Hi! This is my first story on here, called, "I'm So Sorry…"
'Course, Jack and Kim… You'll have to read to find out what happens! (Or just look at the story description, that could work too…)
It's rated this way for any sexual activity or foul language (probably the foul language there will be less of.)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kickin' It. Wish I did.
Jack's POV
I had my books under my arm, my bookbag sagged, and my eyes narrowed. It was time to start a new year at school. Yay.
There really is no good reason to start school now. I'm going into the twelfth grade. I already know whatever I need to know.
Teachers forget about everyone right when they step out of the door and into the halls for the last time.
And all of my friends are at the dojo. My good friends, at least. MOST of my good friends. Eddie was a pretty awesome dude, but he HAD to move to Michigan. And he didn't tell us why.
Life in Seaford is pretty tough for me. My ma just lost her job, and I've taken jobs at the dojo. Rudy gives me one hundred bucks a month, not including my job. Kim gives me everything she earns every month.
Yes, the typical girl would spend it on clothes or shoes or something.
But Kim's definitely not the typical girl.
She normally earns ten bucks a week for dishes, five for bathrooms, five for vacuuming, ten for window-washing, fifteen for an extra babysitting job, twenty for community service. She puts herself through all of that every week.
She gets about sixty-five a week with that, and once she gets her full 260 every month, she gives it to me.
I feel terrible when she does that, works her pretty butt off for me and gives me every cent she earns, and I don't ever do anything to repay her.
Well, my mom's hopefully gonna get another job. If not, she'll retire. Either way, in another few weeks, we'll be happy.
I've given Rudy's money to our mom. We're doing okay now, so we can still keep the house for a pretty long time. As for the money Kim gets me… I put it together, along with mine so that I can get her something… just another month and a hint of ma's money should do it.
Kim'll love it.
Kim's POV
Every year at school is a complete MINEFIELD. One wrong step, you get blown up.
At our school, we don't change lockers. When the seniors leave, the freshman get their lockers. You keep that locker until you graduate.
So I'm at my locker. I take my pictures of Ricky Weaver that I for no apparent reason didn't get rid of already, and throw them away.
I get a huge whiteboard and place it on the opening inside my locker. It's even taller than me.
I write on it: My best friends
I doodle a picture of Jerry looking up, and tiny little question marks flowing out of his head. I write, "Jerry" in small, yet bold letters.
I then draw Milton, holding his calculator, solving an impossible equation. I draw little light bulbs around his head, and write his name small and bold.
I do the same for Rudy, drawing him with his gi and his strange smile. I write his name directly below him.
It still leaves a huge space. I soon begin to draw Jack, with every line completely careful. Soon, I finish the sketch, and the drawing looks almost exactly like him. I scrounge for my brown colored marker and color Jack's hair and eyes. Then, I write in ginormous letters "Jack" and put pink little hearts everywhere surrounding him, and two large ones at the beginning and end of his name.
I step back to admire my artwork. It looks like he's smiling up at me, and it makes me blush a little. Soon, someone comes up behind me and covers my eyes.
"Guess who?" he says cutely. I laugh and grab his hands, removing them from my eyes.
Jack smiles and turns toward me, us still holding hands. He smiles down at me and says, "I have a surprise for you."
I look shocked (I can tell, I feel my eyes popping out) "A-a surprise? You don't have to do anything for me-"
"No, Kim. You've done so much for me, I want to repay you."
I smile as he nears closer and rubs his nose against mine. "You're cute, Kimmy."
I ignore the fact that he just called me "Kimmy". I honestly dislike that nickname, but I just blush.
"Close your eyes," Jack whispers, his breath coolly panting against my lips. My heart is beating fast, and I feel the urge to pounce on him at that moment, but I resist.
I close my eyes and he moves closer, just barely brushing his lips against mine. Then, he grabs me, pushes me against the locker next to mine, and kisses me harder. It's still very gentle, but I can feel his power.
I, being my silly self and not knowing how to respond to his sudden movements, press my lips onto his also, kissing back. He's smiling. I can feel it.
One of his hands was pinning me to the locker, and the other was cupping my face. His hand began to leave my face and go to my shoulder, then down to my back. He played with my bra straps and found the hook.
I let him continue. I mean, it's Jack. I've wanted to kiss him for so long. And if whatever's happening now is the result, then I'm okay with it.
He has to take his other hand off of my arm (which he was holding me back with) to unhook the strap. He placed his hand back on my arm, again forcing my back to clash with the locker. I didn't care that we were making out at school. We were probably the only people here, since everyone was at lunch.
Jack trailed his hand up my shirt and found what he was looking for. His tongue soon entered the kiss, practically asking for entrance to my mouth. I opened, and let him explore. We practically melted into the kiss.
I didn't care where Jack was feeling, because it only brought me greater pleasure.
"JACK!"
My eyes immediately open. Jack wiggles his hand out of my shirt, and we quickly remove our lips from one another's.
Jerry was glaring at the two of us. "Donna wants you," he said quietly, looking from me to him suspiciously.
Jack turned pink and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Kim…"
I could tell that I was blushing. I probably looked beet red right now.
Jack looked at my chest and back up to me. I nodded, and he ran his hands down my back and hooked the bra together again. I frowned at Jerry for interrupting our moment. He seemed to get the memo and ran for his life.
Jack stared deeply into my eyes, speechless. I remained that way too. I didn't know if that kiss made us dating, boyfriend/girlfriend, or maybe it was just the heat of the moment. I bet he was thinking that too.
I looked down at his hands and grabbed them. He looked at the floor and smiled.
"Jack…" I said. He looked back up at me. "I lo-"
"DONNA!" Jerry shouted. He appeared back at our side, observing AGAIN. I keep wondering how much he saw.
He left again, and Jack broke free of my grasp. He seemed angered at Jerry. First, for interrupting our kiss, and second, interrupting what I was gonna say to him. Obviously, "I love you" was out of the question now.
As soon as I thought my face returned to normal, he said, "Gotta go… Donna."
I felt beaten down. He was leaving, for DONNA. Tobin. I looked up at him and nodded.
He smiled down at me and said, "Bye, Kimmy. Nice locker by the way," and ran out of the hall.
I could feel myself burning up again. I slammed my locker shut and continued to think to myself about what had just happened in the last few minutes.
