Hello fellow fanfiction readers and writers! Okay, I recently became obsessed with Kickin' It for three reasons, I'm also a martial artists, it's extremely funny, and Leo Howard is insanely cute. Haha. So I decided that there wasn't nearly enough fanfictions for the show, so I'm making my contribution. Now, I usually do fanfictions for books because I have better understanding of characters in books, so this is my first time doing a fanfic on a show on TV.

SUMMERY: What if Jack was the best students for the Black Dragons, but also distant from everyone, what if Kim was the smart new girl in the school who joined the Wassabi Warriors, stirring up trouble with the Black Dragons? Well, let's just say Bring It On!

DISCLAIMER: I don't know who owns Kickin' It, probably Disney XD, but I don't, I would on that show kicking butts with the characters if I did.

KPOV

I have never enjoyed moving from place to place all the time. What 16 year old girl would? Moving place to place without even staying somewhere for a year was not my idea of fun. Mom's job includes traveling and after my dad passes away 6 years ago, nothing held my mother back from picking up and traveling. Not even me. Oh wait, don't forget that this morning before she sent me off to Sea Ford High that "This is going to be permanent until you graduate high school honey, don't get in any fights."

Okay, well, I have only gotten into a couple for good reasons! Like somebody tried to mug me in the streets of Chicago once, so of course he had to go, and then in my prestigious school in Texas some guy tried to make a move on me, he went down, but apparently his friends weren't too happy about that, so they went down as well, I guess the school wasn't too happy about that.

Don't get me wrong, I'm very smart, not to brag or anything, but it just comes naturally. The awesome fighting skills come from several years of Karate lessons when I was younger and a few personal ones with my dad, and I have just kept up with it, even by myself, for the last 6 years, I have to say that I'm close to a third degree black belt by now.

But no amount of training can ever prepare someone for their first day at a strange new school except for experience. Presently, I was blending in with the thin morning crowd to get to the office. School started in 30 minutes, so it was no odd occurrence that the school was a bit emptier than it usually is.

I walked down the straight hallway from the entrance doors and turned to my right into a small office.

There was a door to the right leading to the attendance office, and then a thin hall leading to counselors' offices and the nurses' office.

There was a middle aged lady sitting behind a large desk with her head down as she shifted through papers. She had graying red hair that already had a few strands coming out from the bun on top of her head.

I cleared my throat to get her attention and she snapped her head up to me in surprise, "Oh, I'm sorry dear, I'll be right with you."

I returned her polite smile and studied the pictures on the walls as she finished her filing.

"Okay," Ms. Cork, according to her name tag, started, "What can I for you dear?"

I smiled, "Um, I'm new…" I trailed off, praying that she'd get the picture.

Thankfully, she did, "Okay, name?"

"Kimberly Crawford," I wrinkled my nose slightly at the sound of my full name.

Ms. Cork shifted through a few papers and let out a sound of victory when she found what she needed, "Okay, Kimberly," I winced, "I've got your schedule right here along with a map of the school, now I'm sorry, but I didn't manage to find you a student guide."

I shrugged, I preferred working alone anyways, "That's fine, thank you."

"Of course, you have a good first day," I once again returned her smile before turning and pushing through the glass doors to the steadily thickening crowd.

I had made it through my morning classes with just a few spared glances from my classmates, luckily new kids weren't as uncommon here as other schools I've been to. I walked into the cafeteria with a grumbling stomach and immediately grabbed a red tray and lined up at the counter for my…food…?

There were only a few kids in line, maybe I needed to start packing a lunch too. I wrinkled my nose as a large, dark woman lazily slopped some…thing on my plate and I grimaced at the sickly gray color. I gave the lady a weak smile before turning to the fruit counter and grabbing the only edible thing here, an apple.

I cautiously looked around he room for somewhere to sit, I hate this part of the day. Luckily, I was spared any embarrassment when a short, round, dark kid motioned me to come over to his table.

I recognized him from my English class. He was sitting with a Hispanic kid that was leaning back in his seat that recognized from Spanish class and a wiry red haired kid that I recognized from my science class.

I sat down with them and the Hispanic immediately straitened in his chair, "Well, hello there, I'm Jerry, and you are?"

I stared him down with my menacing gaze and he flinched a bit, much to my chagrin. The red haired kid stepped in, "Jerry, don't scare her off, I'm Milton."

