A/N: Hey, you guysss. So, after some lovely responses to my other story in the Kickin' It fandom, and after reading some of the other lovely fanfics I decided... I'm going to post this fic, the first story I ever wrote for Kickin' It. It's been sitting in my Documents folder for ages, since the first or second episode, I think, and I figured I might as well post it. It's not my best concept, and I'm not too sure whether I like it or not, but... Oh well! I enjoyed writing it and I hope you guys like it too!
And I'm sorry if Kim seems way too irritated with Jack, but again, I had only seen like episodes 1 and 2. (Also, stick around until the author's note at the end. I explain some stuff.)
DISCLAIMER! I don't own Kickin' It. If I did, why would I be writing fanficiton when I could be writing scripts?
Dear Diary,
Jack is so full of himself! I mean, why would he think I have a crush on him? Him of all people! As if I could be friends with a guy who's so full of himself... And I don't even know him that well (aside from how full of himself he is) he's only just moved here. Come to think of it... no one really knows anything about him. He's just so mysterious... But that's just cause he's new. You know, doesn't have any close friends. Aside from the Bobbi Wasabi crew... Which I'm now a part of... (Which is actually awesome because I don't have to wear a gi everyfreakingtime I show up to class)
But we're not really friends. We just go to the same dojo. And eat lunch together. But only sometimes! When I get tired of all the girls asking about Jack's "like totes super cute hair" and "totes deep chocolate eyes" and whether or not he looks good with his shirt off (not that I'd know, he practices with his shirt on thankyouverymuch).
And, God, he thinks he's so cool! Showing off in the lunch room with that apple... God. Someone needs to take him down a peg or two. I wouldn't mind. Some one-on-one sparring ought to set him straight... I'll show him who's really good at karate around here. Pin him down on the mat, that'll show him. And then, when he's lying there on the mat, fear in his eyes, waiting for me to deliver the final blow I'll kiss- I- I mean. I'll show mercy. Show that while I know I can beat him, I won't. Because I need to assert myself not leave him black and blue. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face of his, the girls might just start a riot.
Another thing! Where could he get that ludicrous idea that I have a crush on him? Half a day here and he already thinks he's Mister Macho Man, Weakener of Ladies' Knees, Freshman Heartthrob. God, maybe that's how all the other girls treated you at your old school (and how all the other girls treat you here...) but seriously, get a grip. He barely even knows me! Why on earth would he think that from minute one I'd have a crush on him? I'm not one of those mindless bimbos who fall in love with any guy that's even remotely attractive. Come on, give me some credit... Sure he's got warm chocolate eyes, cute just-finished-doing-a-butterfly-kick windswept hair, and he's one great martial artist, but, really, he's not that attractive. Or attractive at all... Really I swear! That description was just from an objective point of view. I was just pointing out what other girls see in him, visually, that is.
God, if they heard that he won that belt for Bobby Wasabi's with a hurt leg and just so that the other guys could have a place to fit in... Jesus they'd be all over him! Well, more than they already are anyways. Although I'm not sure how that's possible... I guess they could actually be on top of him... Not like he'd mind. 'Scuse the language but- stupid attention whore. He just loves all those other girls falling all over him. And while we're on the topic of the other girls, they all think I'm so lucky to be around him all the time at Bobby Wasabi's (they keep saying 'best friends' but we're only sort of friends, despite what he might say otherwise...) but they should try it!
Seriously, once you get past the "I'm a generally good guy" and "I stick up for the little guy" bit, you realize that he can be quite annoying. Like when he flicks his hair out of his eyes, forcing you to get lost in his ey- uh. I mean... It's annoying cause it looks like he's twitching. Really. He's always showing off, too. He's like, "Hey guys watch me do this really hard trick effortlessly then act like it's nothing." Who does that? He then has the nerve to convince us we can do it if we just work at it, then helps us learn the basics to do it like he really wants us to be as good as him. Like he really cares about us succeeding. But I know it's all a ruse. He just wants to show off that he's better, and make himself look even more sensitive for the girls at school.
Urgh, my mom just informed me that it's unfortunately time to go face His Royal 'I'm Super Good at Karate' self at Bobby Wasabi's. Maybe I can knock some sense into that thick skull of his... I'll just see if he'd like to engage in some friendly sparring in class.
I'll let you know how it goes...
x Kim
PS: Aahh! I managed to convince Rudy to let us spar today! He said something about needing to get so- Oh hey, gotta go. Sir Better-Than-You is walking this way...
"What's that?" Jack asks, pointing to the little turquoise, leather-bound notebook I had just closed in my lap.
"Um. Planner. Yeah. It's a- my planner. For school. Just looking to see what homework we have for English!" Smooth, Kim. Real smooth.
"We don't have homework for English today." I have to mentally slap myself. Luckily Jack doesn't seem suspicious.
"Yeah, I know, just double checking to make sure I wasn't remembering wrong or something." I say as calmly as I can. Just to make sure I wasn't conveying any sort of suspicious behavior, I mean, my irritation isn't masked at all, but that's not anything suspicious. But still, if you read something about yourself in someone else's diary you'd be weirded out. Even if it was something like "Today I was put into a group of 4 in English, Kim, Anne, Jerry and Greg were in it..." I'd be like "Whaaa they noticed me and they wrote about me?" And it'd make me feel awkward the next time I saw them and... Anyway, rambling. Gotta stop.
"So. Who you gonna spar against today?" I ask casually.
Jack is still digging around in his bag when he responds, "Oh, I don't know. I probably won't. I'll just watch."
"Ohh, I see how it is," I tuck my diary into my duffel and cross my arms, leaning against the wall, "Someone's too good to spar with the rest of us common folk."
"I just want to provide constructive criticism. It's always better to watch and help both sides." He leans against the wall facing me.
