Well, Since everyone was super nice for my first Kickin' It fic (My first multi-chapter fic ever by the way!) I thought this would be a good idea, seeing as Jack and Kim are the cutest couple ever!

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Kim's POV

I sighed as I exited the Black Dragon dojo, tired out of my mind. It was Friday, 6.30pm and I had just finished my two hour training session required of me every week. Now that I was a black belt my sensei decided that my skills could be taken further. Unfortunately that also meant I had to spend every Friday night at the Dojo training my butt off. Sensei said it was something about discipline.

He was really starting to worry me lately. He was pushing all of us a lot harder, like he was preparing us for something. I didn't know what was going through his mind, but it felt pretty important if he was pushing us so hard.

Laughing interrupted my thoughts and I turned towards the sound, knowing exactly where it was coming from. Every time I left the dojo on Friday nights the boys from the Bobbie Wasabi dojo across the mall square would leave, laughing about some joke one of them had said. I knew all of them, being in most of their classes at school.

Sometimes I talked to them, got along with them, but my Sensei didn't really approve. I could sometimes feel the eyes of Frank or one of the other Dragons watching me whenever I talked to them. Sometimes I thought they were nice guys, and then I see their performances at competitions and remember that their Sensei is an incompetent fool who can't discipline his students enough to get all but one past a yellow belt, and he didn't even train the one that did!

"Hey, Kim right?" speaking of the devil. I turned and came face to face with Jack Anderson. I blushed, backing up slightly. He just smiled easily down at me.

"Yeah, what do you want?" I asked, knowing my Sensei wouldn't like me talking to Jack. He looked a little put down by my frankness but kept on smiling.

"I was just going to ask if you have the notes from science class for Monday, I've kind of lost mine," he said, looking a little sheepish.

I thought he was a least a B student, what B student looses their notes right before a test?

"Uhh sure but they're at my house. I'd have to go home and get them," I said, shouldering my bag. He looked a little guilty.

"I guess it's a little rude to ask you to go get them huh?" he was surprisingly polite, unlike most guys. I found myself warming to it.

"No it's cool. You wait here and I'll go get them. I only live twenty minutes away," I said. Jack raised an eyebrow.

"How do I know you'll come back?" he asked. Well he was smart as well, normally boys with his looks aren't both. I blushed slightly at this thought but shook it off as I handed him my gym bag.

"You hold onto this to prove that I'll come back," I said and he nodded approvingly. I flashed him a small smile before jogging off. Although I was very tired, I found myself wanting to help him.

Jack's POV

I sat at one of the mall benches, rolling my skateboard under my foot as I waited for Kim to come back. I'm glad she's helping me. I felt stupid for loosing the notes, Jerry having lost them when he stole my back pack as a joke and forgot to close it.

The others had gone home, Jerry saying I should take a shot with Kim. I told him to shut up, but couldn't fight my blush. I can't deny that Kim is kind of cute, especially when her southern accent comes through.

I sighed, noticing from the corner of my eye as the rest of the Black Dragons exited their dojo. I stayed still, praying they wouldn't notice me. Even though I practiced in fighting, I didn't really like conflict unless it was necessary.

"Well Well Well, look who it is." I didn't need to look to see that it was Frank and the laughing behind him where the other Dragons. I decided not to turn around, only to be forced to by a hand on my shoulder.

"What are you still doing here Anderson? To scared to walk home in the dark?" the others laughed even though it wasn't funny.

"No, I'm waiting for someone," I answered dryly, trying to turn away.

"Who? You're mommy?" Frank mocked. I rolled my eyes. A hand clamped onto my shoulder. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he snapped and I was really starting to get pissed off. His eyebrows scrunched together as his eye line went down to beside my feet. "Why do you have Kim's bag?" he asked, his grip on my shoulder tightening.

"I'm watching it for her while she goes back to her house to get me something," I answered smoothly, prying his hand off my shoulder. He glared down at me.

"Yeah right, more like you stole it!" he snapped, snatching the bag from me. I stood up.

"Hey! Kim trusted me to look after it! Give it back!" I demanded, grabbing the handle.

"You'd better let go Anderson, right now and crawl back over to your sorry excuse for a dojo," Frank hissed but I just glared at him.

Out of nowhere, Frank's fist came and connected with my jaw. I stumbled back, not expecting a fight to start so quickly. I jumped straight in, literally. I kicked him in the chest, sending him on his ass. He let go of the bag and I placed it behind me, only to have an arm wrapped tightly around my neck and to be pulled into a tight choke hold. I coughed, slamming my elbow into Frank's stomach. He let go and I swiftly turned around, punching him in the eye. He cried out but didn't back down, charging at me and ramming his body into mine.

We weren't fighting with technique anymore, we were just fighting. Attacking each other like animals. He insulted me, my mom and my dojo and I was beyond livid. Unfortunately this anger clouded my judgment and with a strong barge from Franks bigger shoulder, I was sent on my back with his foot on my neck.

