One of the Guys

By Forgotten Moments

Summary: "Kim's my best friend, and any feeling I have for her is completely platonic." He shrugged. "Kim, she's just one of the guys." / When Kim overhears Jack's conversation with the guys, trouble, drama, and humor ensues. / "Ah! Eddie, I think you just kicked a very important man part!" / "You actually need to be a man to have any man parts, Jerry!" / "Not cool, Brad. Not cool at all, yo!"

The dismissal bell rang and Kim was by her locker, transferring items from her locker into her backpack and vice versa. She quickly finished up and slammed the locker shut. Gathering the gym back by her feet and shouldering her backpack, she made her way towards Jack's locker.

"Oh, Kimberly, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you," Ms. Applebottom shouted, waving at the blonde wildly. Kim restrained herself from groaning and walking towards her sensei's girlfriend.

"Yes, Ms. Applebottom?" She asked politely.

"Oh Kimberly, well, I have a date with Rudy next week and-." Kim cut her off.

"He's taking you to Olive Garden and then a movie. Wear something casual, okay? Okay, bye," she finished quickly, leaving a confused teacher.

"But I was going to tell you that practice is canceled then," she trailed off. She just shrugged and figured they would figure it out.

Kim quickly rushed towards Jack's locker again, but stopped at the stairs when she saw Jack was with the rest of the gang as well as some other guys. Just as she was about to intervene, she heard her name. Carefully, she tip-toed up the first few steps of the stairs and crouched down to hear the conversation. Hey, she was curious.

"So, Jack, how's it going with you and Kim?" Jerry asked with a smirk. The other guys seemed interested as well. Jack shook his head.

"There's nothing going on, Jerry, seriously."

"Really, cause if there's nothing going on than you wouldn't mind if I asked her out, right?" Randy suggested while wiggling his eyebrows. Kim crinkled her nose in disgust and had to resist from puking.

"Dude, hands off," Jack growled. "She's my best friend and I'm not letting you within a 5 feet radius of her." Kim rolled her eyes. Possessive, much? Jerry scoffed.

"You sure that's enough? Why not make it 50 feet instead?" That caused some of the others to snicker. Jack sent each of them a glare.

"But you have to admit, Kim's hot," Brad put in. Kim felt her face heat up even more when others agreed. "But her dancing, well, there's always room for improvement." Kim scowled. Geez, way to boost a girl's self esteem.

"Kim's smart," Milton put in. "Have you seen her GPA? It's a solid 4.0." Of course, leave it to Milton to talk about my grades.

"Wait, you mean the same girl that grew a bean for her science project?" Jerry asked.

"I wouldn't be talking, bro. Your science project was "Are Hotdogs Really Dogs?" Brody jumped in, causing another round of laughter. Oh, burn, Jerry, BURN!

"Smart, blonde, hot, and fierce, what more can you ask for in a girl?" Brett put in. Kim blushed. Okay, still have a small crush on him, this is not good.

"Not to mention flexible," Randy said and put in with a wink at the end. "Imagine her in -." Randy never got a chance to finish as Jack and slammed him into the lockers. Thank god there weren't any teachers at the moment.

"Finish that sentence and I swear to god I'll tear you limb from limb. C'mon, Randy, I dare you," Jack snarled, his chocolate irises flared up in anger. It took Brody, Brad, and Brett to pry Jack away from the poor boy who had probably pissed his pants.

"Dude, calm down," Jerry said, putting a hand on the livid brunet shooting death glares at the cowering skater. "For a guy who swears doesn't have a drop of feelings for Kim, you're pretty possessive." You read my mind, Jerry.

"I don't like Kim! She's like a little sister to me! A best friend! Nothing more," Jack exclaimed. Kim swore she felt her heart shatter. Ouch, that one hurt. Great, I am officially friend zoned. Lucky me.

Brody winced. "Ouch, that's harsh, brochacho." Brett and Eddie nodded in agreement.

"You just friend zoned Kim. Imagine what she would think if she heard you," Brad added. Damn, read my mind again.

"That poor mamacita," Jerry said, putting his own two cents in. Randy stayed silent this time, smart boy. Jack rolled his eyes and said,

"Kim's my best friend, and any feeling I have for her is completely platonic." He shrugged. "Kim, she's just one of the guys." That was it. Kim felt whatever was left of her already broken heart fall into even tinier pieces as the wind sweeps them away. Kim, she's just one of the guys. One of the guys. One of the guys. The words continued to swirl around, causing her the tiny pieces of her once full heart ache and her head to pound.