"Uh-huh. So that's more helpful than actually sparring someone and telling them what they could work on to better their form after actually fighting them and seeing what it took to beat them?" I say, looking at him dead in the eyes. Maybe those girls were right... They really are a nice dee-
"Oh, well now that sounds like a bit of a challenge. I think someone really wants to fight me one-on-one here." He says, and I can see the smirk forming, so annoying. "You know, if you're crushing so hard that you want to spend time with me in any way, even fighting, all you have to do is-"
I push him square in the shoulders, catching him off guard and unbalanced, "I do NOT have a crush on you!"
The chorus of "Sure..." comes from the other side of the room and I turn to glare at the guys. That shut them up quickly. Whatever they believe, they know I could still beat them up.
"Alright then. Let's spar. If you win, I'll stop teasing you about having a crush on me." Jack says.
"I don't have a crush on you."
The usual "Sure..." ensues and I glare, again.
I roll my eyes and look back at Jack. "And if you win?" I ask, wary of the consequences.
Jack got a smug look on his face, as if he had already won the match,"You have to admit you have a crush on me."
"Uh-huh, not gonna happen. One, because I don't have a crush on you. Two, because you're going down." I say as confidently as I can.
Now, while I acknowledge that Jack is attractive, I know for a fact he thinks I am. Like I haven't caught him staring at me in class, typical boy. They're all the same, all they think about are girls, boobs, and girls with boobs. I'll show him I'm all three. Even though they're all add up to the same thought...
I shake my head and begin prepping. It'll be the standard Bobbi Wasabi spar, light contact, first to be knocked down by the other wins the round. There are three rounds total, so best two out of three wins. I pick up my bag from the ground. I need to change out of my school clothes and into clothes that are fit for forcing Jack to eat his words.
I start towards the girls locker room-slash-restroom and notice the guys are on the other side of the mat, acting like Jack's a champion boxer, he's got a robe around his shoulders and everything! And it looks like they're giving him a pep talk. It's quite comical actually, they're forming a ring around him as if they don't want me to see him. Oh well. I'll just stretch on the other side of the mat once I get changed.
I really don't want to lose this spar, Jack would be able to hold it over me forever that I had "admitted" that I have a crush on him. Which is ridiculous. Because I don't. But just to make sure I don't have to lie, I've got a little trick up my sleeve, something perfectly legal, it's just something that'll distract him a little... And it's something distinctly girly...
The guys are treating me like this is some sort of champion boxer or something. It's just a friendly sparring match against Kim, who is good, yes, but there's nothing to be worried about. She's just a girl, I'll have to go easy on her.
Milton looks away from our little huddle for a second, then looks back at me, "Kim just went to the bathroom."
"Did I really need to know that?" I say, I mean, really, who needs to know about the bodily functions of the opposite gender?
Jerry looks at me, "Alright here's the plan, you don't want to let her win the first round, that's too obvious, just make it seem like she's got the upper hand, then beat her, but make it look like you just barely had the upper hand. Second round, you let her win, but make it convincing, like hold out until the last second kind of thing. Third round, you win. And you can get fancy with this one, just don't lose." He smiles to himself as if congratulating himself on how great of a strategist he is.
I roll my eyes at him, "Like I need to worry," I say, "I could beat her with one hand tied behind my back."
"Yeah, sure." Milton says with very little sincerity.
"SHH! SHH!" Jerry looks wildly from the girls room to me, "SHE'S BACK," he says in the loudest whisper known to man or beast.
I can see Kim roll her eyes from across the room. She's pulled on a hoodie, and she's got it zipped all the way up. It's not that cold in here, but it must be to warm her muscles up. I mean, that's why we both wear long pants.
"I need 5 minutes to stretch," Kim calls from across the dojo while looking at our conference ring with amusement, "And I'm sure you guys need to have a little more time to do... whatever it is you're doing..." And with that she turns around, pulling her left arm in front of her to stretch it out.
Which reminds me. I should stretch too. The muscles in my arms, legs, back and neck will thank me later...
"5 MINUTES ARE UP!" Jerry calls from the center of the mat.
"Somebody go get Rudy. He needs to ref this." I say, "Don't want anyone getting hurt," I look pointedly at Kim.
"Ooh, unfortunately for you, Rudy had to go get that cat that's 'not his' some kitty litter and, as he put it," with this she used air quotes, "'Num-nums.'"
With that we all chuckled a little bit. Kim looks so cute when she smiles...
Okay, okay. I admit, I think she's cute. And she's smart, funny, and good at karate. And I know she has a crush on me. I can tell by the way her face gets all red when she says she doesn't. Some may say she's just angry that I keep saying that. But I don't believe it.
"Alright, then I'll call it," Jerry says, "Okay, so Kim, Jack, face each other." Jerry pulls us towards each other, so we're standing on either sides of the circle painted on to the center of the mat.
"Jack, lose the robe." Jerry looks at me.
"Oh! Yeah, here Eddie," I say, tossing the robe at him and instead of him catching it, it just lands on his face. "Whoops... Heads up?" I say, turning back towards Kim.
"Kim, are you gonna keep the jacket on?" Jerry asks.
"I'll take it off in a sec." She says, giggling like it's some joke that no one else gets.
"Oh-kay then... Bow," we bow, Jerry steps out of the way, I pull my right foot back and bring my hands in front of me, Kim starts to take off her hoodie, "Begin!"
The next thing I knew... I was blinded.
Okay, so I know that in karate they wear gi to practice, but if you've noticed in the show, Jack's often wearing jeans to Bobbi Wasabi's. So I went with this idea... It's not my best, but I figured it was good enough. And it was the first one I've ever written! So, let me know what you think! Part 2 will be up soon!
x Em
