Hey everyone! I love Disney XD's new show Kickin' It. Hope you like this!

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Summary: Set during Episode 4 "Dojo Day Afternoon." Kim gets called something unspeakable by Arthur. Like any teen girl, she becomes sad. Who better to cheer her up than Jack? "I thought you might want a sweatshirt… just a hunch," he said. Rated T.

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"You can't, Jack. You promised Rudy," I reminded. "But I didn't." I turned to face that cocky, annoying kid that apparently was the new owner's son. He smirked at me all too kindly. I got a tiny bit uncomfortable because of his height, but didn't say a peep.

"If there is one thing I love in a girl, it's her appearance. And frankly, the view is all too perfect from here," he said nefariously. He smiled a creepy grin and looked down; I didn't want to admit the truth, but I knew he could see right down my tank top, even though I was wearing a camisole.

"Stop being such a perv," I accused, not daring to lose eye contact.

"I will when you stop being a slut," he purred. Tension spread around the room like wildfire. My face went slack. I wasn't a slut, was I? Did I really wear clothes that were inappropriate? I turned back to the rest of the group to see their reactions.

Jerry stood there, speechless (for once). It would normally be a relief, but not in this circumstance.

Milton bit his lip and rapidly looked between Arthur's face and mine. I doubted he ever experienced name calling like this, but couldn't be sure.

Eddie was looking at his shoes, not knowing what to do. Frankly, if I was in his place, sneakers would be much more appealing than high school bullying.

And lastly, Jack was glaring at Arthur, all his anger seeping through his body. If looks could kill, Arthur might as well have had a gravestone premade.

"I'm—I'm not a slut," I said shakily. I wasn't an actress. My words had grown weaker and Arthur knew it as well.

"Oh, aren't you?" He smirked and laughed deviously. "Because honestly, I can see everything you have."

Tears rushed to my eyes and I tried to blink slowly. One stray tear slid down my cheek. I stood paralyzed not daring to move a muscle.

The bell on the door rang, which was a startling sound after the unbearable silence. Rudy and the owner of the mall, Arthur's father, walked in. They were clearly oblivious to the unspeakable moments before.

"How was coffee, dad? Did you and Rudy have a wonderful time?" Arthur smiled happily. His innocent look was all too perfect. Rudy and his father didn't suspect a thing from him.

"It was very nice," his dad replied. "We made some new arrangements to the mall plan so this dojo can stay."

"Yes we did," Rudy agreed, relieved that he could keep his job. He looked over to us and noticed our serious expressions. His stare bore into mine and I knew that he knew something was very wrong.

"Kim, are you all right?" The owner asked, looking at my tearful appearance.

I gave him a slow nod, then nodding a bit more quickly, with a half-hearted smile on. I cleared my throat. "Yeah… yes, I'm fine."

Rudy, who at this point probably knew that I was in no mood to chop up punching dummies, saved the day. "Kim, are those allergies of yours getting to you?"

I nodded and rubbed my head, trying to look sheepish. Rudy smiled warmly and said, "Why don't you change up and head out early today? We only have eight minutes of practice, anyway. You can come tomorrow to learn the moves you missed."

"Thanks," I replied, and pretty much ran into the girls' room.

I walked in, looking at the bathroom section and then to the locker area. I sat down on the bench in the locker area and cried. I never, ever thought I was a slut.

Did I really dress terribly? Maybe the skirt I wore yesterday was too short… Maybe that's why Jack doesn't like me… after all, I did wear a skirt the day I met him. Do my friends really not tell me that I'm dressed like a prostitute? I shifted, still on the bench, looking over to the mirror. My reflection was disgusting. A puffy, sunken face looked back at me.

This was so stupid. I sighed and went to my locker, busted out my combination, and searched for some sort of big, baggy shirt or a sweatshirt... I'd take anything to hide my clothes. I couldn't find anything, so I leaned my back against the lockers and cried a little more. Defeated, I slid down to the bottom, so it looked like I was sitting with a locker as a backrest. I propped my legs up and hid my face in my hands, not daring to go back outside. I heard the door of the bathroom swing open and buried myself even more. Footsteps came towards me, and the person probably crouched down next to me because I heard a clear, soft voice say, "Hey, Kim."

I looked up and sniffled a little. A half-hearted smile stretched itself across my face when I saw Jack next to me. He maneuvered his way over to the side of me so we were both sitting together.

"Hi," I breathed. I noticed Jack had a sweatshirt in his hand. He saw me looking at it and gently tossed it onto my lap. I looked at him with a confused face and he smiled.

"I thought you might want a sweatshirt… just a hunch," he said.

I nodded, pulling it over my head. Jack's irresistibly scent washed over me. I gave him a practically inaudible, "Thanks."

He shrugged like it was no big deal. In fact, he acted like me sobbing wasn't something that would ruin me forever. I stared at my shoes for a little while. Jack didn't say anything else for a few minutes. The silence wasn't an uncomfortable one though.

He smiled after a little while and got up. He offered me his hand. I smiled and took it, but still wasn't feeling too great.

"Ok, listen to me. You are not a slut and Arthur is a stupid brat who doesn't know anything, got it?" He said.

I smiled a little more. He grabbed my hand and led me to the sink counter. I jumped on and faced him. "What?" I asked.

He blushed slightly and smiled to himself. "It—It's nothing."

"Come on, Jack. Tell me! Pleeeeease!" I begged, leaning towards him. His eyes averted to my lips and then quickly back to my eyes.

"You'll either punch me or make my day…" he said to himself.

"So?" I asked, scooting up to him so our faces were an inch or two apart.

"Okay… here goes…" he pep talked himself. "Can I kiss you?"

My mouth went dry and I tried to process what he had asked. Jack wanted his beautiful, soft lips (not that I had noticed or anything) to kiss mine. The guy that I had liked ever since he moved here wanted me, Kimberly Anne Crawford to kiss him… TO KISS HIM!

Jack looked at me uncomfortably and sighed. "I get it… sorry for that." He started to turn and walk away till I launched myself off the counter with a desperate "Wait!"

Unfortunately for me (and fortunately, though I'd admit that to no one), I fell down and sent jack falling also. I practically sat on his lap and looked around, unsure of what to do. Jack grinned at me and said, "Well, I'm going to take that as a yes."

So I smiled as well. We leaned into one another and I felt his soft, firm lips on mine. I maneuvered my way all over his mouth, and he seemed to enjoy too. I loved the taste of his mouth, kind of like Gatorade. We continued on to get as much of the other person as possible till my lungs started begging for air. We parted unwillingly, and panted.

"Wow…" I breathed. I looked over to Jack and he was smiling widely, staring at me. "What?"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he smiled. The two of us got up and he offered his hand. I laced it through his and we walked out of that bathroom with newfound happiness.

The dojo was as I left it, except for Rudy and the owner, I assumed, in the office. I then saw Arthur glide over to me.

"Look Kim, I'm sorry for that thing earlier," he apologized with a smirk. Jack's grip on my hand tightened.

"It's okay, I guess." I looked over to him, suspecting something big to happen.

"Can we put it behind us?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Do you know karate?" he asked. I froze, unsure of what to do.

"'Cause your body is pretty kicking. Care to take off that sweatshirt?" he asked. I could practically see the sleaze dripping off of him.

"That's it!" Jack cried, and beckoned Arthur to fight. Arthur lunged at Jack and he quickly dodged him and threw him into the wall.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" I heard the owner walk in with Rudy. Oh boy…

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