For the next couple of weeks, Jack almost never showed up to the dojo for practice after school. I questioned him about it, and his answer every time was that he was busy. I didn't necessarily believe him but I didn't know what else to do, so I let him have his space.

Late on Friday night, I decided to head to the dojo and do some practicing. My mind was in a jumble and karate usually relaxed me. I was brushing up on my technique when I heard the door jingle as it opened.

My first thought was that somebody was robbing the place, so I quickly ran to the door of the training room and switched the lights off. I quietly crouched by the door until the robber made his way to the light switch.

"Hiya!" I yelled as I flew out from my hiding spot and at the dark, shadowy figure at the entrance. The figure quickly grabbed both of my arms, a split second before they made contact with the person's body.

"Kim! Stop, it's just me!" a familiar voice hissed as they tried to restrain me. I was just about to bite the hands of my attacker when the light switched on.

Momentarily blinded, I stumbled back and shielded my eyes with my now free hands. When I could see again, I looked at the face of my best friend.

"Jack!" I said, breaking out into a happy smile.

"Now you like me, huh? A couple of seconds ago, you were trying to claw my face off," Jack said, a touch of his old humor back.

"Nah, I wouldn't want my best friend to be deformed, now would I?" I said, mirth evident in my expression.

"Well that's good to know," he muttered, giving me a grin.

I was so happy that he was back at the dojo that I totally forgot to ask him what he was doing here. I did so and watched as his face contorted from a carefree boy to the look of someone much older.

"Well?" I prompted after a couple seconds of silence.

"I actually came looking for you, and I suspected you would be here, training your butt off," he said without humor.

"And?"

"I need to tell you something. Actually two somethings. Two very big somethings," Jack said, suddenly looking nervous. Now I thought I was hallucinating or something, Jack Anderson doesn't get nervous without a good reason.

I raised an eyebrow as I contemplated the meaning of that.

"Okay," he took a deep breath before continuing, "The first thing is, that I'm quitting karate."

A million different emotions clouded my head, but one stood out. Shock. I knew that Jack was upset about losing the match to Kai but I had no idea that he would take it this far.

I was just about to open my mouth to argue, but he was expecting that and clamped one of his hands to my mouth before I could cuss him out.

"Now before you yell at me, I wanted you to know that I've thought it through and this is what I want."

I know I was staring daggers at him because he looked pained when he murmured, "And the second something is that, I'm moving."

All the fight left me then. My hands were trying to remove his hand from my mouth, but as soon as he said that my arms went limp and dangled uselessly at my sides. The anger in my eyes turned to pain and shock.

He slowly removed his hand and ran it through his hair, something that I've come to know as his nervous tick.

"Why?" I choked out, before my voice shut down completely.

"Well, my parents have been transferred to Seaford and we're moving next week. I've known for a couple months, but I just couldn't find the right time to tell you," he said, not meeting my eyes.

And that's when I exploded. White hot anger coursed through me, hiding my pain. "And you think this is the right time? You've barely said two words to me for TWO WEEKS Jack! Oh and not to mention the fact that you told me right after you told me that you're quitting karate, the thing that made us best friends! We've done karate our whole life Jack! And you're giving that all up just because you lost ONE MATCH?" I screamed, trying to get all the anger, hurt, pain, and shock out of me in one breath.

My hands were clenched into fists, which were shaking with barely suppressed rage. It took every ounce of my self-control not to punch him right now. I couldn't decide what I was more hurt by, the fact that he was moving, or the fact that he didn't think I was important enough for him to tell me. Plus there was the situation of him quitting karate.

Suddenly I was overwhelmed, and I had to get out. Blinking through the angry tears in my eyes, I grabbed my bag and ran out, into a soaking rain. I hadn't even realized it was raining otherwise I would've grabbed a jacket on the way out. But there was no way that I was going back now, so I just gritted my teeth and slogged forward until I reached my house.

I clumsily opened the door and quietly closed it behind me, not wanting to have my family wake up and question me. I hurried to my room and collapsed on my bed, suddenly feeling bone-tired.

Like a zombie, I changed into dry pajamas and crawled back into bed. Almost robotically, I pulled the comforter up and tried not to think about Jack. I've heard that daylight makes everything look better, so I closed my eyes and waited for my daylight to come.

Ssup brochachos! Remember where that's from?(; It feels traitorous to say this, but Billy Unger is Hottt! Don't worry, Leo Howard is definately hotter. Anyway hope you guys like this chapter! I certainly had fun writing it! For all you people who got my Ratatouille reverence, I salute you and your knowledge of Disney Movies! Review, my pretties!

-Courtney(: