Title: Happily Ever After
Author: Alexz Recoro
Summary: Kay meets a guy who rocks her world, challenges her beliefs, and makes her think. As Kay and him become close, she finds herself getting over Miguel. But when they get closer still, how will Migel handle it? Will Kay finally get her happily ever after, or will Miguel interfere?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Passions characters, or any of the songs (chapter 2)
Authors Note: I know my story isn't running with the show, but I don't care. This my fanfic, I can do what I want. So there! Also, I know it's kinda long, but please just read it.
Kay watched from her bedroom window, tears streaming down her face as she watched Miguel and Charity cuddle on a bench in the yard below. It was Charity's birthday, and Miguel had given her what he called a 'promise necklace'. It was a thin gold chain with her birthstone. Next would be a promise ring, then an engagement ring, then a wedding ring.
Kay slapped her window, the sound echoing loudly in her and Jessica's room. It was the last day of school of their sophmore year. How could he do this? Miguel had only been dating Charity for a year and a half. Kay sighed, wiped away her tears and slid into bed. She lay there in the dark before falling into a restless sleep.
MANHATTAN
"We are WHAT?!" Jackson 'Jet' McJaron stared at his parents, disbielf written all over his handsome face.
"We're moving to Harmony." Evan looked at his son. "Your mom just interited money and a great house in Harmony. And I was accepted onto the Harmony police force as a dectitve. I'll have a bigger salary and a more flexible schedule."
Jet just stared at his parents.
"When do we leave?" He asked quietly.
"We don't move until November." Jeospine 'Jeoy' told her son. Jet ran a hand thrugh his black and green spiked hair.
"So I have the summer and the first month of school."
"Right. We wanted to move at the end of the summer, but I can't leave my job until August, my new one doesn't start until November, and that's when your fathers transfer goes through."
Jet sighed deeply. Then he slipped his sunglasses on over his huge, almond shaped, bright green eyes, shrugged on his black leather jacket and jammed his blue Yankees hat on his head.
"I'm going to hang with Luke and Jade." He called out. He left before either of his parent could answer.
FOUR MONTHS LATER...
Kay woke up early, and for once felt calm. Everyday in the summer and for the first month of school, she had woken up dreading each day. Dreading another day of Miguel shoving her at Reese, of seeing Miguel and Charity's sickingly sweet lovebird act, and of seeing the pity in Simone's eyes when she looked at her.
Kay dressed in a pair of black capri pants, purple sneakers, and a short-sheelve blue midriff blouse that perfectly matched her eyes, the cerleaun blue ones she had gotton from her father. Kay grabbed her silver Yankees hooded sweater, the extra-large one that drowned her. Then she went downstairs and poured herself a cup of coffee. After loading it with lots of milk and sugar, she made herself two peices of toast, and was just sitting down when her dad come in, dressed for work.
"Morning daddy." Kay said, standing up and giving him a hug before pouring him a cup of coffee and making him some toast.
"Good morning baby girl." Sam said in surprise. "Why are you up so early?" Kay shrugged.
"Just decided to start getting up earlier. Then I can have breakfast with you, and maybe get a ride to school?"
Kay grinned mischevouisly at her dad. Sam laughed and realized how long it had been since he'd seen her smile.
"Sure Kay." Sam said, taking a sip of his coffee. They talked and laughed quietly while eating breakfast. Then Sam dropped her off at school. Kay didn't even notice the black haired guy entering the principals office.
Jet followed his dad into the principals office to register. He saw a girl out of the corner of his eye, and turned to look. She was the first kid he'd seen so far. When he got his first sight of her, he had to stop and look again. She was beautiful. Tall, with long brown hair, ivory skin and bright blue eyes. Eyes that were filled with calm sadness, rejection, and lonliness. It was the calmness that confused him. Like she had already resigned herself to always being disapointed and shoved to the side.
Jet lost sight of her as she went around the corner. He sighed and turned back to follow his dad.
"So, Jackson..." the principal started.
"It's Jet." He interrupted.
"Okay, Jet, do you play any sports or instrument?"
"Any and all sports. Sax, guitar, bass, keyboard, regular piano, and drums. I also sing, write music, and listen to all kinds of music."
"Good, good." She muttered, pressing keys on the keyboard of her computer.
"You've already met with Mr. Winter and Mr. DeWhite?"
"Yeah." Jet nodded, the light reflecting off his mirred sunglasses.
"And Mr. Davis?"
"Yes."
The principal printed something and handed it to him.
"Here's your schedule. Welcome to Harmony High. Mrs. Gordan will give you your locker number."
Jet nodded, and he and his dad stood up. They got his locker combo and number, than Jet said goodbye to his dad and went to his locker.
Number 671. He found it and spun the already memorized combo. 5-19-32. Once opened, he hung his backpack up and pulled an envelope and tape out of his backpack. He began taping up pictures. One of him, Luke and Jade taken a few weeks before school got out. They were sitting at Luke's kitchen table, cramming for a final.
There was one of him and Luke, team captains, holding up the state trophy for football. Then them holding the state trophys for wrestling, hocky, basketball, baseball and swimming. A few had Jade in them too. His favorite was the one taken on homecoming. He and Luke were standing with their winning team, and had Lukes twin younger brothers on their shoulders.
Then he taped up Luke and Jade's school pictures and their group one. Luke was wearing his letterman jacket and leaning on his football helmet. Jade was wearing her own letterman coat and holding her bass. In their group, Jade was sitting on a short stool, while Luke and Jet stood back to back behind her, all of them wearing their letterman jackets.
Jet smiled as he taped up his last picture, then shut his locker and leaned agaisnt it to study his schedule. It looked pretty easy. Ten classes, split into two days, evens and odds. 1, 3, 5, 7 and 9 on odd days, 2, 4, 6, 8, and 10 on even days. He studied it closely.
1) Alegebra 3 ----- Mrs. Curry
2) Chemistry ----- Mrs. Janis
3) Advanced Drama ----- Mr. Brooks
4) Performance/Vocal Jazz Choir ----- Mr. Winter
5) Performance/Jazz Band ----- Mr. DeWhite
6) Stage Tech ----- Mr. Brooks
7) Teacher Aid-Gym ----- Mr. Davis
8) World History ----- Mrs. Blue
9) English ----- Ms. Evson
10) Astronomy ----- Ms. Rosa
The bell rang. Jet opened his locker and grabbed his binder. He stepped out of the small alcove where his locker was located and was swept away. He traveled with the flow for a bit, before accedently bumping into a pretty Hispanic girl with dark eyes and long dark hair. They both stumbled back. Jet regained his balence, but the girl fell down.
