A/N: Yo, yo, yo everyone! I'm back! With another Kick story! Before I let you read it, a little bit of publicity hehe. I wrote a Rayella one shot, and I'd love for you to check it out and tell me what you think! It's rated M, so, you know ;) And now, I'll leave with with my newest story, Stick to the status quo :D Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' it or any other registered brands that may appear in this chapter.

Chapter 1

Taking risks

KIM

"We need to go shopping, like ASAP." Mae stated.

Kim, who was laying on her back, propped herself up by the elbows and rose an eyebrow at her best friend. "Again? Didn't we go like, a week ago?"

"Yeah, but I have nothing to wear to tomorrow's party." Mae pouted, and Kim rolled her eyes before letting herself fall on the bed again.

"That's not true, and you know it, Mae." Julie scolded her. "You have plenty of dresses, you just like to go shopping."

Mae grinned at the two girls, showing off her perfect row of white teeth. "And since you two are my BFF's, you are coming with me."

Kim groaned and Julie sighed. "Fine, we will. But you better not be a pain in the ass." Julie warned.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, don't play dumb now." Kim started. "You get extremely annoying when you don't find a dress you like. So, I'm warning you sister, I'll kick your ass if you make a scene."

Mae put her arms up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I promise to behave." She looked back at her walk-in closet. "But I'm also gonna need a new pair of shoes."

Kim could only laugh at her best friend. She, Mae and Julie had been together for as long as she can remember, their parents being old friends. They were currently in Mae's room, since she had stated it was an emergency and that they needed to be there instantly. Of course said emergency was nothing but that, only Mae complaining about her clothes.

"Why are we having a party anyways?" Asked Julie.

"For the seventh time Julie, our parents are throwing a party together to celebrate all these years of friendship." Said Mae.

"Yeah, that's what they say. But in reality, it's all our mother's idea. They want us to meet boys our age that are in our social class." Kim said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, do you blame them? Would you like one of those losers in our party?" Mae reprimanded her.

"What? No, of course not! I'm complaining about them wanting us to find boyfriends now. Why don't they give us our time?"

"Your time for what?" Said a deeper voice. They turned to see Milton, Mae's twin brother, peeking his head through the door.

"For finding love." Replied Julie.

"Oh really? I didn't picture you for someone looking for love." Milton inquired.

Julie blushed and looked down. "Yeah, well. Just waiting for it, I guess."

Kim looked between the two and then glanced at Mae, only to find her staring right back at her, both of them thinking the same. 'Operation Jilton is now on.'

Come to think about it, they did look cute together. Milton, with his ginger hair and blue eyes, and his tall frame, would look perfect paired up with Julie and her strawberry blonde hair, brown eyes and petite body. Plus, both of them were brainiacs, and in the same social class, so they were a perfect match.

"Well, I don't mind taking a glance or two at cute boys." Said Mae. You could easily tell she and Milton were twins, due to the same ginger hair they had, though Mae's eyes were green. Her hair reached her mid-back, waving slightly at the ends. She was about 5'4", the same as Kim and Julie. The three of them were pretty alike, all having nice bodies due to a healthy diet and all the exercise they practised. All in all, they were three beauties.

"Of course you don't." Laughed Julie. "As long as they're cute, you always have a nice time. It doesn't even matter they're not rich."

"Well, looks and money have nothing to do with each other. But I prefer cute AND rich boys." Mae stated.

"That is so superficial." Kim said. "You should be ashamed of yourself for being that judgemental." She received funny looks from everyone in the room, as if she had gone crazy at that very moment. Suddenly, she burst out laughing, almost falling from the bed, which clearly didn't make the looks go away. "Guys, I'm kidding! Like I'd be caught dead before dating one of those losers!" They all joined in in her laughter.

You see, these four teenagers weren't regular teenagers. They were the heirs to one of the largest fortunes of the century. The Crawfords, along with the Krupniks and the Marins owned one of the most important multinationals nowadays, and some not so big firms all over the world.