The kid turned to me for the last part and held out his hand, he seemed nice, but I couldn't help but laugh, "Are people still doing that?" I questioned, pointing at his hand.

He blushed and wiped the hand "casually" on his sweater as he looked down. I giggled and lightly punched his shoulder, "I'm messing with you, I'm Kim."

The boy who first signaled me over then spoke up, "Hellooo! Still right here! I'm Eddie."

Well wasn't this an interesting group, I smiled at him and he gave me a cheeky grin back, "So how do you all know eachother?" I asked as I picked at the mush on my plate.

Milton answered, "We do Karate after school together."

This spiked my interest and I started to respond before a shadow was cast over me and I looked up at four guys dressed in red and black jackets leering at the table as my new friends cowered, "Can I help you?" I questioned sarcastically.

The guy in the front of the group with bushy hair smirked an ugly smirk, "Why are you sitting with these worms?"

I looked at him blankly and blinked, "What are you, cheerleaders?"

Bushy kid scowled, "No, I'm Frank."

I laughed his attempt to smooth things over after insulting my new friends, "Well, then, if you're done talking, you can just leave." I stood up to face his height with my petite frame, I recognized the Black Dragon dojo logo on their jackets, I knew that dojo from competitions on TV, apparently their best student was only 17 and was better than even the Sensei of the dojo.

My friends gasped at my nerve, I knew Frank was good, but he wasn't that good.

"Unlike other males, I'm not afraid to hit a girl," Frank sneered, threateningly.

I shook my head with a smirk, "I didn't expect anything else."

With that, Frank started to throw a punch at me, until a tan arm with visible tendons from slight strain reached in front of me to stop the punch.

"Let it go, Frank," a smooth voice spoke and my glare followed from the hand to the boys face to find out who stopped me from showing this kid not to mess with me.

My glare faltered slightly as I saw it was none other than Jack Brewer. I had seen this kid on TV a lot. He was undefeated and only 17 with a 5th degree black belt.

He was wearing a gray, cotton shirt underneath a green and blue plaid button up only buttoned halfway with the sleeves casually rolled up his arms and dark wash jeans. His brown hair was hanging a bit past his ears without hardly any hair in his face. He had brown eyes and two moles, one on his cheek, and one on his neck. He was, for lack of a better word, hot.

My examination only lasted a couple of seconds, so thankfully nobody noticed me ogling him, not that I would ever admit that out loud.

Frank's face adopted slight fear as he retracted his arm and mumbled a quiet apology.

Jack nodded and the other guys walked away. He had the same jacket as them hanging over his arm, but he seemed to distance himself from him, it was strange to say the least.

I burst out then, "You didn't need to do that. I had it under control, it's not-" I stopped short as Jack turned to me with an intense and dangerous look in his eye, "Whoever you are, you don't want to mess with any of them."

Yeah, I'm stubborn, so of course I fought back, "And why wouldn't I want to?" I snapped.

Jack didn't break his gaze, "You must be new, you don't know what you're dealing with, nobody messes with them."

"Well maybe somebody should! They don't know what they're dealing with, they cant just go pounding anyone who insults them." I burst.

Jack chuckled quietly, "A blonde like you doesn't know anything about Martial Arts." He started to walk away,

I was furious, "You don't know what you're talking about! Got a board or two on you?"

The lunch room was silently watching our exchange now. When I voice broke in, "I do!" It was Marge, the lunchlady.

People looked at her funny, "What? I gotta practice my Karate some where!" she rebuked defensively.

She came from around the counter and handed two boards to Jack who smirked and shook his head, "You're just going to embarrass yourself."

"Thank you for your consideration," I said, sarcastically, "Just hold the board."

He shook his head held it like someone would for a front kick. I sighed and rested from my stance, "Any one can break those with a front kick, do spinning hook kick."

He chuckled but obeyed with another shake of his head. I ignored it and quickly performed a perfect spinning hook kick, sending the broken pieces of the boards flying out of Jack's hands.

They Frank and another Black Dragon and the room was silent, digesting what had happened. I smirked at Jack's shocked face. Just then the bell rang and I gathered my stuff and walked out of the silent cafeteria like nothing had happened.

Hey! Okay, I'm just going to update this story whenever I want to, so it could be five minutes later or five days later, I don't require reviews, although they really do motivate me to update more than I ever thought they would. So REVIEW!

~COCO