*Kim's POV*
"You're meant to pre-heat the oven," Jack says.
"I know that," I say. I quickly turn the oven on, maybe I didn't know that.
"So what do I do with this?" Jack says holding up a carrot.
"Thought you would have known since your Mr Pre-heat the oven," I say. Jack smirks. "You wash it and then slice. Use the big knife in the top cupboard,"
I could have thought of many better partners to have for the international food project than Jack. Since the only thing Jack can cook its toast and it always burns. I start spooning our cupcake mixture into the tray.
"I bet you are glad you picked me us your partner Kimmy," says Jack smirking.
"Of course I am. I mean you're a great cook!" I say sarcastically. Jack laughs, I love his laugh. Mental note concentrate on cupcakes not Jack. It was kind of hard not to stare at Jack considering he was standing two meters away from me.
"These look perfect!" I say.
"That's because I made them," Jack says. I laugh maybe being partners with Jack is quite good.
But that's when everything went wrong. I turn around and walk towards the oven. Then Jack takes and step back and we went crash in to each other. I manage to save the cupcakes from hitting the floor but most the mixture spills out of the cases.
"Jack watch where you're going," I say. Jack says something but I am too annoyed to listen.
"I spent ages on them. I am going to have to start all over again. I can't believe you," I rant.
"Kim I am bleeding," Jack says anxiously.
"Huh?" I say.
"You made me jump when you barged into me and the knife slipped out of my hand and cut my wrist," he explained. The whole time he was talking he kept looking away from his bleeding arm.
"You bumped into me," I say.
"Does it really matter?" Jack says.
"No it doesn't" I say. I look around the kitchen.
"Where do I keeps the medical stuff?" I ask Jack.
"This is your house Kim," Jack says. Now I feel stupid. I begin rummaging through all the cupboards. Medical stuff definitely isn't in cupboard under the sink or top cupboards.
"Stop bleeding on my mums white titles, "I say.
"Where am i meant to bleed?" Jack asks.
"Over the sink!" I say reaching into the back of the middle cupboard. I grab the first aid kit from the back of the cupboard. I tip it continent on to the kitchen table.
"How bad is the cut," I ask Jack.
"I don't know," Jack says.
"Look at it then," I say opening a packet of bandages.
"Can't. I hate the sight of blood. I think I am going to be sick Kim," Jack says. I turn and look at him. His holding his arm over the sink, most of his shirt sleeve is covered in blood. His face is pale and clammy.
I walk over to him. I put one arm around his waist and the other underneath his bleeding arm. I ease him down into one of the kitchen chairs and hand him the bin just in case. I take his wrist and gently roll up his shirt sleeve.
There is long thin cut down his fore arm. It doesn't look too deep but it's pouring with blood. I grab a wad of bandages and press them down on the cut.
"You okay?" I ask him.
"Yes, sorry," He says meeting my eyes.
"I shouldn't have shouted at you, it wasn't your fault," I say smiling at him. After ten minutes his arm finally stops bleeding and I wrap it up in bandages.
"Are you really that afraid of blood?" I ask him packing away the first aid stuff.
"One time I passed out when I got a nose bleed and when my dad had a paper cut," he says. I laugh.
"Seriously?" I ask.
"Yep," he says. I put the first aid kit away and sit down opposite Jack. He smiles and his chocolate brown eyes light up.
"I never would have guessed you would have been afraid of blood," I say generally surprised.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Jack says taking his hand in mine. For second I think about shrugging his hand off but I realize I like it when he holds my hand.
"Like what?" I ask him leaning closer.
"That I am a really good kisser," he says.
"That hasn't been proven," I say jokingly.
"I'll prove it then," he says. He leans in slowly and cups my cheek in his hand. I am really going to let Jack kiss me? The answer was yes. He lips tasted of marshmallows and reminded me of summer. When he finally leans away I don't want him to.
"Does that prove it?" he asks smirking. Maybe I want to be more than friends with Jack.