And so, they were rich. No, scratch that, they were freaking wealthy. And pretty spoiled at that. At the age of seventeen, all four of them had been to Europe more times that they can remember, mostly to go shopping thanks to Mae's little obsession. They each lived in a villa, with pools – inside and outside the house -, theatre rooms, gyms and a lot more rooms they had probably used just once in their whole life.

Everyone knew them. Kim Crawford, Milton and Mae Krupnik, and Julie Marin were those teenagers every other teenager wished to be. No party would be held without them being invited, and no trend would be declared as that unless they approved of it. Sure, they weren't the only rich ones around. Hell, most of their acquaintances were rich. But it wasn't just the money. No, it was also the attitude.

They had been together since they were born. They knew each other perfectly. So perfectly it was scary at some points. And not once had they had a fight. Sure, they had argued some times, but nothing that lasted longer than a day. If you messed with one of them, you messed with all of them. But of course, no one had the nerve to mess with none of them. Everyone knew their boundaries.

Well, not everyone. There were the losers. Those who lived in the neighbourhood right beside theirs. They weren't rich. Actually, they were far from that. They were regular people, with regular jobs, such as waitress or mechanics. The people their age needed part time jobs to afford the most stupid, cheap, and unuseful things they had ever seen. Like, hello? Why on Earth would you need a pressure cooker? Aren't there already chefs for that?

The worst thing about the losers though, wasn't their lack of class or money. It was their behaviour. They liked to, as they call it, 'have fun'. Said fun is only achieved by disturbing the rich class. They vandalized the rich's house, or crashed their parties, wearing jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers. It was awful.

So, they hated each other. They were complete opposites. The sun and the moon. The day and the night. Classical music and rock music. Ice skating and football. Vinegar and baking soda. Not a good mix.

"Hey guys, where is the party hosted this time?" Asked Mae.

"I think it's at Kim's." Replied Milton.

"Yep." She said. "It starts at half past five sharp. So, I expect you all to be there at ten to six."

"We just have to be fashionably late." Said Julie in a fake British accent, making them all laugh.

Kim took in the sight in front of her. She had her friends, who were actually family at this point. She also had everything she wanted, loving parents, a future all planed out and a great reputation. She was sure her life was perfect. And there was absolutely nothing that could change her mind.

Or there was?

JACK

He was bored. Extremely bored. Dangerously bored. He had been laying on his back and throwing a ball in the air for the past half hour. And trust him, it's not that fun.

Of course this wasn't his idea of spending one of his summer's afternoon. He wanted to go out and have fun, meet girls, dance, fool around with his friends, what every other teenager would want.

And he was supposed to be doing some of that right now, but his excuse of a best friend was late, yet again. Though this was going to be the last time, as he wouldn't stay alive for much longer.

"I'm soooooo sorry!" Jerry said while rushing in. Jack sent him a death glare and the latino gulped. "I know I promised you I wouldn't be late, but I swear, this time it wasn't my fault. My family came to visit again, and my nana wouldn't let me go until I had told her everything that has happened to me lately in Spanish."

Jack flinched at the thought. He had only met the Martinez old woman once, but that was enough for him to not want to go near her again. Don't get him wrong, she was sweet and caring, but mostly nosy, demanding and latina. If you didn't talk to her in Spanish, you'd get slapped. It wasn't a nice Saturday.

"Okay, I'll let you off the hook this time. Now c'mon, they're gonna kill us both."

Both teenagers left the house, grabbed their skateboards and rolled down the street, directed to their usual hang out, or as they liked to call it, 'The hide-out'. It was an abandoned house on the outskirts of the neighbourhood. On the outside, it looked rusty, old and overall in ruins. But once you stepped in, you realized it wasn't like that at all.

It had furniture, and in a really good state at that. A couple of couches, chairs, tables, the usual. On the first floor were the living room, the dining room and the kitchen, while on the second floor were the bedrooms and bathrooms.

They spent most of the time in there. It was their safe place, and no one would ever dare to come in. That was because there was a legend going around, claiming the house was haunted, saying that the owners of the house just simply disappeared one day, leaving everything behind, and no one knew where they had gone or how they had left without anyone seeing them. But he didn't believe any of it. The owners must had left in the middle of the night or something.