"I'm sorry." Jet apologized. He helped her up.
"That's all right." she said, brushing her long hair back from her face. Then she looked at him and similed. "Hey, are you new here?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Theresa Winthrop." She said, offering her hand.
"Jackson McJaron. Call me Jet." Jet said taking her hand.
"Any relation to Mr. Jackson McJaron?"
"Mr mom's uncle. We inheirted his money and house, so 'boom' here we are."
"Where you from?" Theresa asked as they began to walk down the hall.
Jet grinned and ran a hand through his gelled hair. "Manhatten," he said proudly, letting a trace of his accent slip through.
"Happy to be here.?"
"Not a snowball's chance in hell. I was dragged here kicking and screaming. You can the groves my fingetrs made in the road on the way down here." Jet cracked.
"What's your first class today?"
"What is today?"
"Odds." Theresa said with a smile.
Jet checked his schedule. "Alegebra 3 with Mrs. Curry."
"That's right here." She stopped in front of an open door.
"Thanks." Jet said. He went in and stepped up the the teachers desk.
"Mrs. Curry? I'm the new student."
"Name?" Mrs. Curry asked with a smile.
"Jackson McJaron. Everyone calls me Jet."
"Well Jet, do you understand the days and class timing?"
"Kinda." Jet said with a shrug.
"Every class is an hour and twenty minutes long. You go to your first two classes, then your third class for forty minutes. Then it's lunch for half an hour, then back for the last forty minutes, then your last two classes. Got it?"
"I will eventually." Jet said with a grin.
The bell rang and Jet realised that everyone was staring at the new guy. Mrs. Curry introduced him, he had to say somthing about himself, and then sit in a seat so everyone could ignore him. It was like that in Advanced Drama, and halfway through the first half of Performance/Jazz Band.
Kay walked into Performance/Jazz Band and handed Mr. DeWhite her excuse note. Then she noticed a new guy sitting in the sax section. He was about 5'10 and muscular. He had golden-brown skin, black hair with emerald green spikes, and huge, almond-shaped, bright jade green eyes. He had prominet cheekbones, a thin nose, and a small mouth. He looked serious as he studied his saxaphone, but when he looked up, his eyes twinkled with laughter.
He was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a baby blue and silver short sheelved tee shirt that seemed to cling to every single muscle in his chest, stomach and upper arms. Kay got her saxaphone and ran her fingers lovingly over the keys. She had spent a lot of time locked away in her room that summer with the saxaphone as her only friend, and had gotten good enough for Performance/Jazz Band.
Jet saw the girl he had seen that morning come into Performance/Jazz Band and had a note to Mr. DeWhite. She picked up a saxaphone and sat down at the other end of the section. Jet stared at her for a while, then turned his attetion back to his saxaphone, his baby. Not as much his baby as his gutair, or his bass, or his keybourd, or his piano, or his drums, or his motercycle, or his car, but his baby still.
He flipped through his sheet music. He had copies for gutair, bass, keybourd, paino and drums, as well as saxaphone. not a lot of hard stuff, just fast and loud. He ran his fingers lightly over the keys, savoring the feel of the cool metal under his fingers. He knew where every tiny ding and scratch was in the golden finsh on the old, but loved instrument.
All to soon, it was time for lunch. Jet grabbed a tray, and searched the crowded lunchroom for a place to sit. Then he heard his name being called. He looked up and saw Theresa waving to him from a table. 'She must be very popular.' Jet thought. She was with a huge group. He walked up the table and sat down.
"Hey Jet." Theresa said with a smile.
"Hey." He replied, looking around. There was a tall boy who looked like Theresa, a girl with pale blue eyes and long blonde hair, two cute black girls, one with long curyl hair, one with short straight hair. They were talking to a tall black boy, and a cute girl with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. Something about her reminded Jet of the girl in Jazz band, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Theresa pointed to the boy. "This is my brother, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald, his girlfriend Charity Standish, my best friend Whitney Russel, her sister Simone, that's Whitney's boyfriend Chad Harris, and last but not least, Jessica Bennet." Jet nodded to all of them.
"Hey. I'm Jackson McJaron. My friends call me Jet."
"Tell us about yourself Jet." Whitney said.
"Well, I'm 16, and I moved here from Manhatten. My eyes are really this color, and so are my spikes, thanks to my clumsy cousin's chemistry set and my four year old curisoty. Mr. Jackson McJaron was my mom's uncle. She inheirted his mony and house, so, here I am."
"Hobbeys?" Chad asked, keeping Q and A going.
"I play any and all sports. But my favorites are football, wrestling, basketball, hockey, soccor, baseball, softball and swimming. I also play the sax, gutair, bass, keybourd, paino and drums. I sing, write music, and listen to all kinds. I own a very sweet Ninja, and a Chevy Impala that I bought myself.
"How'd you get that kind of money?"
"Did some DJing in Manhatten. You'd be surprised how much rich kids, preppy schools, junior highs and high schools will pay for a really good DJ."
"I'm in music and some DJing myself." Chad said.
"Cool." Jet said with a grin.
"Hey guys." A new voice said. Jet looked up and his heart skipped a beat. It was the girl! Behind her was a boy with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes with wire rimmed glasses.
"Hello." Jet said jumping to his feet. "I'm Jackson McJaron. Everyone calls me Jet." The girl hesitated for a moment, than gave him a sad smile.
"Kay. Kay Bennet." She said. She studied him. "This is Reese Durke. Don't you play sax in Performance/Jazz Band?" Jet nodded and flashed a 100 watt smile.
"Hey Kay. How was band?" Migule asked, grinning at her. From the way her returned smile lit up her face, Jet could tell she had it bad for Miguel. Just then a young man, about 21 or 22 walked up. He was tall, with sandy brown hair and laughing blue eyes.
"Hey you guys." He said, his face lighting up when he saw Theresa.
Theresa looked up at the sound of his voice. She squealed in happiness and jumped up from the table.
"Ethan!" She yelled, throwing her arms around him. He spun her around, then set her down and gave her a quick kiss.
