Kim's P.O.V

I was scanning the hallway to find a small sign of the brown-haired boy. I looked over each person grouped into their cliques. Geeks, jocks, cheerleaders, punks, technological people, and then finally I saw my group. The people that can't fit into just one category. I noticed his brown hair bouncing while he laughed. Jack has an amusing laugh. He was standing next to Jerry. Jerry was taller and leaner than Jack. But yet he was somehow scared of me in the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. Probably because I can kick his ass anytime anywhere.

I walked through the crowd of people in the very narrow hall and made my way to my friends with minor shoves against my shoulders.

"Hey, Jack," I said.

"Hi, Kim," He looked at Jerry with questionable eyes. I was starting to get nervous.

"What are you doing here?" Jack pondered.

"I go to school here. Remember? Seaford High?" I said as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jack nodded vigorously. "I mean, why are you standing here?"

I was confused. Almost as confused as Jerry. Why didn't he want me standing with him? Was he embarrassed of me? Did he not want to be my friend anymore? Jack wasn't even my friend. He was my best friend I had a flirtationship with. Not hugely noticeable flirting, but laughing, smiling admirably, a wink here and there. But why didn't he want me near him now?

"Uh. I always stand here. Because this is my locker."

I tried to come up with an excuse without sounding lame. But Jack was standing in front of my locker. So that would have to do for now.

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that," he said emotionlessly.

Jack simply moved out of my way and started to whisper and walk away with Jerry away from me.

"It's fine. Stuff happens," I tried to play it cool. "Are you going to practice tonight?"

Jack suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly.

"Sorry. I have some personal issues to take care of," He said hesitantly.

"Have fun with that. Well, are you coming over for our annual Friday movie night at my house?" I said in a hopeful tone.

"Look. Now is not a good time. I have things to take care of." He said irritated.

I realized that I shouldn't push him any further. I've learned that the hard way.

I once asked him if he wanted to have dinner at my house and he said no. I started to make fun of him saying that he was afraid of my parents and he was shy. Turns out that his grandmother died. I apologized to him for weeks then he finally forgave me after a month. I'm not going through that kind of stuff again.

Jerry snapped me out of my memory when I saw that he was starting to get nervous.

"Ok. I'll see you later," I said upset.

Jack didn't respond or show any sign of sympathy. He simply walked away, talking with Jerry, as I never walked up to him and said, "hi" five minutes earlier. What was that about? He was never in this bad of a mood. His "personal issues" must have been pretty serious for him to look like he was on the verge of yelling at me. At ME! I opened my locker thinking about what Jack might be going through. I went through the motions of grabbing my backpack, exchanging books, and putting the stuff I need for the night in my backpack. I closed my locker and headed home. I decided not to go to practice since Jack was the only other good person there and he wouldn't be there.

As I walked into my turquoise bedroom, I threw my book bag on the ground, turned up my music, and laid on my bed. Thoughts running through about Jack started spinning around me. I tried sorting out my feelings. Did I like Jack? No. I couldn't, we were just friends. Did he like me? No. He doesn't want to be around me at the moment. What do other people think of us? I can't answer that. I have no idea what others thought about me.

As I was thinking, my eyelids started to get heavy. I fought as hard as I could to stay awake. But the blackness sucked me in.

RING RING RING

My eyes shot open and I noticed my alarm clock going off. I turned off the ringing noise and noticed that I fell asleep in my school clothes from yesterday. I went to my closet to pick out a freshly clean outfit for my Friday. Friday. Today was supposed to be Jack and me's movie night. But he had his own problems apparently. I rummaged through my closet and grabbed light wash skinny jeans, a pink ruffle shirt, and black ballet flats. I didn't bother doing much with my hair. I brushed it down and put it into a ponytail. Not even wanting to my makeup, I only put on foundation and mascara. I brushed my teeth, ran downstairs, grabbed a blood red apple and my backpack, walked out of my front door, and walked to school. The same thing five days a week. For once I would like some excitement in my life. As I strolled through the front doors, I saw Jack by my locker again. I didn't know if I could avoid him, so I decided to face him.

"Hi, Kim."

"Hello. Someone is in a better mood," I noticed.

"Yeah. Sorry. It was just one of those days," He added.

"I know how you feel. I get those moods every month," I said in an as-a-matter-of-fact voice.

There was an awkward silence. Jack was still standing in front of my locker. I motioned for him to move with my hand and he obliged. I wanted to break the silence.

"So since you are in a better mood, want to come over for movie night tonight?" I asked hopefully.

"No. I'm still dealing with things," He added quick and roughly.

"Ok. I hope something works out," I said disappointed.

Jack turned and walked quickly and directly away from me. It made me think that it was actually a fact that Jack Anderson doesn't want to be around me anymore. So I decided to do something crazy tonight.

*7pm*

After my detentions for not doing my homework (due to my early curfew), I walked up to the familiar house hoping someone would answer.

DING DONG

The door swung open and Jack's mom stood at the front.

"Hi, Kim."

"Hi. Is Jack home?"