"Say goodnight Ander-"

"Frank! Stop it NOW!" a voice shouted. We all turned our heads, the skin on my neck stinging from Franks rubber soles, to see a very angry looking Kim standing before us with her hands on her hips, a stack of papers clutched tightly in one of her hands. Frank flushed.

"B-But he stole your bag," he stuttered out. Kim glared at him as she walked over to me, shoving him away before pulling me up. I hadn't realised how badly we had been going at it until my balance faltered and Kim had to catch me.

"He didn't steal it, he was watching it for me while I got him some notes for science class," Kim snapped. Frank looked confused.

"You're helping a Wasabi wannabe?" I started forwards again but Kim held me back by my shirt.

"Yes! Now go home and get cleaned up," she said, taking on a sweeter tone as she gently fixed his clothing. I sneered to myself, a tightness taking over my chest.

Jealous a voice sang in my head.

I'm not jealous, I hardly know Kim I mentally reasoned.

Frank nodded down at her. "Ok Kim, thanks," he said, smiling with bloodstained teeth. I smirked to myself. "See your around, Anderson," Frank spat before walking off with the other Dragons. Kim turned to me, the pleasant look gone.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" she yelled at me, grabbing my hand. My eyes widened and a blush exploded onto my cheeks at our contact.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"To the Black Dragons locker room, have you seen your face?" she said with no humour. I shook my head but I could feel blood on my nose, lip and eyebrow.

I had only been inside the Black Dragons dojo once before and that was when they tried to convince me to join them. I still had the bow staff they gave me, mocking Frank with it when he pissed me off. Kim lead me straight to the locker room and sat me down on one of the benches before walking off.

She came back a minute later with a wet cloth and some band aids. She sat down in front of me and touched my cheek. I flinched when her palm brushed a newly forming bruise.

"Sorry, but keep still," she instructed before dabbing at the blood on my face. It took all my willpower not to keep flinching. Lets just say she didn't exactly have a mothers touch. "Why did you let him get to you?" she asked after a while. I sighed.

"He insulted me, my mom and my dojo, I couldn't let him get away with it," I growled and the pressure on my eyebrow increased. "Ouch!"

"Sorry again," she mumbled but she didn't sound very convincing. I sighed, knowing she would take Franks side. I can't really blame her I guess. To take my mind off her almost bruising treatment with the wash cloth, I focused on the other hand, which was gently gliding over the skin of my face, sometimes touching my hair.

Finally she stopped. "There you go, as fixed up as I can manage," she said as she stood up.

"Thanks Kim," I said, giving her my signature easy going smile. The corner of her mouth twitched before she hardened her expression.

"It was fine, just don't mess with my dojo anymore and I'll do my best to keep them away from you," she said.

"Hey, I didn't mess with your dojo alright, he started it!" I said firmly.

"Just stay away hotshot!" she snapped back. I stood up, glaring at her as I left.

"Jack," I turned to her, expecting the apology she knew I deserved. "The notes?" I sighed, taking the notes from her before walking out.

Kim's POV

I watched Jack walk out, feeling a little bad for snapping at him. Knowing Frank, he probably did start it. the guy had had a crush on me for months and I think the fact that I had trusted Jack probably hurt his feelings.

Feeling even more tired, I got up, grabbing my bag and getting ready to leave.

"What was that?" I froze at the voice of my sensei. I turned around, giving him a hopeful smile.

"Well you see, uhh…"

"Don't lie to me Kim, we all know you can't lie." I sighed.

"I'm sorry sir, he got hurt while watching my stuff for me so I had to help him," I explained. His expression hardened.

"We do not associate with the Wasabi dojo, you know that," he said.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, looking up. His expression was angry, yet thoughtful.

"And yet, he and Frank didn't seem to be using their training when they fought." I flinched.

"You saw that huh?" he nodded.

"Well we all know that Franks infatuation with you can cause him to become sidetracked, but if it can distract that Jack boy, imagine what it can do to their dojo," my eyes widened.

"Sir, what are saying?" I asked cautiously. He was grinning now, looking a little crazy.

"I haven't told the students yet, but there is a big competition coming up. This competition will determine who will get to keep their dojo in this district." my eyes widened. "We can't risk loosing to them," he hissed the word and I shivered. "So it's simple. You will infiltrate their dojo and make Jack's infatuation with you stronger." I blinked at him.

"You want me to get Jack to fall in love with me?" he nodded.

"Yes, and when the competition comes along, I want you to break his heart, destroy his fighting spirit so that we can crush their dojo and remind them who the number one dojo in San Jose is!" he sounded like a super villain.

"Sir that's a little cruel isn't it?" I asked, really not wanting to break someone's heart. Sensei glared at me.

"Well if you don't then you will be expelled from this dojo and any other dojo in the state of California." my eyes widened.

"But sir!" he shot me a glare. I sighed. "Fine." I was not going to enjoy this.

Will Kim be able to go through with the plan? Or Will Love catch up to her.

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