They arrived to the house, and entered the door still on their skateboards.

"Yo, yo yo! Jerry's in da house!"

Jack laughed at his best friend, but it died down when he saw a petite brunette come out of the kitchen, arms crossed, lips in a thin line and a frown on her face. 'Shit, she's mad.'

"Yeah, Jerry's in da house. FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATE!" Grace yelled at them.

"Grace, we can explain-" Jack started, only to be cut off by the brunette.

"Really? Well then, go on."

"Listen mamacita, I was just-"

"Don't. Call. Me. Mamacita." She said menacingly, making the latino gulp loudly.

"C'mon Grace, calm down." Said Eddie, stepping out of the kitchen.

The petite girl took a deep breath and looked at the African-American boy. "Okay."

You see, Grace was petite yeah, and really beautiful with her long, wavy, brown hair, her almond shaped brown eyes and her full, pink lips. She also had a nice body. But, even with all that, she was just plain old scary when she got mad. And Eddie seemed to be the only one able to calm her down nowadays. Why?, you may ask. Well, she was crushing on him. She wasn't the only one, a bunch of girls in their high school did, ever since he hit his growth sprout. He had gotten taller, reaching Jack and Jerry's height, about 6'1". He had also built some muscle and entered the school's basketball team.

If you asked him, they looked cute together. The only problem was that Eddie was completely oblivious to the fact that Grace was crushing on him. Yep, that's Eddie for you. Right now, he was pretty obsessed with the 'bitchllionaires', always going on about how they were the hottest thing alive.

Jack didn't share that opinion though. Sure, they were hot and all that, but they were a waste of time. All that people were spoiled brats who treated the others like crap, and he did not like them at all. They didn't know what real friendship was, they only cared about their own interests.

Not like him at all. He knew real friendship. He had been with these three his whole life. Jerry and Eddie were brothers to him, and had always been there in the good and in the bad ones. And Grace, she was his little sister. He was the one to bring her in the gang. They were so alike you could believe they were actually related.

"Anyways, what's in the schedule today?" He asked, entering the living room and plopping himself down on one of the couches.

"I have absolutely no idea." Grace said, leaning against the door frame.

"Well, I do..." Jerry trailed off. That got everyone's attention. Jerry wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box, so the fact that he had a plan was just odd.

"Okay, I'm scared of what may come out of this, but go on Jerry. What do you have in mind?" Eddie asked.

"Well, you guys now how the bitchllionaires are hosting a party tomorrow right?" After everyone nodded, he continued. "And you know how we have always wanted to see what was going on in those parties?"

"Jerry, where are you trying to get?" Asked Jack.

"We have never been able to sneak in because of our appearance and the fact that there were guest lists. But I found out this time there's no guest list."

"So...?" Grace inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"So, all we have to do is get nice clothes and we can get into that party!" Jerry said excited.

"I don't know Jerry." Said Grace.

"C'mon Grace! It'll be fun! We'll get to see those brats in person and laugh at them, and they'll never know it!"

"Well, I'm in!" Said Eddie. "I mean, hot chicks in short dresses and a high class buffet, who in his sane mind would deny that?" He stated, highfiving Jerry. He then looked at Grace and said. "C'mon, you'll get to trash talk the girls and create chaos. I know you like to do that."

Grace smiled at him and rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, okay, I'm in."

Jerry whooed, and then everyone turned to look at him. "Jack?"

This was a bad idea. They'll probably get caught, and knowing those brats, they'd call the police. Yeah sure, he'd love to go into that party and pretend to be one of them, mocking them. But, was that worth the risk? A smirk made his way into his face.

"I guess we're crashing this party."

A/N: Sooo, did you like that? I know it's short, but it's just the presentation. The chapters'll get longer as the drama comes along. What about Grace and Eddie huh? I thought that this time, Eddie would be the unreachable one, since I'm really gonna miss him in the show :(

Anyways, review and tell me what you think! And pretty please, check out my one shot :D

See you soon! xoxo

Joker