TO MAKE RIGHT THAT WHICH IS WRONG

Chapter one: What have we done?

POV: Kim Crawford

I lay on my bed, tears in my eyes. My mind went back to about three months ago.

I had been sitting in my room, thinking about something Jack and I had done the beginning of the year, something we regretted now, but decided to not talk about anymore. I jumped up and ran into my mother's bathroom –mercifully she was at work- I fumbled through the drawer under her sink. I sat back when I found what I was looking for.

Now, I lay sprawled over my bed, crying as I tried to think. I shook my head fiercely. What was I going to do? I was going to have Jack's child! I should have done something about it when I first found out, but I was too scared!

How was I going to tell my parents... whatwas I going to tell them? Forget them! What was I going to tell Jack? And how was I going to work up the courage to?!

My mind was in turmoil. Remember that movie you saw the other day, the main character died never knowing his wife was going to have his child, I will not make that mistake! But still, how was I going to tell him…? And should I tell him, or my parents first? And who would take it better?

Oh my… My head hurt. I stood up. I might as well go to the dojo. But I shouldn't! I was what… almost five months along? I could hurt the baby! I groaned, putting a hand to my stomach and letting myself fall onto my face.

I'd never dreamed that I would have to worry about something like this. I was only fourteen! I have a feeling someone isn't going to take this too well, and I don't mean me, because I think I've totally made it clear how much I don't want this! I yelled in my head.

I sighed. I was already over halfway into this, I needed to tell them before I started actually showing signs I couldn't hide. And that wasn't too far away.

POV: Jack Brewer

(same day)

I yawned, stretching and then lying limply on my bed, watching my favorite show.

There was a knock on my door. I turned the TV volume down. "Come in!" I called. "Hey, honey. Kim's here to see you." My mom told me. "Cool, let her in." I told her. "Hey Kim." I smiled at her. We had agreed that what we had did a few months ago had been a mistake, and that we would never talk about it again, but it didn't mean that it wasn't often in my mind.

"Hey Jack." She gave me a tight smile; I could tell something seemed to be bothering her. "What's up?" I asked; sitting up and moving over so she could sit. She remained standing, her arms crossed and a strange expression on her face.

I took her hands and made her unfold her arms, pulling her over to me. "Hey, what's the matter?" I asked, standing up. She refused to look at me. I took her chin and made her look at me. She was chewing her bottom lip. "What's wrong?" I asked softly, looking at her with great gentleness and concern. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and I found that I could lose myself very easily in them.

"Jack? I need to tell you something." She told me, trying to look back down. I didn't like breaking eye-contact, but I let her, she was obviously uncomfortable. "You can tell me anything." I told her. "Jack, remember a couple months ago? That… thing we did that we agreed to not talk about anymore?" I nodded. "Jack, because of that we… we're…. having a baby." She stuttered. My mind swirled. Anything but that! My mind shrieked.

"What?" I cried, intending to sound more sensitive and caring, but I hadn't given myself time to regain my composure. She broke down and started crying. I hadn't meant for that to happen! "Kim, I-I'm sorry, it's just… you startled me with that…news…" I tried, bending down to peck he cheek with my lips. "It's fine, just, just let me… think…" I sat down. She sat down heavily next to me. "How… long, until…?" I asked. "About four months." She told me quietly, still wiping the occasional tear. I put my arms around her, my mind spinning. Shouldn't she be showing signs by now…? I stared at her stomach without realizing it.

She smiled despite her tears and lifted her shirt. Sure enough, there was a bulge that had been hidden behind her unstylish baggy shirt I hadn't even noticed she was wearing. My mind began spinning again. I was too young to be a father! What, what was I going to do? What were my parents going to say… what were Kim's parents going to say?! "Have you told your parents?" I asked. She shook her head. "No, I thought you should know first, and that maybe, you could help me tell them…" She whispered.

I felt my heart stop for a moment. This was a situation I had never dreamed I'd ever be in! Having to tell a girl's father that I'd gotten his precious daughter pregnant… I shivered.

"Okay…" I said reluctantly. The door opened. "Knock-knock." My mom smiled as she came in. "Mom, saying 'knock knock' isn't the same as knocking!" I cried, jumping up. She laughed. "Take it easy, Jack. I thought you guys might like a snack." She set down a tray of fruit. "Thanks." I blushed, taking some. She shook her head, smiling and left. I fell back onto the bed, relieved she hadn't heard any of that conversation.

I sighed, sitting up. "When are we going to tell them?" I asked, watching Kim stuff herself with the fruit. I raised an eyebrow and she blushed furiously. "Sorry, I'm hungry!" She cried, her mouth full. I laughed. "So…?" I prompted. She chewed slowly, staring at the floor. "I don't know!" She cried. She got on my bed and grabbed my laptop. "What are you doing?" I asked, sliding next to her. She was typing vigorously. I cocked my head at what she was googling.

How long until you start showing obvious signs of…

Was as far as she got before something popped on the screen. "Ah, here we go." She smiled, clicking on a link. She read several paragraphs –for reasons unknown to me, it answered her question on the first line- "okay, so we have about another month…" She said, closing the computer. "Before I won't be able to hide it anymore."

"Are you sure you want to wait that long? I mean, your parents aren't going to be enthusiastic as it is for you to have kept this from them for so long…" I started. "I'm sorry, I was scared okay?" She cried, glaring at me. "No." She said rudely. She sighed and laid back. "I'm still trying to figure out what to tell them." She murmured. She sat bolt upright. "I know! I can tell them that you raped me!" She smiled giddily at the idea. I stared at her. "Really? You're seriously going to do that to me?" I raised an eyebrow. She snorted and lay back. "Oh, hey mom, dad, Jack raped me." She said in a mock-giddy voice.

I shook my head, standing. "Kim, you aren't taking this seriously!" I accused. She jumped up. "What makes you think I'm not?" She cried. "I'm suffering from this more than you are!" She glared at me. "Oh? Are you now?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, guess who's the one who is going to have to stare awkwardly at the floor as we tell your parents; and then run away screaming as your father cracks his knuckles?" I cried.

She put her hands on her hips. "Guess who has to go through the pain of childbirth? Huh? Gotcha there!" She cried. "Would you keep it down? My mom's downstairs." I told her.

"No she's not." We spun around to see my mother standing in the door, a stern look on her face, her hands on her hips. "Jack, anything you want to tell me about?"

(A/N: like I said, it's a remake of Amber Johnston's story, 'Kickin' It with a Twist' I didn't change it much, just enough to make it fit my story. She gave me permission, if you want to make sure, just PM her, like I said, she and I are co-authors on a lot of stuff, she's totally cool with this, so. Yeah. REVIEW!