Kim's POV:
I walked into the dojo, praying jack wouldn't notice me. "Hey Kim!" he said. My mind yelled at me to act like I didn't hear him, but my stupid feet turned me around to face him. Why does he have to be so adorable?
I waved and gave him a weak smile. It caused me too much pain to even do that. I flinched, hoping Jack didn't notice. But of course, he did. Damn hero complex.
"What's wrong Kim? What happened? Is anything broken? Do you need a doctor? Are you okay?" He fired a string of questions all at once.
I pressed my lips together and forced myself to nod. "Kim come over here?" it came out as more of a question. I shook my head hard, grimacing in pain and limped/ran to the benches.
"Come here." he demanded. I shook my head again. No one can help me now. Not even jack.
He walked over to me and picked me up by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder and walked around to the lockers. He set me down gently on a bench.
"Kim…" "Just leave me alone." I whispered. "Is your lip bleeding?" he questioned me. Warm, salty tears slid down my face.
"What happened?"
"I can't tell you." I whimpered softly, and ran off to the last place I wanted to be.
Jack's POV:
I looked down. "Is your lip bleeding?" I questioned. I watched as blood trickled down her chin."What happened?" I asked, my eyes full of concern. It hurt me to see her like this. Something was wrong. "I can't tell you." she whimpered.
And with that, she ran out of the dojo. I needed to follow her. I just hope she is okay.