"How's my wife today?" He asked. Jet slipped his mirrored sunglasses on to hide his surprise. Wife? Theresa was married? She was what? A senior? Maybe 18? Ethan looked 21 at least. Through it would explain why Miguel's and hers last names were different.
"What are you doing here?" Theresa asked her husband. Ethan grinned.
"Come to pick you up."
"How did you know today was my half-day?"
"Your my wife." Ethan said with a grin. "It's my job to know." Theresa grabbed her bag and took off with Etah. Kay turned back to Miguel, obviously wanting to continue their conversation. But he had turned to Charity. They were so into each other that Jet was afraid he was going to lose his appatite and his lunch. He noticed Reese sitting by Jessica and thought Kay looked releaved.
Kay shot another glare at the couple and slid a pair of headphones. She started to listen to music so loud that Jet reconized Linkin Park, Hybrid Theory. Jet raised an eyebrow. That music was so loud, he thought her eardrums were going to burst. He finished his lunch in a thoughtful silence, watching Kay through the dark lenes of his sunglasses.
Kay let her music blare, not really listening. She was more interested in looking at the new guy. He looked so cool and collected. He had a relaxed air about him, just sitting comfortably in his seat, with his leather jacket and sunglasses. She wished he'd take them off so she could see his jade green eyes. His eyes had really grabbed Kays attetion. They were dark and mysterious, drawing her in. Kay started. What was she doing? Was she devoleping a crush on the new kid?
Well, so what? Miguel was so infatuatied with Chairty that he didn't even bother to pretend to be interested in her. At least Jet looked at her and looked interested when she talked to him. And his eyes. . . They were so big, and so full of emotion. They made Kay feel like he was looking right down into her soul.
Kay jumped when a hand touched her shoulder. She whipped her headphones off and whirled around, eyes blazing, ready to bite off the head of who ever had dared disturb her. It was Jet, standing there cooly, his leather jacket outlining his muscular arms, his sun glasses hiding his eyes, and his hair spiked. He took his sunglasses and slid them into an inside pocket of his jacket. His green eyes met her blue and he gave her a sideways grin.
"You comin' cutie? Or you going to sit there and stare off into space while you lose your hearing?"
Kay smiled and they walked to Jazz Band, Jet's head spinning. He he just called her cutie? He spent the rest of Jazz Band playing absent-mindedly and daydreaming. After class, he ran to catch up to Kay.
"Kay?"
She turned to look at him.
"I'm a TA for Coach Davis. Do you know where that is?"
"Yeah. I have that class next. Come on." Kay said. As they passed the doors, Jet saw her look longingly at the perfect day outside.
"Wanna cut?" He asked her, his eyes lighting up and a mischvious crooked smile creeping across his face.
"You read my mind." Kay said with a grin, enjoying the way Jet's eyes lite up. Moving as one, they were out the front doors and into the parking lot. Jet lead Kay to his Impala, and opened the passenger door for her. Kay slid in and Jet slid into the drivers seat. Theypulled out of the parking lot and drove off.
"So. What do you want to do?" Jet asked. Kay shrugged. Jet looked sideways at her and grinned. "You ever been for a ride on a Ninja?" She shook her head, then grinned at him.
"If you get us to the beach, I know somewhere we can crash."
"Cool." Jet replied, sliding his sunglasses back on and driving home. Jet pulled into his driveway, happy his parents worked during the day.
He hopped out and opened Kay's door. She gave him a tiny smile and let him take her hand and help her out. He lead her to the huge mansion. They walked up the creaking front steps, Jet opened the door with his key, and lead Kay up the huge winding staircase. Then up another one, notas huge, but just as impressive. Then to the end of the hall, and up another staircase behilnd a door.
When they got to the top, Kay gasped. This room was huge! It spanned what seemed like the whole house. It had ten foot tall ceilings. The walls were sky blue, darkening to black near the top. The ceiling was pitch black, with stars, constilations, planets, and galaxys painted on it. It was split in two by the staircase.
To the right was a pair of bunkbeds. The top was a queen sized, with a dark purple comforter. The bottom was a king was a silver comforter. Agaisnt the wall was a 30 inch TV with a VCR and DVD. Bookcases went floor to ceiling on either side of the bunkbeds, over flowing with books. A six disk CD player sat on it's own stand, with the 450 CD holder next to it was overflowing with CD cases. There was a keybouard on a stand. A huge amp sat next to it, with a gutair and a bass leaning against the wall.
On the other side was a huge office desk with a computer on it, humming softly, it's creen black. There were papers, notebooks and books spread all over it and all over the huge rolltop desk next to it. There was a 15 inch TV in the corner with an Playstation, a Playstation 2, a Nintendo 64, a Gamecube, and a X-box all laying next to it. Jet walked to the huge closet and opened the door. He tossed Kay a red helmet, and tucked a silver one under his arm. Kay kept looking around while Jet dug through his closet looking for his riding gloves, and a spare pair and jacket for Kay.
He had movie posters everywhere. He had X-Men, Matrix, Mask of Zorro, The Mummy, The Mummy Returns, Romeo Must Die, The One, The Fast and the Furious, Final Fantasy: The Sprits Withing, A.I, Harry Potter and the Socerours Stone, and Jurassic Park 3. He also had posters for Blink 182, Creed, Likin Park, Nickel Back and Alien Ant Farm.
She was torn away from her sightseeing by Jet's voice.
"Cutie? You ready?"
Kay smiled at his nickname for her, and nodded. Jet lead her back to the main floor, and then to an underground garage.
"Wait her for a sec." He said, disappearing back upstairs. A few minutes later, the huge door opened, and Jet drove his Impala in. He parked an pressed the button to close the door. He climbed out and grinned, his sunglasses reflecting the lights.
"There. That'll keep my parents in the dark if they get home before me."
"Don't they park in the garage?"
"Not this one. This is mine. They use the garage in the back of the house."
"Spoiled."
"Nope. Just very, very loved." Jet said with his crooked grin. Kay rolled her eyes, but grinned back. Jet tossed her an extra jacket and a pair of glooves. The jacket was a leather one and little smaller then Jets, yet it drowned her. If this one was too small for Jet, she didn't want to see his jacket.
She pulled on the gloves as she followed Jet to his bike. Jet pulled off his sunglasses, and pulled off his sunglasses, and pulled on his helmet. Kay admired his bike before pulling hers on. It was a sleek black Ninja with a jade green trim. Jet climbed on his bike and looked over his shoulder at her. The front of his helmet was tinted as dark as his sunglasses. Kay smiled and climbed on behind him. Hesitently, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Jet started the Ninja and pressed the button on the dooropener. He pulled out, making sure to close the door behind him.
