I have returned! Sorry for being so lazy. I'm Tired of school. -. – GAHHH. In a completely unrelated note, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE POSITIVE REVIEWS. I tried to make this chapter a wee-bit longer just for you guys. Here goes:

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Disclaimer: I Sadly, even though I begged, and begged, I don't own Kickin' it.

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Jack's POV:

About a month later from my arrival at Seaford, things finally started cooling down. The amount of phone numbers I got became smaller, and the death looks I received in the hallways decreased immensely. Jerry was sure that the phone number part was a bad thing, but I wasn't looking for a girlfriend yet. We were precisely talking about this topic during lunch when it all begun.

The three boys I sat with during lunch had turned up to be pretty cool guys. Jerry knew how to make me laugh especially when he wasn't trying to. Even in the darkest days, a crazy remark by the dark haired Latino, he would be able to shed a smile. Milton, on the other hand, was always going on about the technical and studious points in life. He was still great motivation for Jerry, and an awesome guy willing to do anything for his friends, and that earned my respect. Last of all, Eddie was the nicest guy in the world. He was always there for everyone. He sometimes had his "moments" in which he only cared about girls, but, in other times, school was the way to go. He always had an eye out for his friends, and I really appreciated him for that. In just a small time, they introduced me to their Karate Sensei, Rudy, and I even joined their dojo. I was shocked to see that in just a few weeks, I'd formed a closer bond with three guys than I had with anyone in 5 different schools. Seaford was the sixth town I'd lived in for the past 3 years. My dad was between jobs, but they finally thought we were staying in Seaford. I smiled at that thought since I didn't want to loose my new friends. Suddenly, I was snapped back into the conversation by Jerry's signature "WHOOOOOOO."

"They're having the first costume party ever in the school, yo!", Jerry exclaimed. I looked around the table. Eddie and Jerry were both beaming with excitement, Milton had a half-smile, but I could tell that dancing wasn't really his thing. I wasn't that much of a fan either, but I was looking forward to my first school dance in 3 years. We usually moved before I was invited to any school party.

Noticing our not-so-excited faces, Jerry started explaining us the awesomeness of the upcoming party.

"Imagine some hot girls in hot costumes. We can just go over to them-"

Milton interrupted him since he seemed uncomfortable by the way the conversation was heading. "Alright, I'll go. But it's a costume party, what are we going to-" A sharp sound of the bell cut him off, and we went different ways as we headed to class.

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Kim's POV:

If the speaker wasn't Donna and we weren't in math class, I would have easily fallen asleep during 7th period. First of all, I hated math. I usually had a B- average in everything, except in math which was usually more along the D, F sides, that wasn't convenient if I wanted to graduate. Second, I was a bit tired from Donna's "great relationships". She had broken up with Brad Wolf who she had claimed to be the love of her life, and had fallen in love with someone else…the same day. I was thinking about the third reason, when I realized our teacher, Mr. Max, had been calling my name.

"Kimberly Crawford. If my class isn't as interesting as your conversation, I would ask you to please continue it in the Principal's Office."

I muttered a quick apology, and shrunk back into my seat.

"As I was saying, before I was so kindly interrupted, I have had excellent progress in some of my students, while others have failed so miserably. Mr. Brewer, I have noted your amazing development, and, in less than a month, you have become one of my best students. Miss Crawford, I may inform you that if you intend to pass the year, you need a student tutor now."
Ouch.

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After class was done, I went over to talk to Mr. Max about the whole incident in class.

"Mr. Max? Ummm, I can't really, umm have a tutor,"
"I'm sorry, your highness. I didn't know we had to please you. If you want to pass, you'll have to meet with Mr. Brewer 2 times a week." Mr. Brewer? As in JACK Brewer? The new cute guy that joined the rejects?

"Wait, you already discussed it with him?" My eyes were wide open, but I realized that didn't look so attractive.

"I told him he was tutoring, but not who. Now go."

I left with my eyes still open as open as saucepans.

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I'm sorry. I'm a terrible person for not updating and making it so short. But I have a few things to say. FIRST: THANK YOU! SO may reviews. I love you all. Even a "That is some good shit" Would make me happy. THANK YOU, agsain. Second: The beginning. I started it a month later because, well here are two thories: You can believe whichever. Theory 1: It gives it a smart sort of twist. It makes the first part into a Prologue.

Theory 2: I'm lazy.

Thanks again for everything. Love you all. Hope you like this :D