as much, if not more after tomorrow…. Nothing will change." Gunther sighed and frowned.

"Man, you need to lighten up," he said. "Its only KENDALL PERKINS. You make it sound like you are spending a whole day with Brad or Brianna. Because I know if you had to choose, you'd pick Kendall."

Kick narrowed his eyes at Gunther. "Yeah, only because Kendall doesn't know my weaknesses like they do. She's more bearable." Kick looked at Kendall, who wasn't talking to anyone. Everyone around her was talking to someone besides them. Except her. She was just standing in line for the bus, reading a book. Kick sighed, and started walking towards the buses.

"Enjoy your date," Gunther called, teasing Kick for what he was about to do.

To Be Continued…..

Well, here you go. The first chapter of my second Kick Buttowski story. I started this because The Sole Survivors' Dare to Dream, inspired me to try one based of Kick and Kendall falling for each other because of a bet. I found that idea hilarious and cute at the same time. So it will kind of be like his version at first, but I will start putting my changes in as the story progresses. I have some funny plans for Kick's time with Kendall. I hope you all enjoy my version of The Sole Survivors' original FF. please leave plenty of reviews, and please forgive any misspelling or grammar errors you might see in it. Please enjoy, and I hope to hear from you all soon. PEACE TO ALL KICK BUTTOWSKI FANDOM!