Once they pulled out of his driveway, he revved his engine, then gunned it. He heard Kay gasp and tighten her grip on his waist. Jet grinned and popped a wheelie. Kay gave a little shriek and clutched him tighter. Jet shook his head and headed toward the beach.
They pulled up to an old boathouse. Kay pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She went in and Jet followed. Kay fliped on the lights and opened the doors leading to the water.
"Hey, pull that tarp off for me?" Kay asked him. Jet nodded and grabbed the corner of a tarp. He pulled it off, revealing a fiberglass moterboat, sky blue with a purple trim.
"Nice boat."
"Thanks. It was a present from my Uncle Hank, my big brother Nathen, and my half-brother Ethan."
"Ethan? As in Ethan Winthrop?"
"Yeah. He's my half brother."
Jet studied Kay for a minute. Then his eyebrows shot up. Kay wished she could see his eyes, but he had his sunglasses back on.
"What?"
"Nathan. Nathan Bennet is you brother."
Kay brightened. "You know Nathan?" Jet nodded.
"Yeah. He's a cool guy. I should have relized you two were related. You look a lot like him."
"Do you really think so?" Kay asked, blushing.
"Yeah. I do." Jet insisted.
Suddenly he laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I've seen your baby pictures."
Kay blushed again and shook her head. "Nathan still has those out?"
"Sure. He adores you. And judging from the way your face lights up when you talk about him, the feelings mutual."
"It is. I love Nathan to death. When we were younger, we were way close. Most older siblings hate having the younger ones tagging along, and vice-veris when the younger ones get older."
Jet nodded. He had four older brothers himself, in four diffent collages in four different parts of the country. Kay continued.
"It wasn't like that with Nathan and me. Or sure, it was like that with me and Jessica, and even Nathan and Jessica. But Nathan and I were inseperable. Even when Miguel and I became best friends, Nathan always came first. And I always came first for him. I think the rest of our family and our friends got a little angry sometimes, but our dad always understood. When he left for school, if telf like my heart broke in two, and I thought I would never stop crying. Know what I mean?"
Jet nodded. "I know. I have that kind of relationship with my oldest brother, Logan."
Kay grinned at him. "Your the only person I know, who knows how if feels to be that close to someone." Then she cleared her throat and jumped in the boat. "Coming?"
"Yep." Jet jumped lightly into the boat. Kay started the moter on low and went out the door. Then she used the outside controls to turn off the lights and close the door. Then she gunned it and they went just past a rocky cliff before landing back on the beach.
"We're here." Kay announced. Jet hopped out and helped hersecure the boat. Then he looked up and his eyes widened behind his sunglasses. There was this huge five storie house.
"Whoa. What is that?" He asked. Kay stepped up next to him, tucking her hair behind one ear.
"That's my house."
Jet cocked an eyebrow in her direction.
"You live there?"
"No, not yet. My great-grandmother died with I was five and left this house to her oldest great-grandaughter. Me."
"Cool."
Kay lead him up the steps and unlocked the door. She hit the lights, and Jet took off his sunglasses. He looked around. This was a nice house, and it was obvious that Kay spent a lot of time here. It had a lived in, comfortable feel.
"Make yourself at home." Kay told him, leading them into the living room.
"Can we order Chinese food?" Jet asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on the couch.
"Not exactly."
"Good."
Kay raised her perfect eyebrow at him. Jet grinned at her devilishly.
"I hate Chinese food."
Kay giggled, then laughed. When Jet joined in, she lost it. She doubled over, then fell backwards onto the couch, her head landing on Jet's leg. Jet grinned down at her, happily noticing the way her eyes lit up with laughter. Kay got her breath back and realized where her head was.
"Oops. Sorry." Kay mumbled, going to sit up. But Jet touch her shoulder, stopping her.
"You don't have to move. Your fine." He grinned, his eyes lighting up and making Kay's heart speed up. "Besides, whats the use of these great leg muscles if I don't have someone laying on them?"
"Dream on." Kay snorted, smacking his chest litly.
"Ohh, ohh, oww! Ohh, I'm drying! Oww, oww, the pain!" Jet pretended to faint, Kay's laugh music to his ears. She lay back on his lap.
They watche TV for the rest of the afternoon, making fun of the different soap opereas and kiddie cartoons. At about four, Kay switched of the TV, Jet lifted his hand from her hair, and she sat up. She streched, and Jet admired the way the muscles in her back and arms moved.
"We should get going. I have to get home."
"Yeah. Me too." Jet got to his feet and pulled Kay to hers.
Kay drove the boat back to the boathouse. Jet drove her to her house. She climbed off the back of the motercycle and pulled off her helmet. Jet pulled off his own helmet and fastened Kays to the back of his bike. She handed him the gloves and he shoved them in his pocket. But when she went to take off the jacket, Jet shook his head.
"No, you keep it." He shrugged. "It's to small for me. And it looked good on you." He added with a grin. Kay blushed but smiled back.
Jet suddenly got the urge to kiss her. Before he lost his nerve, he grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth. He pulled back and looked at her. His jade green eyes looked into her curleun blue. He saw surprise, confusion, and. . . happiness?!? Jet's own eyes probably reflected his own confusion, because Kay's face split into a grin and she hugged him. You could have knocked him over with a feather, he was so surprised. He automatically hugged her back.
Kay breathed in the smell of leather. Jet was hugging her tightly in return to her hug. He had an unusal, but adorable, way of huging. Most guys wrapped their arms around your waist. But Jet put his arms around her neck, and pulled her right up under his chin. Kay's arms were around his waist. She buried her fae in his chest. He was warm and smelled a little soupy and spicey.
Jet's breath was coming fast, his heart was pounding, and he felt like he was trying to stand on a merry-go-round that was spinning at 200 mph. Kay realeased him, kissed his cheek, then ran into her house. Jet touched his cheek, then pulled his helmet on and started his motercycle. He rode home feeling like he was a million miled off the gound. He pulled into the garage, parked and went inside. He greeted his parents, watched TV, ate dinner, called Luke and Jade, did his homework, took his shower, brushed his teeth, put on his pajama's, and went to bed. His feet never touched the ground.
