This is the second chapter of my Kick Buttowski fanfic! Woot! :DDDD
Hope you guys enjoy it!
Warning: I don't know Spanish so I used Google Translation. I'm sorry if it's not right!
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Chapter 1: The New Transfer.
Kendall hummed as she stood infront of the bathroom mirror, brushing her golden hair. She gently placed the comb down onto the sink and fixed her lime green head band before walking out of the bathroom. Today is another normal school day.
She climbed down the staircase to meet the sight of her mother fixing breakfast and her father reading a newspaper on his favorite couch.
Another typical family morning. She thought as she sat herself on her chair, giving her parents "Good morning"s and start eating her omelet.
"So, Kendall dear, I heard that somebody had moved to the old Buttowskis' household yesterday night." Her mother smiled as she laid down a hot plate of pancakes. Kendall's head immediately perked up at the sound of "Buttowski", making her mother chuckled a bit. The older woman knew her so well, it would be a surprise if she wasn't her mother.
"Really, honey?" Mr. Perkins asked behind his newspaper.
"Yes, dear. It seems like the person is about your age, Kendall. I wonder if he would go to your school." Mrs. Perkins winked at her daughter as she poured maple syrup on to the steaming dish.
"Mom~!" Kendall said (whined), exaggerated. "You are not going to hook me up with another guy again!"
"Oh, dear, I'm just kidding. I know that you need to focus on your school and all that, but you need to go out and socialize with people, you know, getting to know the world more." Her mother said. "You can't just hide behind a book all day like your father over there. No offense, honey."
Her father looked up from his paper then looked down again, making a sound similar to a snort.
Kendall glared at her mother before chomping down her egg. She knew her mother is only doing the best for her, but hooking her up with some guys doesn't mean that it's gonna mend her heartbreak from her break up with Ronaldo or something. After that, she didn't trust guys anymore.
Except for Kick Buttowski. A little voice smirked inside her head. Her eyes widened at the thought. She shook her head and went back to finishing her breakfast. What am I thinking about? It's been five years and even Gunther didn't get a single call from him. It's not like he's gonna go back or something.
But maybe he remembers. Maybe he will come back. Gunther is his best friend, so he'd at least come back for a visit. And I will see him... She thought, her face going red and her now cold meal forgotten.
"Kendall, dear, are you done yet? School's starting in less than half an hour and I'm pretty sure that you'd love to be early in class, being a class president and all." Her father spoke up from his paper, fortunately breaking her train of thoughts.
"Yes, dad, I'm finish." She quickly stood up from her seat and grabbed her forest green backpack, almost knocking over her cup of orange juice.
"But you haven't finished your omelet, dear."
"I'm not really hungry. And school's more important."
Her parents exchanged looks before her father folded his newspaper and stood up, picking up his case and his car keys as he headed towards the door. "Okay, whatever you say, dear."
She briskly followed her father to his car. "Dad, when will I get my own car?"
"When you are old enough, dear." He opened the front seat door and climbed in, with Kendall mirroring his action on the next seat.
"Yes, dad." She buckled up.
Another typical family morning.
~Time Skip~
Kendall adjusted her backpack on her shoulder as she walked down the crowded hall of Mellowbrook High. It was still about more than fifteen minutes until class but she knew that Professor Flynn would be disappointed if she didn't come to class for the daily student check-up.
"Good morning, Professor." She greeted the jolly old man who was sitting on his teacher's chair.
"Ah, good morning to you, too, Miss Perkins." The old professor answered, wise grey eyes twinkling with youth. Sometimes she wondered that her homeroom teacher might be Santa Clause in disguise. He's too jolly and friendly for an experienced teacher, and he always give good advice to troubled student. Moreover, his laugh didn't help her suspicion at all, since it was always "Ho, ho, ho."
"Okay, class, take your seat, please." Professor Flynn called out softly, but effectively made everybody in the class listened and followed his words. Kendall knew that even though her fellow students aren't always the most polite, but they all respect the old teacher dearly.
She quickly sit down on her chair and scanned the room for late or missing students.
Her eyes landed on a muscular young man sitting a few seats behind her. His floppy hair was the color of the sun, and a red cap was placed carefully on his messy locks. A layer of freckles dusted his pale nose. That was Gunther Magnuson. Amazingly after a few years, he had grown immensely from his chubby nature. No more baby fat and overweighted body, he was now a man. He became tall and muscular, and he was usually seen lifting weights in his free time.
But there's no sign of contacts between him and Kick. She sighed at the thought, before shifting her gaze to another very familiar person.
Wackie Jackie. She snorted in distaste. The proclaimed 'Number One Fan of Kick Buttowski' turned out to be a rather pretty young lady in her teenage years, with her braces removed and new contact lenses for her bad eye sight. After two whole years of hopeless searching for her 'love' (Even though that girl can track down Kick's scent like a real life blood hound), Gunther had somehow reached to her heart, and they were currently celebrating their third anniversary. Kendall smiled slightly as Gunther sneaked his hand into Jackie's. The couple was rather odd, but adorable nonetheless.
"... And I would like to give you a surprise." Professor Flynn's voice broke her from her thought as she focus her attention to the teacher. "This year our class will be having the attendance of a foreign student. Delightfully, he is from Europe!"
Europe? That's where Kick moved to! She thought.
"Please be nice to him. I'm sure that he would love to make new friends in this new environment."
Maybe, Kick has finally come back!
"I would like you to meet Mr. Patear Trasedio."
... He's Spanish?
The whole class was silent as a tan hand open the door and a person walked in the room
Needless to say, he was gorgeous.
