Hey! I'm back with an all new story for Kickin it. I've had this idea in my head for a while now and I just had to write it. I know it's in the 'M rated' section, but trust me, it wont be too graphic. Heck, it won't be graphic at all! I'm only putting it here 'cuz it's not really rated 'T', and since there's no section in the middle of 'M' and 'T', it's going here. Geez, I talk way too much…enjoy the story!
Chapter 1:
Why?
Kim's P.O.V
Okay Kim, you're gonna tell him tonight. You're gonna tell him how you really feel. Why I've waited so long to tell him, I have no idea. The day I first met him, I had to admit, I thought he was pretty cute. Then after all those days training at the Bobby Wasabi dojo, he started looking kinda hot to me. Even though it took me long enough to realize how I felt about him, I finally realized I had a major crush on Jack.
Jack was probably the best guy friend I'd ever had. Somewhere along the way, after all his teasing about how I had a crush on him, all the laughs we shared, all the adventures we'd been through with the rest of the guys, I fell for him. I'd known I liked him for way too long. Tonight, I was going to tell him. Tell him that I want to be with him, that he was practically the reason I'd show up to school or to the dojo; just to see him. And to tell him that I was head over heels for him.
While straitening my hair, I thought of all the great times we shared. Like the time we'd attempted to teach Rudy how to skateboard, or the time we went out to the Circus Burger after the whole 'Ricky Weaver' incident.
After my hair looked perfectly straight, I put on a baby blue camisole with my grey hoodie, a pair of skinny jeans and my blue converse. I took one last look in the mirror before going down the stairs and heading out the door.
. . .
I took a shortcut threw the park and found myself immediately on Jack's street. I walked down a couple of houses before finally reaching his. I breathed in a huge gulp of air. This is it, Kim, I thought to myself. It's now or never.
I walked up the stairs to the front porch and knocked on the doorbell. His mom answered the door.
"Hi, Kim. Here to see Jack, I presume?" she asked me, smiling.
"Yeah. Is he here?"
She moved to the side, giving me room to come in. "He's upstairs, in his room."
"Thanks," I told her while coming into the house.
I walked up the stairs, admiring my surroundings. He has such a nice house. That same thought always came to mind when I was here.
Once I got to his door, I hesitated before knocking. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. I mentally slapped myself. I was already in front of his door, in his house, I wasn't gonna chicken out now.
Just as I was about to knock, I heard a noise coming from inside. It wasn't like the noise of something falling to the ground, but more like a sort of moan. I pushed the door open just a crack, and what I saw almost made me scream in anger.
Jack was sitting on his bed, with Donna friggin Tobin straddling him. She was kissing down his neck, sometimes coming back up to kiss his lips. I felt tears prick my eyes. He had started to lift the bottom of her shirt-
And that's when I slammed the door shut, ran down the stairs and went straight out the door. The tears started to slide down my cheeks. Of all people, he chose her, the girl I absolutely despised.
I didn't care where I was running. I did not want to go back home, so I took a shortcut threw the forest. It wasn't long before I tripped over a small log. My knee had gotten scrapped, but I hadn't noticed because I was still so mad. I pulled myself to sit up, let my back lean against a tree stump, and cried. And cried, and cried and cried.
Why? I thought silently. Why…
