Hello! I think you read why I'm writing this story on Alyssa's update.
I quit clarinet, flute, guitar, and soccer lessons because I need to take a break. A two-month break. Everyone in this story is 17.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.

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"Hurry up, Kim!" Grace yelled. I'm currently in my bathroom, trying to figure out which bikini to wear for the beach party we're attending today – mainly tonight. "It's already 5:48!"

"I'm almost done," I answered back. I finally decided to wear a bright pink strapless bikini with a black bikini bottom and on top is a back crop top, and plain short shorts. (A/N Link on my profile!) I walked out the door only to reveal a jaw-dropped Grace.

"So, what do you think?" I asked nervously. Grace is wearing a red strapless bikini with just a purple tank top… (A/N Link on my profile!)

"I LOVE it! The top looks gorgeous with your hair." Grace adored. She squealed, picked up her phone, and took a picture of me. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got this from Brandy Melville," I said. "And, girl, why aren't you wearing shorts?" I finished with my Southern Belle accent.

Grace looked down. "I just want to, Kimmy. It's summer!" She pulled out sunscreen from her bag. "Here, put some one. I looked around your room and there's no sunscreen!" Grace threw it to me and I caught it.

"You looked around my room?" I ask, putting on sunscreen. Grace nodded. "I am going to kill you! Did you read my diary?"

Inside my diary are my secrets, crushes, and dreams. Those dreams are not good I tell you!

"Uhh…is it the pink book with sparkles on it that says, 'Kim's Diary'?" She asked innocently.

I threw the sunscreen bottle on the ground and turned bright red. "YES! I was gone for what, 20 minutes. And you looked through my personal diary!" I yelled.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Grace chuckled.

"Whatever, let's just go." I reached for my beach bag and we headed outside. Grace and I talked about what to do this summer; get a boyfriend, get a tan, etc.

We got to the beach in about 20 minutes but to us, it felt like 5. Our other best friend, Kelsey Vargas is hosting it. She's wearing a purple bikini. Yup. Just a plain purple bikini.

When Grace and I found a spot, we took off our shirts, and shorts. Guys beside us were whistling but we ignored them; not showing interest.

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I was having a great time. There was food, games, and truth or dare! Kelsey kissed Richard Colt, a jock. Grace hugged Jake Mert, the smartest kid in school. And I didn't do anything.

Until, I got called. "Kim. Truth or Dare?" Jessica O'Brien asks.

I hesitated. "Umm, dare." I decided to be brave like everyone.

"Okay," Jessica had an evil look on her face. "Leave a hickey on Jerry's neck." Oh no. Jerry's like my brother! I don't want to, eww!

"NO!" Jerry and I yelled at the same time. Apparently, we both don't want that to happen.

"Kim's like my sister, YO!"

"And he's like my brother!"

"Fine, Kim. But only this time," Jessica said. "I dare you to make out with Jack for 5 minutes."

Wait, who's Jack?

"Where is he?" I ask.

Suddenly, I felt a poke on my back, "I'm Jack." OH. MY. GOD.

It's Jack Brewer. The jerk who broke up with me for a different girl. The guy I've had a crush on since childhood. The guy who has been my best friend since diapers.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed. After the breakup – which was two years ago – he moved to New York. Jack still looks the same. Two moles, brown luscious hair. And that awful attitude.

"Uhh…I moved back. My parents thought it was a good idea." He said innocently.

Grace looked between Jack and I. She looked at me, then Jack, then me, then Jack. This went on forever. "Uhh, Jessica. I don't think that's a good idea." She then whispered what happened in Jessica's ear.

"Oh. Okay, then. I guess Truth or Dare is over." Jessica informed.

Thank god. I don't have to sit with that jerk-face anymore.

As I stood up to walk, Jack pulled me back at him. "Why are you mad, Kim?"

I can't believe him. "Why am I mad, Jack? HUH? I'm mad because of you! We dated for three months and suddenly YOU BREAK UP WITH ME FOR HEATHER CLARKE! WHY WOULD YOU THINK I'M MAD AFTER ALL THAT'S HAPPENED? You think you can come back here and expect me to forgive you!? WELL, THIS AIN'T A PERFECT WORLD, JACKSON BREWER!" I yelled. Everyone was looking at us but I didn't care. Tears sprang out of my eyes. I ran to the bathroom, heartbroken.

FLASHBACK

"Babe, can I come over to your house?" Jack asks on the phone.

"Sure." My mom is working so he's allowed to.

I skipped downstairs to the door. DING! DONG! DING! DONG! I opened the door to reveal a sad-looking Jack.

"What's wrong, babe?" I ask.

Jack sighed. "I-I'm breaking up with you." He says quietly.

No. NO. NO!

"What?" I swear my heart just shattered into pieces.

"I'm sorry. I just found another girl and I sorta…gosh, this is hard to say." He sighed again. "My feelings for you are gone, Kim. They belong with Heather Clarke now."

"How dare you come to my house and say that!?" I bailed. Jack shrugged. "OH, SO YOU DON'T KNOW! JACK, ONE QUESTION. WHY? JUST WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BREAK UP WITH ME? WE'VE BEEN HAVING THE BEST RELATIONSHIP EVER AND NOW YOU JUST SUDDENLY BREAK UP WITH ME?" Tears of hurt and anger came down my cheek.

Jack stepped forward to touch me, "But, Kim. I told you-"

"Don't touch me!" I cut him off.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE, I'LL BE HONEST! I WENT TO THAT PARTY WHEN YOU WERE SICK AND HEATHER DARED ME TO ASK YOU OUT! AT FIRST, I THOUGHT WE WERE DOING GREAT. NOW, YOU'RE JUST A NORMAL DUMB BLONDE." Jack yelled. I'm not scared.

"That's all you feel about me? A dumb blonde? Jack, I thought you were my best friend! How could you?" And with that, I slammed the door in his ugly face.

I slid down the door, crying and crying. I must've been crying for hours because Mom came home. And she comes home at 10 o'clock.

END OF FLASHBACK

I reached the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. The door clicked open.

"Kim. Are you there?" A familiar voice asks. Grace.

I blew my nose in a tissue paper. "Yes." I answered weakly. I opened the stall.
I looked in the mirror to see my eyes all red and blotchy. Jack was right. I am a dumb blonde.

"Oh, Kim." Grace stroked my hair as we hugged. "Don't worry, we told him off."

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-Bella