The person was a tall boy around her age. He could easily be a head taller than her, and she was 5"5 already! He was tan and he looked like he works out quite a bit. His hair was a messy chestnut brown, and his eyes were the shade of the sky, blue and endless. A light pink dusting on his cheeks indicated that he was somewhat nervous, or maybe he was the shy type. He was wearing a red jacket with a plain white shirt underneath. His legs were cladded with a pair of worn-out jeans and beneath it was a pair of dirty Nikes. On his back was a big backpack that made him look like one of those backpackers she saw on a holiday trip. Overall, he struck her as a person who doesn't and may never care about how people think about him, but he was self-conscious enough to know what he was doing.
She didn't even know that she was staring until she accidentally made eye-contact with him. Something flashed behind his blue orbs and she suddenly had a nagging feeling in her chest. It was like a Deja Vu, like she had seen him before, but when?
She looked closely and realized that his eyes were the same shade as Kick's. But there was a difference. Kick's eyes were always focused and usually set in the "steely gaze" mode. This new transfer's were more cheerful and bright. But he still seemed so familiar!
Stop messing with my head! She mentally screamed.
It seemed like the new guy got her message, because he broke away from her stare and flashed a 100% Hollywood smile, making a few girls swooned and sighed. Unfortunately, she was not one of them.
"Now, Mr. Trasedio, would you like to introduce yourself to your new classmates?" The old teacher inquired softly to the smiling young man, who nodded.
"Ah! Si, si, I'm a bit nervous, Profesor Flynn!" The student grinned sheepishly. He had a soft Spanish accent that went well with his deep voice. What a minute...
His voice is almost the same as Kick! But it sounds a bit deeper and has a Spanish accent! Kendall gaped in her mind, slightly blushing at the lovely accent.
"Uhm... I don't know what to say, creo que. But I do love to see people doing trucos, 'stunts' as you Americano say." Kendall flinched at the word.
"I used to do stunts myself, when I was a little nino. But that's a long time ago." Patear smiled sheepishly, and somewhat... sadly?
Kendall questioned herself. "And I've lived in the USA for a while, too, until I move back to my patria."
Kendall's brain at first didn't really catch his words, but after ten seconds of processing, she found herself quite in a struggle.
He said that he loves stunts! She gasped mentally. And he used to live in America! This is so confusing! He looks like Kick, but he's surely Spanish! And his personality is a total 180 degree opposite! And Kick could never be that tall! Urgh, sometimes I hate being so perceptive.
Right now you could see that Kendall Perkins was trying her best to force herself not to scratch the hell out her head out of annoyance. And Kendall was pretty sure that without looking at Gunther, she knew that he was in the same predicament.
She sneaked a peak at said boy, to see that she had guessed right. Gunther's face was paler than before, and he was sweating. His eyes were as wide as plates and were glued to the Spanish transfer. And more hilarious fact that his whole face was scrunched up as if he'd just smelled something foul. Next to him Jackie sat, worried by his strange action. Sometimes she would pat him gently on his hand.
"Well then, Mr. Trasedio, I'm going to place you in your new assigned seat." Professor Flynn smiled gently at the young man. "Let's see..." He started scanning the room for an empty seat.
Oh please, let it not be me, let it not be me, let it not be me... Kendall pleaded in her mind, since even though there were a few empty seats around the classroom, one of them was placed next to her.
"Because of being a foreigner, I think I should pair you up with my class' smartest student." Oh, no. Oh no! Even though I like Santa Clause, this is just unfair!
"Miss Perkins!" Oh God no. "Please raise your hand, Miss Perkins so Mister Trasedio can see you."
She grudgingly raised her hand up, and the new student quickly made his way to her seat, obviously didn't like too much attention on himself.
As he made himself comfortable in his seat with his gigantic backpack, she couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed under the tight shirt he was wearing. And despite looking cute and innocent up there, he actually looked pretty rugged and manly up close. His jaw line and cheek bone were perfectly defined, and the way his nose perked up made him look kinda cute in a sense.
She didn't realize she was blushing again until the professor asked her worriedly. "Miss Perkins, you look kind off red. Are you okay? Do you need any medication?"
"Ah, no! I'm fine, Professor. It's just a little hot in here." She answered hurriedly. Actually, it was pretty true, since one of the class' air conditioners was broken.
"I see. We do really need to get the AC fixed soon, in case the other one may break, too." The professor nodded before heading back to his desk to sort out the grades.
She let out an invisible breath and sit more straight in her chair. Next to her sat the now grinning Spanish boy, who had been watching her every single action from his first step into his new class.
"Umm, do you need something?" Kendall inquired politely when she noticed his gaze.
"Nothing really, cosa bonita~" He grinned. "It's just that you are very bastante, that's all."
"Cosa bonita? Bastante? What do those mean?" Kendall asked, curious.
"It means your cute." Came his blunt reply.
Her face turned abnormally red as she stammered helplessly in her seat, before shifting her gaze to the teacher in attempt to hide her blush. She shouldn't be teased by a new kid! She was the class president, dammit!
Patear grinned at her face, before focusing his attention to the board. His grin slowly morphed into a devilish smirk, and his bright blue eyes turned steely. He lowered his head and whispered in an American accent.
"Let's see who would last longer behind the mask, Kendall the Fun Police..."
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Who is it? Who is that Patear Trasedio? Oooohh! So mysterious, eh?
Here are some translation (Don't blame me if it's wrong. I just pick up from Google Translation)
Si: Yes.
Creo que: I think.
Trucos: Stunts.
Nino: Child.
Patria: Motherland.
Cosa bonita: Pretty lady.
Bastante: Cute.
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