Author: Alexz Recoro
Summary: Kay meets a guy who rocks her world, challenges her beliefs, and makes her think. As Kay and him become close, she finds herself getting over Miguel. But when they get closer still, how will Migel handle it? Will Kay finally get her happily ever after, or will Miguel interfere?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Passions characters, or any of the songs (chapter 2)
Authors Note: I know my story isn't running with the show, but I don't care. This my fanfic, I can do what I want. So there! Also, I know it's kinda long, but please just read it.
Kay watched from her bedroom window, tears streaming down her face as she watched Miguel and Charity cuddle on a bench in the yard below. It was Charity's birthday, and Miguel had given her what he called a 'promise necklace'. It was a thin gold chain with her birthstone. Next would be a promise ring, then an engagement ring, then a wedding ring.
Kay slapped her window, the sound echoing loudly in her and Jessica's room. It was the last day of school of their sophmore year. How could he do this? Miguel had only been dating Charity for a year and a half. Kay sighed, wiped away her tears and slid into bed. She lay there in the dark before falling into a restless sleep.
MANHATTAN
"We are WHAT?!" Jackson 'Jet' McJaron stared at his parents, disbielf written all over his handsome face.
"We're moving to Harmony." Evan looked at his son. "Your mom just interited money and a great house in Harmony. And I was accepted onto the Harmony police force as a dectitve. I'll have a bigger salary and a more flexible schedule."
Jet just stared at his parents.
"When do we leave?" He asked quietly.
"We don't move until November." Jeospine 'Jeoy' told her son. Jet ran a hand thrugh his black and green spiked hair.
"So I have the summer and the first month of school."
"Right. We wanted to move at the end of the summer, but I can't leave my job until August, my new one doesn't start until November, and that's when your fathers transfer goes through."
Jet sighed deeply. Then he slipped his sunglasses on over his huge, almond shaped, bright green eyes, shrugged on his black leather jacket and jammed his blue Yankees hat on his head.
"I'm going to hang with Luke and Jade." He called out. He left before either of his parent could answer.
FOUR MONTHS LATER...
Kay woke up early, and for once felt calm. Everyday in the summer and for the first month of school, she had woken up dreading each day. Dreading another day of Miguel shoving her at Reese, of seeing Miguel and Charity's sickingly sweet lovebird act, and of seeing the pity in Simone's eyes when she looked at her.
Kay dressed in a pair of black capri pants, purple sneakers, and a short-sheelve blue midriff blouse that perfectly matched her eyes, the cerleaun blue ones she had gotton from her father. Kay grabbed her silver Yankees hooded sweater, the extra-large one that drowned her. Then she went downstairs and poured herself a cup of coffee. After loading it with lots of milk and sugar, she made herself two peices of toast, and was just sitting down when her dad come in, dressed for work.
"Morning daddy." Kay said, standing up and giving him a hug before pouring him a cup of coffee and making him some toast.
"Good morning baby girl." Sam said in surprise. "Why are you up so early?" Kay shrugged.
"Just decided to start getting up earlier. Then I can have breakfast with you, and maybe get a ride to school?"
Kay grinned mischevouisly at her dad. Sam laughed and realized how long it had been since he'd seen her smile.
"Sure Kay." Sam said, taking a sip of his coffee. They talked and laughed quietly while eating breakfast. Then Sam dropped her off at school. Kay didn't even notice the black haired guy entering the principals office.
Jet followed his dad into the principals office to register. He saw a girl out of the corner of his eye, and turned to look. She was the first kid he'd seen so far. When he got his first sight of her, he had to stop and look again. She was beautiful. Tall, with long brown hair, ivory skin and bright blue eyes. Eyes that were filled with calm sadness, rejection, and lonliness. It was the calmness that confused him. Like she had already resigned herself to always being disapointed and shoved to the side.
Jet lost sight of her as she went around the corner. He sighed and turned back to follow his dad.
"So, Jackson..." the principal started.
"It's Jet." He interrupted.
"Okay, Jet, do you play any sports or instrument?"
"Any and all sports. Sax, guitar, bass, keyboard, regular piano, and drums. I also sing, write music, and listen to all kinds of music."
"Good, good." She muttered, pressing keys on the keyboard of her computer.
"You've already met with Mr. Winter and Mr. DeWhite?"
"Yeah." Jet nodded, the light reflecting off his mirred sunglasses.
"And Mr. Davis?"
"Yes."
The principal printed something and handed it to him.
"Here's your schedule. Welcome to Harmony High. Mrs. Gordan will give you your locker number."
Jet nodded, and he and his dad stood up. They got his locker combo and number, than Jet said goodbye to his dad and went to his locker.
Number 671. He found it and spun the already memorized combo. 5-19-32. Once opened, he hung his backpack up and pulled an envelope and tape out of his backpack. He began taping up pictures. One of him, Luke and Jade taken a few weeks before school got out. They were sitting at Luke's kitchen table, cramming for a final.
There was one of him and Luke, team captains, holding up the state trophy for football. Then them holding the state trophys for wrestling, hocky, basketball, baseball and swimming. A few had Jade in them too. His favorite was the one taken on homecoming. He and Luke were standing with their winning team, and had Lukes twin younger brothers on their shoulders.
Then he taped up Luke and Jade's school pictures and their group one. Luke was wearing his letterman jacket and leaning on his football helmet. Jade was wearing her own letterman coat and holding her bass. In their group, Jade was sitting on a short stool, while Luke and Jet stood back to back behind her, all of them wearing their letterman jackets.
Jet smiled as he taped up his last picture, then shut his locker and leaned agaisnt it to study his schedule. It looked pretty easy. Ten classes, split into two days, evens and odds. 1, 3, 5, 7 and 9 on odd days, 2, 4, 6, 8, and 10 on even days. He studied it closely.
1) Alegebra 3 ----- Mrs. Curry
2) Chemistry ----- Mrs. Janis
3) Advanced Drama ----- Mr. Brooks
4) Performance/Vocal Jazz Choir ----- Mr. Winter
5) Performance/Jazz Band ----- Mr. DeWhite
6) Stage Tech ----- Mr. Brooks
7) Teacher Aid-Gym ----- Mr. Davis
8) World History ----- Mrs. Blue
9) English ----- Ms. Evson
10) Astronomy ----- Ms. Rosa
The bell rang. Jet opened his locker and grabbed his binder. He stepped out of the small alcove where his locker was located and was swept away. He traveled with the flow for a bit, before accedently bumping into a pretty Hispanic girl with dark eyes and long dark hair. They both stumbled back. Jet regained his balence, but the girl fell down.
