A/N: Well, I've decided to make this a chapter fic. I hope I don't regret it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kick Buttowski.

Kick was furiously pounding away at the buttons on his game boy. His concentration was fixed on the screen. A thin line of drool dangled from his lips in his happy, dazed state. The sound of someone clearing their throat dragged his mind back to the real world. He blinked sluggishly and glanced up. An exasperated Ms. Fitzpatrick glared back. Kick gulped. The teacher held out her hand expectantly. Kicked sighed, and dropped his game boy into her possession. She made a barely pleased sound in the back of her throat and moved to the front of the class. Kick slumped in his chair dismally, glowering sullenly at the teacher as she began to speak.

"Listen up class. As of today, you will be participating in a project that will count as half your grade. I know many of you are at an age where you recoil from the opposite gender, but, for this assignment, you will have to resolve your differences, and get along."

Many students were already looking unhappy, except, of course, Gunther, who was too busy gazing dreamily at Jackie.

"The name of this project is: Flour Baby. Today, you will pair into groups of two. Each group will receive a sack of flour."

She held out an example sack. Their were a pile of replicas in a basket next to her desk.

"You will have to nurture and care for your flour baby like it was a real infant. Both 'parents' will have to take turns looking after the sack, and if any harm comes to it, the group automatically fails. At the end of two weeks, you will have to write an essay, explaining how you cared for your baby, the struggles - er, experiences that your fellow peer and you have gone through, and how it effected your relationship. Any questions?"

There was a tense silence. A cricket chirped, and outside, a frog croaked. Somewhere in Africa, a monkey is eating a defenseless bug, but, who cares?

Then, without warning, the entire room broke out in utter pandemonium.

"No way! What kind of cruelty is this?"

"This ends the world as we know it!"

"Ewww. I have to raise a child with a boy? A nasty, stinky boy? Ewwy, ewwwwwy, eeeeewwwwwww!"

"I'm gonna barf."

And so on, and so forth.

"Okay, class, settle down. I know this is a bit shocking, but it is worth half your grade, so, in the famous words of my old middle school teacher, deal with it."

Everyone quieted, but there were a few frowny faces.

"I will now pair you randomly."

She listed off groups, until she came to the final two.

"Gunther, your with Jackie."

Gunther's eyes enlarged and sparkled with joy. He raised his hands in the air with a loud,

"Yeah!"

Ms. Fitzpatrick gave him a stern look. He chuckled nervously and sat with his hands folded, though still smiling.

"Kick your with…"

Kick held his breath thinking,

"Please not Kendall. Pleeeeeease not Kendall."

"Kendall."

Kick slapped his face. He knew it. Fate and Destiny both had it out for him.

He glared at Kendall, who was also staring at him heatedly. Why did this happen? What did he do to deserve such a harsh punishment?

A thought suddenly came to him.

This was the perfect chance to get on her nerves. She was so bossy, so dictating. Any time he wanted to do something cool, she stepped in to rain on his parade. Like on the bus, she smothered his idea, before the flames were even ignited. Well, now, he was going to ruin this for her.

The groups had to push their desks together, so that they could both get to know their baby. The sacks were passed out, and Kendall insisted on holding it. Kick let her have her way, this time. He wouldn't be caught dead carrying that thing in front of the class.

As to be expected, Kendall started giving orders, immediately.

"Alright Clarence, here's how it's going down. Since we both have to take turns, let's do it this way. The first week, I get widdle Cindy. The second week, she's all yours. And you better not expose her to any of your wild stunts, got it?"

His brow rose.

"Cindy? How come you get to name it. His name is Storm Ryder."

"No, no, no, no. Her name is Cindy. I won't have you giving our child a bad name. I don't want her growing up like you, Kick."

Kick rolled his eyes.

"Alright, fine. But you get Cindy for a week and a half, and I get her for, ohhhh, let's say, the last day."

Kendall first looked furious, and then she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened them, she was smiling at Kick tolerantly. When she spoke, her tone was filled with honeyed sweetness.

"I knew you would try to do the least amount of work, being the lazy slob you are, but I'm afraid you won't be getting out of this that easily."

Her voice rose suddenly, the anger she had hidden before, rising to the surface.

"We're doing this project 50/50 Kick! Got it? For once, rather you like it or not, your putting effort into something other than stunts!"

Kick was a bit surprised by her anger, but even more, by her sudden mood swing.

The young daredevil gawked at his partner for a moment, then sighed resignedly.

"Fine. I'll try to restrain from doing any extreme sports around…Cindy."

"Good."

By the end of the school day, Kick was shaking with nerves. He knew himself very well, and knew that he couldn't suppress the desire to do something extreme for a whole week. He was screwed.

Gunther noticed his best friends uneasiness as they walked home together. For his part, he didn't mind the assignment, but, then again, he actually liked and got along well with his partner.

He tried to cheer Kick up in his own way.

"Don't worry Kick, it's only for two weeks. What could go wrong?"

"A lot, Gunther. A lot."

There went his idea to annoy his enemy. In the end, she still got her own way.

To make himself feel better, he kicked at every rock he saw, imagining it to be the blonde. Gunther kept a safe distance from his enraged friend. Kendall never learned. It was never wise to upset a daredevil.