This story is centered around Kick so the only time I write about anything other than them is when it's important to the plot. Idk if anyone even reads Kick fanfics anymore since Kickin' It has already ended but if you do read this you'll like it, I promise. Does anyone even read these notes?

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It & Hooked on a Feeling (title) is a song by Blue Swede.

Kim's POV

Today was going to be interesting. I was on my way to face my first day of my sophomore year at my new school, Seaford High. I've lived most of my live in Oceanside, a few hours away from Seaford. My parents' relationship had been going downhill for years, and I wasn't surprised to find out that they had decided to get a divorce. Although my mom's income was too low to support me on her own, I still chose for her to have full custody of me. I've never been close to my dad, mostly since he spends all of his time at work.

My mom was really in a pickle. She had to find a place for us to live, so she began contacting her friends. She finally found a solution when she got in touch with an old high school friend, Kristen something (I couldn't remember her last name), who was willing to rent out the two spare rooms in her house. This was perfect for my mom, because it wouldn't cost as much as renting an apartment.

I stayed in Oceanside for as long as possible, while my mom and Kristen moved everything and got my room set up. This morning I left my childhood house forever. It was my first day in this town; I hadn't even seen my new house before going to school. I wasn't in a very good mood because I was going to this school against my will. I didn't want to leave all of my friends behind and now I would have to make new ones. The problem was, since I wasn't feeling very friendly right now, I'd probably scare everyone away.

I walked into the front office to get my schedule. It was 5 minutes until the first period bell rings, and I looked at my classes, trying to find the first one: chemistry. It wasn't just my first day of school, this was the first day for everyone. I'm lucky this whole transition was happening right as the school year started, instead of the middle of the year, so my teachers wouldn't make me introduce myself to my classes. I glanced up at the number on each door, then back down at my paper, trying to find my chemistry classroom. My face twisted in confusion; this school was like a maze.

I stopped in the middle of the hallway to gather my thoughts when a large figure smacked into me from behind, and I stumbled to the ground. I was expecting whoever ran into me to crush me, but when I realized nobody was on top of me, I rolled over to face up.

"Okay, I guess that was my fault," I muttered, my comment being met with a deep laugh. Brushing the hair out of my face to regain my vision, my eyes widened at the boy hovering over me. I felt his body, his very firm body, lightly pressing against mine, his warm breath sending chills down my spine. Our eyes were locked, and I couldn't help blushing when I noticed the charming smile across his face. He began to blush too when he seemed to snap out of it and realize how long he had been staring at me in silence.

"Oh, s-sorry," he stuttered, his smile fading into embarrassment. I couldn't help but notice the veins bulging from his muscular arms when he pushed himself up off of me. I forced myself to quickly look away before he could notice me checking him out. "You know, you might not want to stop in the middle of the hallway with people walking behind you," he said smirking and reaching a hand out to help me up. I grabbed his hand and it felt as if electricity had jolted through his arm and into my body. "I'll let you off the hook this time, but don't do that again. Not everyone here is this nice," he joked.

My eyes met his again and my smile faded; I felt as if I was drowning in his deep hazel orbs. He stared back, and my heart sped up, my cheeks getting hot. Why was he looking at me like that? I tried to break the silence but my tongue was tied; nothing could escape my mouth. His tanned cheeks became rosy once again too, and he seemed nervous again.

"Um-uh- are you new here?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes, groaning. "How could you tell?" I asked as a smile crept onto my face. He smiled back, saying, "I just can. Need any help finding your classes?" He asked. Before I could respond he took my schedule and compared it to his. "Hey, we have a lot of classes together! Come on, I'll walk you to chemistry." We both smiled at each other as he gave me back my paper.

"I'm Jack, by the way," he stated. "I'm Kim," I responded, unable to wipe the grin off my face. My cheeks were starting to ache.

I trusted that he knew where he was going, until he opened the door that he thought led into the classroom. "Umm, Jack, that doesn't look like a chemistry classroom…" he broke his gaze at me to look inside, realizing he had led us to a janitor's closet. "Oh…" he mumbled. I checked my schedule again. "Jack, this is room 1203. Chemistry is in room 1302. I think we're on the wrong floor," I stated.

The bell rang and I gasped. "Great now we're lost and late! Thanks for your help, Jack," I groaned. Guilt took over his face and I turned on my heel, making my way to the staircase. "Kim, I'm so sorry!" Jack said, sounding truly regretful. I sighed as he followed me up the stairs, mumbling, "it's fine, but this time, I don't need your help," I sighed again. I felt guilty for being so hard on him but I still wasn't in a good mood and it was hard to interact with people.

He silently followed behind me and I found the classroom. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I was about to knock when I read the message taped to the side window: BE ON TIME OR DON'T COME AT ALL. NO EXCEPTIONS. "I can't believe this! Are teachers even allowed to do this?" I groaned. This wasn't fair.

I knocked on the door, ignoring the sign, and the teacher opened it. "You two must be the ones I marked as absent. Are you Kim?" I nodded my head. "Okay, I understand that you're new here so I'll let you off with a detention. But now that you know where my class is you have to come on time." I smiled at her gratefully and nodded.

Jack spoke up behind me, "She doesn't deserve detention. I tried to help her find this class but I just got us lost. It's my fault." The teacher sighed. "And you must be Jack. Detention for you too. Try to reason with me again and I'll make it two detentions for each of you." Jack seemed angry. "But it's not her fault! I made her late!" The teacher frowned. "That's it. You each have two detentions. Want me to make it three?" I shook my head fervently and then sent Jack my famous death glare. He rolled his eyes. "There's a table in the back. You two will be partners for the rest of the year."

I walked to take my seat and Jack followed behind me. I refused to look at him. He gave my teacher a bad first impression of me and got me into two detentions! "Kim, I'm really sorry!" I ignored him. "Kim, please don't hate me! I was only trying to help," he whispered. "Well I don't want your help! You keep getting me into trouble!" I whisper-yelled. He kept trying to talk to me but I was trying to focus on what the teacher was saying. "Jack, shut up, she's going to hear us!" "But Kim—" the teacher pointed at us and called out, "Brewer, Crawford, you just earned yourselves Saturday detention!" I looked at him and glared, and ignored him for the rest of class.

The entire day continued like this. Jack would find a seat next to me, try to apologize, and get us in trouble for talking. By the end of the day my detentions amounted up to eight ours. Jack was a nice guy with good intentions but he was always getting me in trouble. Until my last class, when his personality changed completely. He had chosen a seat next to me and I didn't look at him.

He sounded upset when he said, "look, Kim, I'm sorry I keep bothering you. If you really don't like me then tell me and I'll leave you alone. But the reason I keep trying to talk to you is because I think you're cool and it would be worth all the detentions if we could be friends."

I turned to him and finally responded, saying, "Well we're not friends. All you do is get me in trouble, and at this point, I don't think your friendship is worth all these detentions." Anger seeped through my voice and his expression turned from hurt to anger.

"I guess you're not as cool as I thought you were. I shouldn't have wasted my time on you. You're just like all the other girls here." His words hit me like a ton of bricks. Why was I pushing someone away when they put so much effort into being friends with me? The bell rang and he got up to leave immediately.

"Jack, wait!" I called out through the traffic of students trying to get out of this school as fast as they could. He turned around and glared at me, saying bitterly, "you can go fuck yourself."

Okay, question: does the F word make this M rated or can it be T? I don't want to get in trouble!

I wish I had written this a while ago when Kickin' It was still being filmed. Hopefully people are still into Kick and will read this. I've already written the next few chapters so the more reviews/favs/follows I get the sooner Ill post it!