"I'm sorry." Jet apologized. He helped her up.
"That's all right." she said, brushing her long hair back from her face. Then she looked at him and similed. "Hey, are you new here?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Theresa Winthrop." She said, offering her hand.
"Jackson McJaron. Call me Jet." Jet said taking her hand.
"Any relation to Mr. Jackson McJaron?"
"Mr mom's uncle. We inheirted his money and house, so 'boom' here we are."
"Where you from?" Theresa asked as they began to walk down the hall.
Jet grinned and ran a hand through his gelled hair. "Manhatten," he said proudly, letting a trace of his accent slip through.
"Happy to be here.?"
"Not a snowball's chance in hell. I was dragged here kicking and screaming. You can the groves my fingetrs made in the road on the way down here." Jet cracked.
"What's your first class today?"
"What is today?"
"Odds." Theresa said with a smile.
Jet checked his schedule. "Alegebra 3 with Mrs. Curry."
"That's right here." She stopped in front of an open door.
"Thanks." Jet said. He went in and stepped up the the teachers desk.
"Mrs. Curry? I'm the new student."
"Name?" Mrs. Curry asked with a smile.
"Jackson McJaron. Everyone calls me Jet."
"Well Jet, do you understand the days and class timing?"
"Kinda." Jet said with a shrug.
"Every class is an hour and twenty minutes long. You go to your first two classes, then your third class for forty minutes. Then it's lunch for half an hour, then back for the last forty minutes, then your last two classes. Got it?"
"I will eventually." Jet said with a grin.
The bell rang and Jet realised that everyone was staring at the new guy. Mrs. Curry introduced him, he had to say somthing about himself, and then sit in a seat so everyone could ignore him. It was like that in Advanced Drama, and halfway through the first half of Performance/Jazz Band.
Kay walked into Performance/Jazz Band and handed Mr. DeWhite her excuse note. Then she noticed a new guy sitting in the sax section. He was about 5'10 and muscular. He had golden-brown skin, black hair with emerald green spikes, and huge, almond-shaped, bright jade green eyes. He had prominet cheekbones, a thin nose, and a small mouth. He looked serious as he studied his saxaphone, but when he looked up, his eyes twinkled with laughter.
He was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a baby blue and silver short sheelved tee shirt that seemed to cling to every single muscle in his chest, stomach and upper arms. Kay got her saxaphone and ran her fingers lovingly over the keys. She had spent a lot of time locked away in her room that summer with the saxaphone as her only friend, and had gotten good enough for Performance/Jazz Band.
Jet saw the girl he had seen that morning come into Performance/Jazz Band and had a note to Mr. DeWhite. She picked up a saxaphone and sat down at the other end of the section. Jet stared at her for a while, then turned his attetion back to his saxaphone, his baby. Not as much his baby as his gutair, or his bass, or his keybourd, or his piano, or his drums, or his motercycle, or his car, but his baby still.
He flipped through his sheet music. He had copies for gutair, bass, keybourd, paino and drums, as well as saxaphone. not a lot of hard stuff, just fast and loud. He ran his fingers lightly over the keys, savoring the feel of the cool metal under his fingers. He knew where every tiny ding and scratch was in the golden finsh on the old, but loved instrument.
All to soon, it was time for lunch. Jet grabbed a tray, and searched the crowded lunchroom for a place to sit. Then he heard his name being called. He looked up and saw Theresa waving to him from a table. 'She must be very popular.' Jet thought. She was with a huge group. He walked up the table and sat down.
"Hey Jet." Theresa said with a smile.
"Hey." He replied, looking around. There was a tall boy who looked like Theresa, a girl with pale blue eyes and long blonde hair, two cute black girls, one with long curyl hair, one with short straight hair. They were talking to a tall black boy, and a cute girl with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. Something about her reminded Jet of the girl in Jazz band, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Theresa pointed to the boy. "This is my brother, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald, his girlfriend Charity Standish, my best friend Whitney Russel, her sister Simone, that's Whitney's boyfriend Chad Harris, and last but not least, Jessica Bennet." Jet nodded to all of them.
"Hey. I'm Jackson McJaron. My friends call me Jet."
"Tell us about yourself Jet." Whitney said.
"Well, I'm 16, and I moved here from Manhatten. My eyes are really this color, and so are my spikes, thanks to my clumsy cousin's chemistry set and my four year old curisoty. Mr. Jackson McJaron was my mom's uncle. She inheirted his mony and house, so, here I am."
"Hobbeys?" Chad asked, keeping Q and A going.
"I play any and all sports. But my favorites are football, wrestling, basketball, hockey, soccor, baseball, softball and swimming. I also play the sax, gutair, bass, keybourd, paino and drums. I sing, write music, and listen to all kinds. I own a very sweet Ninja, and a Chevy Impala that I bought myself.
"How'd you get that kind of money?"
"Did some DJing in Manhatten. You'd be surprised how much rich kids, preppy schools, junior highs and high schools will pay for a really good DJ."
"I'm in music and some DJing myself." Chad said.
"Cool." Jet said with a grin.
"Hey guys." A new voice said. Jet looked up and his heart skipped a beat. It was the girl! Behind her was a boy with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes with wire rimmed glasses.
"Hello." Jet said jumping to his feet. "I'm Jackson McJaron. Everyone calls me Jet." The girl hesitated for a moment, than gave him a sad smile.
"Kay. Kay Bennet." She said. She studied him. "This is Reese Durke. Don't you play sax in Performance/Jazz Band?" Jet nodded and flashed a 100 watt smile.
"Hey Kay. How was band?" Migule asked, grinning at her. From the way her returned smile lit up her face, Jet could tell she had it bad for Miguel. Just then a young man, about 21 or 22 walked up. He was tall, with sandy brown hair and laughing blue eyes.
"Hey you guys." He said, his face lighting up when he saw Theresa.
Theresa looked up at the sound of his voice. She squealed in happiness and jumped up from the table.
"Ethan!" She yelled, throwing her arms around him. He spun her around, then set her down and gave her a quick kiss.
