Hey fanfictioners! Since I'll be at camp next week, I thought I'd post a two part story up. This is a Kim/Jack (obviously). Please don't start an angry mob because I didn't get my facts right, okay? I don't figure skate in real life, so… yeah. Enjoy!
By the way: there is a footnote for a video of the skating. I have the info at the bottom of the story.
Summary: Kim has always been afraid to tell her friends about her secret passion- figure skating. With a new competition coming up, and Jack getting on her nerves, she's not sure if her skating dreams can be fulfilled. Rated T, Kim/Jack. R&R!
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"Thanks mom," I called back, waving as my mom drove away from the mall. She smiled and I mirrored her. Today was the last day, and I had a mini practice for ten minutes. My first skating competition was tomorrow. I was going for the gold and the chance to compete nationally.
Of course, I had practice first. Karate at Bobby Wasabi's to be exact. The whole reason I was fifteen minutes early for karate was to give a note to Rudy without being seen by my friends. I wasn't ashamed of figure skating, but I really didn't need to have Eddie, Jerry, or Jack commenting on how figure skating is for wimps. They'd see me as a little girl who was weak.
As for Milton, he would support me, and he always has. In fact, when I first starting skating at Queen's rink at the mall, he skated here too. We were partners for a few months, actually. But his dad took him out of the program so he could take French horn lessons… figures.
I shouldered my duffel bag (which carried my skating stuff too) and set foot into the dojo. I saw Rudy filing some papers in his office, and he smiled when I came in. I fished out the envelope that held my pass to leave practice early, and handed it to him. Of course, this wasn't the first time. Rudy knew all about my skating career too. But he was good at keeping secrets. Rudy was like a wise brother who didn't get on my nerves… most of the time. This was definitely unlike my real brother, Cody. But that's beside the point.
Rudy read the note and smiled. "You competing tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yeah," I smiled, yet puzzled. How did he know?
"I saw the Queen's rink poster on my way in," he explained. "Good luck!"
I nodded "thanks" and went into the girl's locker room to change. I slipped on my gi and tied the green belt around my waist. When I walked back out to the practice area, the rest of the gang was all set to go.
"All right, guys. Today we'll warm up with some sparring. You'll get to fight everyone today so no slacking! First we'll have Kim and Milton, Jack and Jerry, and Eddie with me," Rudy said.
I bowed to Milton and took my stance. "Ready?"
"Good luck tomorrow," Milton said, grinning. "You'll be great."
I smiled and starting to spar. It was an easy win for me. But obviously, Milton took no offense. He was a great friend.
Next, I sparred Jerry and (of course) won. And Eddie was an easy task too. But Jack was not giving up.
"C'mon Kim, you can do better than that!" Jack taunted.
"Shut up," I replied. He tried to hit a few more times but I dodged them. I tried kicking but he ducked a split second before.
"Someone's extra feisty today. Why?" he asked, smiling. I knew he was genuine though. He really wanted to know. We continued to fight.
"Don't wanna talk about it," I said, my southern accent becoming more prominent because I was getting worked up.
"Kimberly Anne Crawford…" Jack whined. He stopped to get a real answer. I grabbed his hand and twisted it, and he winced in pain. I kicked his back and he fell with a thud.
I smirked and check the clock that hung on the wall, besides Rudy's many posters of Bobby Wasabi. It read 4:50pm, which was ten minutes before my turn to practice before the competition! I mentally cursed, dashing to the locker room and spinning the combination as fast as I possibly could. After three tries, it finally opened. I practically ripped off my gi and changed into my leotard, skin colored tights, and put a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on top, with my Queen's rink jacket hanging over my shoulder. I pulled my sneakers on and tied the laces, before running out. The gang must have thought I was crazy.
"Sorry guys, I gotta go. Bye!" I said in one breathe. I panted and glanced at the clock for a split second. It was 4:52.
"Where are you going?" Eddie called out and asked.
"She has a thing," Milton replied. "You'll be fine!" he yelled to me.
I smiled to myself and ran across the mall as fast as a race car. When I entered the rink, the clock in the locker room read 4:57. I sucked in a breath and pulled the zipper to my bag open, throwing my skates out. I ripped my sneakers off and grabbed my skates. I took off the clothes till I was left with my leotard and tights and I dashed to the rink and sat on the sidelines, before lacing up my skates and gliding around the rink for a warm-up lap.
My coach, Lydia Silver greeted me from the sidelines. I smiled and asked, "What first?"
"Let's go for 'Can Can' to practice. We'll save the others for tomorrow, okay?" she said. I nodded and took my beginning stance. I danced to the song, skating and spinning as necessary. My coach smiled from the sidelines as did I (1).
After finishing, she grinned and said, "You're ready!"
I thanked her and packed up my things. I decided to just slip on my jacket over the uniform and change my shoes. After all, it would just look like I was wearing a black skirt, jacket, and sneakers. I walked out of the rink and headed to the parking lot to meet my mom. On the way there, I saw the rest of the gang walking out of karate practice. I glanced and looked away, wishing I had exited the mall through the other way. Jack caught my eyes and I pulled out my cell phone, pretending to take a call. He jogged over to me, the others walking behind.
"Where did you go?" He asked, joking. "The guys and I thought you were-"
I put my finger to my lips to motion "quiet." He rolled his eyes and waited a moment. We continued to walk, the others approaching behind till Jack pulled my phone out of his hand.
"Give it back," I warned, trying to pull it out of his hands.
"Why? So you can take another fake call?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"I'm not in the mood, Jack. Give it back," I told him. I reached for the phone again, yet he still was taller.
"We're just curious! Relax and tell us!" Jerry exclaimed. Jack put his arms down and I snatched the phone. We were now standing in the parking lot, by the front of the mall.
"I don't want to, okay?" I admitted.
"What are you wearing?" Eddie asked, confused. I blushed and ignored him.
I saw my mom's familiar, blue Subaru and walked towards it. "I have to go." I pulled the door open and sat down, ignoring my mom asking how my day went.
For the rest of the day, I zoned out, watching TV in my room and not paying attention. After an hour of this, I got bored and lay in my bed. Why did everyone want to know so bad? They should have just trusted me. Sure, the tiniest part of me was scolding me for yelling and not being honest, but I didn't care. Unfortunately, my conscience kept annoying me with questions like 'They won't mind, so why don't you tell them? Do you really not want them to know?' I changed into pajamas and slept after hours of arguing… with myself.
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Okay guys! That's all for now. Stay tuned for the second part! And make sure to review.
-AM
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