The Good, the Bad, and the Kick
Hola! So I'm a new author to fanfiction, and this is my first story. It's another one of those "good girl, bad boy" type stories, but I enjoy reading those the most XD Well, so here's my first story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It, Live While We're Young by One Direction, or dc shoes
Chapter 1: Meet Kim
Kim's POV
"Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun, I know we only met but let's pretend it's-" Smash!
I slammed the off button on my alarm. That song annoyed me more than almost anything. But it always succeeded in waking me up, so I kept it.
Falling back into my comfortable bed, I tried to sleep for just a little bit longer. But seconds after I shut my eyes, I hear my mom yell up the stairs, "Kim! You're going to be late for school!" Glancing at the clock, I realize that it's 6:55. Oh my god. I have 20 minutes to get ready and reach the school!
Okay, so maybe I laid down for more than a few seconds.
My name is Kim Crawford. Yes, it's short for Kimberly, but I hate anyone calling me anything besides Kim. Kimmy is by far the worst.
I'm 15 years old and a sophomore. I just moved to Seaford, California. My mom got a new job here, so me, my mom, my dad, and my brother Nate all had to move here from Tennessee, but you won't be able to tell because our accents aren't that bad.
So it's been about four days since we got here, and I haven't met anyone. I'm still trying to settle into my house and unpack and stuff, so I haven't gotten out very much. But that's going to change today.
I grabbed a pair of black leggings and a ruffled blue, white, and indigo shirt. It was my first day, after all, so I was going to wear something nice but at the same time comfortable. I paused in front of my mirror. Makeup or no makeup? Oh whatever. I put on a little bit of mascara and lip gloss before rushing out the door. Slipping on my black, pink, and light blue dc shoes, I grabbed my skateboard and took off to Seaford High.
I enjoyed the feel of the cool California wind in my naturally wavy blond hair. Unfortunately, my pleasure was cut short. I was here.
Now that I'm in front of the building, I feel nervous. I mean, I've been with the same kids my whole life, so I'm not really good with making friends. Taking a deep breath, I walk up the school stairs and head to the office to get my schedule.
I'm a little late, and I see other students roaming the halls in their various groups (cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, bad boys, etc.). Walking into the office, I approach the secretary.
"Um, my name is Kim Crawford and I'm new, so I like need my schedule and stuff...yeah." I trail off, unsure of what I should say. But the secretary is ready for me.
"Oh yes, Kimberly Anne Crawford, right? I have everything you'll need right here. Good luck on your first day and welcome to Seaford High!"
Well that went well. Maybe the rest of the year will be just as easy.
Locker 172...now where might that be? Locker 156...locker 162...167...170, 171, 172! Here it is! I entered the combination and opened it. Quickly putting away all my stuff, I looked at the schedule. Hmmm...French 1st period in room 115. Okay, I can find that, no problem.
BEEEEEEEEP
The first bell rang, telling us to get to class soon. Okay, I need help finding this place.
"Hey, um, do you know where this room is?" I asked a tall, brown haired girl.
"Um...yeah! I'm going there now, you can just follow me."
In the next few minutes, I found out that her name was Grace, and that we were the same age and that she had a great sense of humor. I already liked her.
We got to class early somehow, and we sat next to each other in the third and middle row.
"So Grace...what do you like doing for fun?"
"Well, I'm a cheerleader here, and I also do karate at the Bobby Wasabi dojo in the mall. What about you?"
"No way! I like those things too! I'm planning on trying out for cheer and joining a dojo since I'm staying in Seaford permanently."
"Join ours! Our sensei Rudy is a little off and sort of like a kid most of the time, but he always comes through when we need him. What belt are you?"
"Oh I'm a second degree black belt."
"What?! The only other black belt around here goes to our rival dojo, the black dragons. His name is-"
"Bonjour, class! Welcome to French. I will be your teacher for the year..."
I zoned out as our teacher went over what we would be learning. About 10 minutes into class, a boy strolled in casually, as if he wasn't late.
"Well isn't it nice seeing you here, Mr. Brewer. You do realize that you are late to class? On the first day of school?" The teacher said, one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah. Okay." The boy said, flipping his bouncy brown hair just a little to get it out of his eyes. It was GORGEOUS...
"Now that you are late, you will have to take the seat behind Kimberly. Kimberly, raise your hand please and show Mr. Brewer where to sit."
"Please just call me Kim." I told the teacher as I raised my hand.
The boy looked around until he saw me. His face formed a smirk when he saw me. Oh no.
Taking a seat behind me (rather noisily, I must say), this Brewer character leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Name's Jack. Don't wear it out, blondie."
I froze at our proximity, then slowly turned and said, "Don't. Call. Me. Blondie. My name is Kim and just Kim."
"Kimmy, huh? Cute name, blondie." He said with a smirk.
I think Grace could see how mad I was getting, because she gave me a look that said ignore him.
Okay then. I'll just have to deal with this for about 15 more minutes or so, and then I'm good, right?
We'll just have to see.
So guys, what do you think? Please please please review with ideas and tell me what you think. I'm kind of nervous writing this because I'm not sure what people are going to think...I already know that it's really cliche, but I have a few ideas in mind. So once again, please read, review, favorite, and all that stuff! I appreciate it! :)
-Nikki