There was a holler of "oohs" from the boys as they processed the harsh words. Kim heard them talking some more but she wasn't listening. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to compose herself. A few minutes later, when she felt like she could face Jack without falling apart, she slowly got up. Taking slow steps, she walked back the way she came to convince them she didn't hear a single thing they said.

She walked up behind Brett, being careful to keep eye contact with Jack at a minimum. She tapped the football player on the back.

"Hey, guys," she greeted with a fake smile on her face. There were a series of hellos. "Yeah, hey, listen guys, I don't feel too well so I can't make it to practice." There was another series of okays and yeah, but Jack looked genuinely worried. For his sister-like best friend who's just one of the guys her mind reminded her.

"You okay? Do you need me to take you home?" He asked. Kim shook her head, and looked at her shoes instead, anywhere but at him.

"No, just a bit tired. You go to the dojo without me." Brett turned around and took her hand. If Kim wasn't looking at her shoes, she would've seen Jack's muscles had tensed up.

"Hey, I'll drive you. I'm going the same way," he suggested. Kim nodded and accepted his offer. She and Brett waved goodbye to the others, unknown to both of them that their hands were still intertwined.

The two of them walked towards Brett's car, a Camaro SS with a red, white, and blue paintjob. His car stood out from the rest along with Brody's BMW 335i Convertible, Brad's Range Rover, and Jack's Lamborghini Gallardo.

"Nice," she whistled. Brett laughed and scanned the parking lot.

"You know, it seems you have all the rich dudes falling for you," he said, gesturing towards the cars. Kim waved his comment away.

"Jack doesn't like me. I'm just one of the guys," she said. A heartbeat later, she realized what she said and froze.

"Wait, you heard what Jack said?" He asked with eyes wide. Kim looked up and blushed again. Aw, he's like a little puppy.

"Um, no, of course not," she lied. Brett raised an eyebrow. "Fine, yeah, and it hurt okay. I really like him and then he goes and says that, and it just hurts okay!" She cried. Brett enveloped her into a hug as she sobbed. Luckily, they were the only ones there at the time. "It hurts so damn much, Brett. I try all the time to catch his attention, but no, I'm just one of the guys!"

"Shh, c'mon, Kim, it's going to be alright. Everything's okay," he soothed, running his hands through her blonde locks. A few minutes later, Kim had managed to calm down.

"I got your jersey all wet, sorry," she muttered. Brett laughed.

"It's all right. I think I've got a spare t-shirt in the car. C'mon, let's get you home." He opened the passenger door for her and slipped into the driver's seat himself. He turned around and rummaged around the backseats before pulling out a plain red v-neck. He shrugged off the blue Seaford jersey, revealing his well toned torso and abs. Kim blushed before looking away. Brett laughed again.

"Okay, Kim, coast clear. You can look again," he said. Kim turned around only to see he was still shirtless.

"Brett!" She squealed. "Put your shirt on!"

"Naw, I think I like it better this way. It's spring and Seaford's boiling," he teased. Kim glared at him. "Fine, fine, be that way." Brett slipped on his shirt before pulling out of the parking lot. They drove in silence.

"Thanks, Brett, for you know, cheering me up," Kim whispered. "And uh, can you not tell anyone about the whole crying thing?" Brett smirked.

"Sure." Kim sighed in relief. "If you give me a kiss," he finished.

"What? Brett!" Kim yelled, swatting the brunet on the arm. He threw his head back and laughed.

"Relax, Kimmy. It's not like we've never kissed before," he said with a suggestive wink.

"Oh god, I can't believe you!"

"I'm kidding, Kim. I'm leaving the creeper job to Randy." Kim sighed in relief again.

"That's good. I like the shy, innocent Brett better. You remind me of a little puppy. Hey, I should start calling you that!" she exclaimed. Kim leaned over and gave the football player a peck on the cheek. "Now, keep your eyes on the road, hun!"

Yes, this is another new story from me. Deal with it. I had this stashed away for a while and just happened to find it again. This was originally going to be one super long one shot, so the beginning and ending of some chapters might be a bit weird. Just bare with me, okay?

Also, I already have chapters two and three finished and I'm currently working on four. Updates are going to be pretty consistent the first few chapters.

Anyway, reviews, favorites, and follows are much appreciated. I'll respond to every review in the next chapter?

You make me smile like the sun….

-Forgotten Moments