"How's my wife today?" He asked. Jet slipped his mirrored sunglasses on to hide his surprise. Wife? Theresa was married? She was what? A senior? Maybe 18? Ethan looked 21 at least. Through it would explain why Miguel's and hers last names were different.
"What are you doing here?" Theresa asked her husband. Ethan grinned.
"Come to pick you up."
"How did you know today was my half-day?"
"Your my wife." Ethan said with a grin. "It's my job to know." Theresa grabbed her bag and took off with Etah. Kay turned back to Miguel, obviously wanting to continue their conversation. But he had turned to Charity. They were so into each other that Jet was afraid he was going to lose his appatite and his lunch. He noticed Reese sitting by Jessica and thought Kay looked releaved.
Kay shot another glare at the couple and slid a pair of headphones. She started to listen to music so loud that Jet reconized Linkin Park, Hybrid Theory. Jet raised an eyebrow. That music was so loud, he thought her eardrums were going to burst. He finished his lunch in a thoughtful silence, watching Kay through the dark lenes of his sunglasses.
Kay let her music blare, not really listening. She was more interested in looking at the new guy. He looked so cool and collected. He had a relaxed air about him, just sitting comfortably in his seat, with his leather jacket and sunglasses. She wished he'd take them off so she could see his jade green eyes. His eyes had really grabbed Kays attetion. They were dark and mysterious, drawing her in. Kay started. What was she doing? Was she devoleping a crush on the new kid?
Well, so what? Miguel was so infatuatied with Chairty that he didn't even bother to pretend to be interested in her. At least Jet looked at her and looked interested when she talked to him. And his eyes. . . They were so big, and so full of emotion. They made Kay feel like he was looking right down into her soul.
Kay jumped when a hand touched her shoulder. She whipped her headphones off and whirled around, eyes blazing, ready to bite off the head of who ever had dared disturb her. It was Jet, standing there cooly, his leather jacket outlining his muscular arms, his sun glasses hiding his eyes, and his hair spiked. He took his sunglasses and slid them into an inside pocket of his jacket. His green eyes met her blue and he gave her a sideways grin.
"You comin' cutie? Or you going to sit there and stare off into space while you lose your hearing?"
Kay smiled and they walked to Jazz Band, Jet's head spinning. He he just called her cutie? He spent the rest of Jazz Band playing absent-mindedly and daydreaming. After class, he ran to catch up to Kay.
"Kay?"
She turned to look at him.
"I'm a TA for Coach Davis. Do you know where that is?"
"Yeah. I have that class next. Come on." Kay said. As they passed the doors, Jet saw her look longingly at the perfect day outside.
"Wanna cut?" He asked her, his eyes lighting up and a mischvious crooked smile creeping across his face.
"You read my mind." Kay said with a grin, enjoying the way Jet's eyes lite up. Moving as one, they were out the front doors and into the parking lot. Jet lead Kay to his Impala, and opened the passenger door for her. Kay slid in and Jet slid into the drivers seat. Theypulled out of the parking lot and drove off.
"So. What do you want to do?" Jet asked. Kay shrugged. Jet looked sideways at her and grinned. "You ever been for a ride on a Ninja?" She shook her head, then grinned at him.
"If you get us to the beach, I know somewhere we can crash."
"Cool." Jet replied, sliding his sunglasses back on and driving home. Jet pulled into his driveway, happy his parents worked during the day.
He hopped out and opened Kay's door. She gave him a tiny smile and let him take her hand and help her out. He lead her to the huge mansion. They walked up the creaking front steps, Jet opened the door with his key, and lead Kay up the huge winding staircase. Then up another one, notas huge, but just as impressive. Then to the end of the hall, and up another staircase behilnd a door.
When they got to the top, Kay gasped. This room was huge! It spanned what seemed like the whole house. It had ten foot tall ceilings. The walls were sky blue, darkening to black near the top. The ceiling was pitch black, with stars, constilations, planets, and galaxys painted on it. It was split in two by the staircase.
To the right was a pair of bunkbeds. The top was a queen sized, with a dark purple comforter. The bottom was a king was a silver comforter. Agaisnt the wall was a 30 inch TV with a VCR and DVD. Bookcases went floor to ceiling on either side of the bunkbeds, over flowing with books. A six disk CD player sat on it's own stand, with the 450 CD holder next to it was overflowing with CD cases. There was a keybouard on a stand. A huge amp sat next to it, with a gutair and a bass leaning against the wall.
On the other side was a huge office desk with a computer on it, humming softly, it's creen black. There were papers, notebooks and books spread all over it and all over the huge rolltop desk next to it. There was a 15 inch TV in the corner with an Playstation, a Playstation 2, a Nintendo 64, a Gamecube, and a X-box all laying next to it. Jet walked to the huge closet and opened the door. He tossed Kay a red helmet, and tucked a silver one under his arm. Kay kept looking around while Jet dug through his closet looking for his riding gloves, and a spare pair and jacket for Kay.
He had movie posters everywhere. He had X-Men, Matrix, Mask of Zorro, The Mummy, The Mummy Returns, Romeo Must Die, The One, The Fast and the Furious, Final Fantasy: The Sprits Withing, A.I, Harry Potter and the Socerours Stone, and Jurassic Park 3. He also had posters for Blink 182, Creed, Likin Park, Nickel Back and Alien Ant Farm.
She was torn away from her sightseeing by Jet's voice.
"Cutie? You ready?"
Kay smiled at his nickname for her, and nodded. Jet lead her back to the main floor, and then to an underground garage.
"Wait her for a sec." He said, disappearing back upstairs. A few minutes later, the huge door opened, and Jet drove his Impala in. He parked an pressed the button to close the door. He climbed out and grinned, his sunglasses reflecting the lights.
"There. That'll keep my parents in the dark if they get home before me."
"Don't they park in the garage?"
"Not this one. This is mine. They use the garage in the back of the house."
"Spoiled."
"Nope. Just very, very loved." Jet said with his crooked grin. Kay rolled her eyes, but grinned back. Jet tossed her an extra jacket and a pair of glooves. The jacket was a leather one and little smaller then Jets, yet it drowned her. If this one was too small for Jet, she didn't want to see his jacket.
She pulled on the gloves as she followed Jet to his bike. Jet pulled off his sunglasses, and pulled off his sunglasses, and pulled on his helmet. Kay admired his bike before pulling hers on. It was a sleek black Ninja with a jade green trim. Jet climbed on his bike and looked over his shoulder at her. The front of his helmet was tinted as dark as his sunglasses. Kay smiled and climbed on behind him. Hesitently, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Jet started the Ninja and pressed the button on the dooropener. He pulled out, making sure to close the door behind him.
