Kim had been sitting with Seaford Prep's finest for less than a week before she was issued her first warning.
The boys had been nice, almost too nice, when the strongest one had ushered them over to their table, pulling out a chair for her and thumping uncerimoniously into the seat next to her.
"Jack, my man, what're you doing?" the Spaniard chuckled, turning down his mix in order to face the blonde. "That seat is reserved for cheerleaders, supermodels, and ultra hot girls."
"Sorry, but this girl here is no cheerleader or supermodel." the gorgeous one chuckled and Kim felt a shiver play up her spine.
Kim wasn't used to this. ANY of this. She was just going to sit down in the corner of the lunchroom and maybe sit with some other outcasts but THIS? This she was completely unprepared for. Pushing down her dork glasses from on top of her head Kim gave each of the boys itting next to her a once over and couldn't help from gasping again.
"Oh no, no, this mus-must be a mistake," she stuttered, gathering her things and attempting to leave the table. "You've got the wrong girl, I swear-"
"Hold up, princess," the brunette husked and all of a sudden his melty chocolate eyes were trained on hers, a light playing in them that tugged at Kim's heart. "I invited you over here, okay? You're cool, I swear." The corner of his mouth twitched, and then lifted in a smirk, causing Kim's heart to beat as fast as a racehorse.
Guys like HIM simply did not SPEAK to girls like HER. It was unheard of. Preposterous. Dastardly. Inconceivable. Kim was a nerd, through and through. He was-damn. An Adonis. Perfect in every way from the curling tatoo's peeking out of the unbuttoned shirt and calloused knuckles from streetfighting.
"Heeeeyy, new girl," Kim risked a glass at the no doubt incredibly cool Spaniard addressing her and gulped. "Mamacita, don't sweat, we're just dudes. I'm Jerry," his head motioned to a skinny ginger who'd suddenly appeared at her back, causing her to squeal and jump back into the well defined broad chest that wasn't made out of air thank you very much. "Thats Milton, and the dude you're currently back hugging is Jack."
Jack.
Gods. Even the name sounds like an eargasm.
No less than a week later Kim had been nervously shutting the door or her black locker, armed with a Geometry book that she honestly would've been happier chucking out the window before it was slammed for her, due the arm of a gum chomping redhead that Kim instinctively knew was way prettier than she was.
Judging by the scornful baby blue eyes of her locker slammer it wasn't too hard to Kim to figure out who it was. Georgia Hoffman, queen bee, supermodel AND cheerleader if you can believe it, with a chest that girls kill for and an angelic face that angels were jealous of. Behind her was her posse, Donna Tobin the forever-legged and Lindsay Shaw the bed-devil.
And those nicknames? Existed before Kim even got there. They were just...very tell all in nature.
"Jackson Brewer is bad news, babydoll," the undoubtably Jersey girl, judging by her accent, drawled, twirling a lock of curling red hair around her finger that mesmerized all the guys in a ten feet radius. "Take it from me, he ain't an easy conquest."
Kim let out a squeak, wide, tea brown eyes flitting from each girl like a frightened baby bird, clutching her math book to her chest like a shield.
"C-Conquest?" She asked nervously.
Donna's green emerald eyes rolled, flipping ebony hair over her shoulder in a recognizable 'god you're so stupid' gesture. "What Gi-gi's saying is not to get you're heart tangled up with Brewer," she explained with a sigh, checking her pedicure. "He's a basket case when it comes to love."
"Muddles him up inside and makes it so he can't tell up from down," Lindsay sighed in adoration, big purple eyes and wavy blonde hair making her the picture of mindless adoration. Donna scowled and jabbed her stomach with her elbow, making Lindsay frown and yelp. "What?" She said in annoyance. "He's dreamy! Everyone knows it."
Georgia let out an impatient sigh. "Whatever. Point being, be careful, Kim. He practically screams bad news. Damn good for a screw but shit he cant handle loving someone."
Kim's big doe eye blinked, her lithe fingers pushing her glasses to the top of her head. "Aren't you supposed to tell me to stay away from him because he's yours?" the blonde quaveringly offered. "I mean I may be new to the whole Prep School thing but I'm not sure it's supposed to turn out like this."
Donna dramatically smacked herself in the face and Georgia huffed with annoyance. "Point is, babydoll," the redhead drawled, leaning off Kim's locker "is that when Brewer is concerned, we look out for each other." an expression akin to hurt flickered across her face before disappearing behind a material, disdainful mask. "It doesn't mean we like you, knockoff Southern Belle but still. Watch yourself."
And with that the trio swept away, their departure heralded by boys lovestruck grunts because they pretty much can't sigh.
"Kim?"
With a yelp Kim jumped backwards again, hitting her locker painfully in the shoulder blades, eyes big and worried. The interupter was a boy this time, no other than the boy that she'd just been warned about. Clad in all black as usual a backwards black cap and v-necked black shirt was pretty much the only change in his attire than usual. A fresh bruise decorated his cheekbone and a worried look ghosted over his face.
A hand reached out and tweaked Kim's teal off-the-shoulder sweater and white-washed jean, knee length skirt, a twinkle flickering in his eyes at the Guns n' Roses emblem on her top. Knee high black cowboy boots and hair pulled back in a half ponytail completed the blonde self proclaimed 'geek's look.
"Did Georgia, Donna, or Lindsay say something bad to you?" the brunette growled, already protective over the meek blonde.
Startled by the caring by which he'd treated her Kim blinked owlishly at him once, twice, and then let out a teeny sigh. "Nothing I was prepared for," she mumured softly to herself and turned away from the boy who heralded nothing but trouble.
Warm thumbs at the edges of her shoulderblades made her stop short and she shuddered, hot lasers arching all over her body at the sudden contact.
"You hit them pretty hard, princess," Jack muttered in her ear, grabbing the lobe of it softly at her back while pressing harder with his fingers, the tips of which making their way down her back. Kim shuddered and held back a small moan of approval and want when they pulled down the shoulder of her sweater and gently snapped the strap of her bra against her increasingly hot skin. Kim knew it was wrong-to have these feelings with a boy she's just met, and in such a public place-but Jack did things to her that nothing else ever did. He touched her once and she was a ball of putty at his feet. "Just be careful with those lovely shoulder blades of those, Kimmy," Jack murmured in passing. "You never know when someone's gonna press a kiss to one of them." he finalized and did just that, leaving a shell shocked Kim next to her locker while the populace around her moved around like normal having been oblivious to the heated exchange.
Okay, the girls were right.
Jackson Brewer WAS going to be the death of her.
So I didn't update and I suck, yada yada yada I'M SORRY Jackeo and Kiminet is just TOO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. I'm upping the rating to M because I'm going to write my first smut scene in here, btw. ;D Perverts, and the random character of Georgia came from the one-shot "Keep A Secret". I think I'm in love with her, y'know. She's obscenely easy to write.
Love.
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