Once they pulled out of his driveway, he revved his engine, then gunned it. He heard Kay gasp and tighten her grip on his waist. Jet grinned and popped a wheelie. Kay gave a little shriek and clutched him tighter. Jet shook his head and headed toward the beach.
They pulled up to an old boathouse. Kay pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She went in and Jet followed. Kay fliped on the lights and opened the doors leading to the water.
"Hey, pull that tarp off for me?" Kay asked him. Jet nodded and grabbed the corner of a tarp. He pulled it off, revealing a fiberglass moterboat, sky blue with a purple trim.
"Nice boat."
"Thanks. It was a present from my Uncle Hank, my big brother Nathen, and my half-brother Ethan."
"Ethan? As in Ethan Winthrop?"
"Yeah. He's my half brother."
Jet studied Kay for a minute. Then his eyebrows shot up. Kay wished she could see his eyes, but he had his sunglasses back on.
"What?"
"Nathan. Nathan Bennet is you brother."
Kay brightened. "You know Nathan?" Jet nodded.
"Yeah. He's a cool guy. I should have relized you two were related. You look a lot like him."
"Do you really think so?" Kay asked, blushing.
"Yeah. I do." Jet insisted.
Suddenly he laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I've seen your baby pictures."
Kay blushed again and shook her head. "Nathan still has those out?"
"Sure. He adores you. And judging from the way your face lights up when you talk about him, the feelings mutual."
"It is. I love Nathan to death. When we were younger, we were way close. Most older siblings hate having the younger ones tagging along, and vice-veris when the younger ones get older."
Jet nodded. He had four older brothers himself, in four diffent collages in four different parts of the country. Kay continued.
"It wasn't like that with Nathan and me. Or sure, it was like that with me and Jessica, and even Nathan and Jessica. But Nathan and I were inseperable. Even when Miguel and I became best friends, Nathan always came first. And I always came first for him. I think the rest of our family and our friends got a little angry sometimes, but our dad always understood. When he left for school, if telf like my heart broke in two, and I thought I would never stop crying. Know what I mean?"
Jet nodded. "I know. I have that kind of relationship with my oldest brother, Logan."
Kay grinned at him. "Your the only person I know, who knows how if feels to be that close to someone." Then she cleared her throat and jumped in the boat. "Coming?"
"Yep." Jet jumped lightly into the boat. Kay started the moter on low and went out the door. Then she used the outside controls to turn off the lights and close the door. Then she gunned it and they went just past a rocky cliff before landing back on the beach.
"We're here." Kay announced. Jet hopped out and helped hersecure the boat. Then he looked up and his eyes widened behind his sunglasses. There was this huge five storie house.
"Whoa. What is that?" He asked. Kay stepped up next to him, tucking her hair behind one ear.
"That's my house."
Jet cocked an eyebrow in her direction.
"You live there?"
"No, not yet. My great-grandmother died with I was five and left this house to her oldest great-grandaughter. Me."
"Cool."
Kay lead him up the steps and unlocked the door. She hit the lights, and Jet took off his sunglasses. He looked around. This was a nice house, and it was obvious that Kay spent a lot of time here. It had a lived in, comfortable feel.
"Make yourself at home." Kay told him, leading them into the living room.
"Can we order Chinese food?" Jet asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on the couch.
"Not exactly."
"Good."
Kay raised her perfect eyebrow at him. Jet grinned at her devilishly.
"I hate Chinese food."
Kay giggled, then laughed. When Jet joined in, she lost it. She doubled over, then fell backwards onto the couch, her head landing on Jet's leg. Jet grinned down at her, happily noticing the way her eyes lit up with laughter. Kay got her breath back and realized where her head was.
"Oops. Sorry." Kay mumbled, going to sit up. But Jet touch her shoulder, stopping her.
"You don't have to move. Your fine." He grinned, his eyes lighting up and making Kay's heart speed up. "Besides, whats the use of these great leg muscles if I don't have someone laying on them?"
"Dream on." Kay snorted, smacking his chest litly.
"Ohh, ohh, oww! Ohh, I'm drying! Oww, oww, the pain!" Jet pretended to faint, Kay's laugh music to his ears. She lay back on his lap.
They watche TV for the rest of the afternoon, making fun of the different soap opereas and kiddie cartoons. At about four, Kay switched of the TV, Jet lifted his hand from her hair, and she sat up. She streched, and Jet admired the way the muscles in her back and arms moved.
"We should get going. I have to get home."
"Yeah. Me too." Jet got to his feet and pulled Kay to hers.
Kay drove the boat back to the boathouse. Jet drove her to her house. She climbed off the back of the motercycle and pulled off her helmet. Jet pulled off his own helmet and fastened Kays to the back of his bike. She handed him the gloves and he shoved them in his pocket. But when she went to take off the jacket, Jet shook his head.
"No, you keep it." He shrugged. "It's to small for me. And it looked good on you." He added with a grin. Kay blushed but smiled back.
Jet suddenly got the urge to kiss her. Before he lost his nerve, he grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth. He pulled back and looked at her. His jade green eyes looked into her curleun blue. He saw surprise, confusion, and. . . happiness?!? Jet's own eyes probably reflected his own confusion, because Kay's face split into a grin and she hugged him. You could have knocked him over with a feather, he was so surprised. He automatically hugged her back.
Kay breathed in the smell of leather. Jet was hugging her tightly in return to her hug. He had an unusal, but adorable, way of huging. Most guys wrapped their arms around your waist. But Jet put his arms around her neck, and pulled her right up under his chin. Kay's arms were around his waist. She buried her fae in his chest. He was warm and smelled a little soupy and spicey.
Jet's breath was coming fast, his heart was pounding, and he felt like he was trying to stand on a merry-go-round that was spinning at 200 mph. Kay realeased him, kissed his cheek, then ran into her house. Jet touched his cheek, then pulled his helmet on and started his motercycle. He rode home feeling like he was a million miled off the gound. He pulled into the garage, parked and went inside. He greeted his parents, watched TV, ate dinner, called Luke and Jade, did his homework, took his shower, brushed his teeth, put on his pajama's, and went to bed. His feet never touched the ground.