A/N: Hey readers! I know you probably hate me for taking months and months and months to update this story, while I'm over at The Chase, updating it. I understand it. I really do. And I'm really sorry. Really. Forgive me. Please! I REALLY AM SORRY! Please don't bail on me, yet! So, here's chapter 2 for you guys! Review, and I'll give each of you a virtual "I'm Sorry" cupcake and a "I'm Beary Sorry!" bear! I really hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you guys!

P.S.-Under no circumstances under the federal law of the U.S. or Canada do I own Kickin It or the characters or the…Blah blah blah…you get the point -_- On to the story! The Dramatic part!

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Kim's POV

I woke up to a loud alarm, and sweat on my body. I wore shorts and a t-shirt to bed, so why was I sweating? I shut my alarm off, and then I remembered. Today was the day Jack and I had to face our blackmailer.

I stayed in bed because of that. I didn't move. I thought of every possibility of what could happen today. Half the scenarios were bad. No, all the scenarios were bad. I turned over, and buried my head in my pillow. Whenever I overthink, I put myself in a bad mood. I laid in bad for twenty minutes. I didn't want to go to school.

But when my Mom came up to my room, looking angry, I knew I had to. Plus, I wouldn't want Jack to face our blackmailer alone. I hauled myself out of bed, and picked out random clothes. A pair of purple skinny jeans, and a gray long-sleeve shirt, with pink hearts all over it. I put it them on, then went to the bathroom, did my regular routinely morning things. When I finished, I looked back, and looked at myself. Curled hair. Make-up. Good.

I trudged down stairs, and there was a box of cereal on the counter. I got a bowl, and poured some cereal, and milk. As I ate it, all I could think about was the day I had ahead of me. I kind of tuned everything else out.

After, I met Jack at school. We normally walked together, but his broken leg was preventing that. I made sure we got there early, so we could talk, before we had to confront our mysterious blackmailer.

"What do you think is gonna happen today?" I randomly blurted; the question that's been racking my brain since I woke up this morning.

He took a second to reply. "Wha…?" I guess he had something on his mind. Well, obviously. Of course he did. We're never silent with each other. "I dunno."

I looked around, and there was no one around. "We'll be alright." I reassured, then held his jaw in my hand, and kissed him. Once I leaned out, he was smiling. I knew that would work. I smiled at him.

He laughed shyly. "Uh, thanks for that. I needed it." He paused. "I hope today isn't as bad as I'm expecting it to be."

Yeah, same here, I thought, and wanted to say. "It's going to be fine. I promise." I said instead.

Jack put his head down, and sighed. A group of people started to flood in, and they just passed by us like a gust of wind. They didn't acknowledge us. When the people came in, Jack suddenly tensed up. "Jack, everything is going to be fine, okay. We're tougher than this guy."

Jack looked at me, straight in the eye. He had a serious, sincere look on his face. "Kim, look at me. I have a broken foot. People have been pushing me around for days. I'm on edge, and feel so… weak. I've always been the hero, now I feel like the one who needs saving."

I tried not to drop my jaw to the floor. "Jack, you can't always be the one who saves. It's impossible. You can't go through life without trouble. We're human, not robots."

Jack breathed out, though his nose. "Kim, I'm not even sure I'm still me. I don't even know who I am, anymore. I'm not supposed to be the victim. That's all I feel like now." I've never heard Jack say something about himself so deep. I didn't know he could be so deep. I didn't know he had it in him. I didn't know any guy on the planet had something like that in them. But, then again, Jack isn't a regular guy. In a good way, of course.

"Jack, this will blow over. Soon. I promise." That's all I could think of saying.

"I hope you're right."

I didn't know what to do, what to say, the rest of the day. After Jack's deep comment, I was speechless. During second period, I sat on the edge of my seat. My mind wandered far from what I should've been focusing on. What if Jack figured out who the blackmailer is? What if he/she's in my class? Or in Jack's? What will he make us do? What will he do to Jack? What will happen to our reputations? I put my head on my desk.

"Miss Crawford!" I head my name, and lifted my head.

"What?" I spat out.

"Where's your paper?" Shoot. I had to finish that worksheet.

After all that's been going on in my life, I think I deserved a break. First, Jack's foot. Then the surgery news. Then Rudy. Then the competition. Then the dream I had that Jack's surgery wasn't a success. Then the news. Then the dating. Then the blackmailing. Geez, my life is so dramatic, it would make a successful teen drama show.

My life was crashing down on me, and I didn't even know it. "I'm…sorry. Okay. I have a lot going on right now." I looked up at her, with a pleading look.

She stared down at me bitterly. "No excuse. You fail this assignment." She strutted away. I didn't care. Whatever. Who needs school, anyway.

The third class I had, was with Jack. I sat beside him, as per usual. "Have you figured out who the blackmailer is, yet?"

"No, you?"

"No."

"He said we'd know. How do we find out?"

"We prepare to be embarrassed." Jack looked down. He didn't say anything. For a long time. I tried to pay attention, but all I could think about was who this could be. I thought of the Black Dragons.

To be honest, the possibilities were endless. "Alright! Have your paper in by Friday!" The teacher yelled. Wait. What paper? Great. Now I have to do a paper I have no idea about. Great. I quickly got out of class, waiting for Jack once I was in the hallway.

"Kim, what's the hurry?" I didn't reply. I wanted to, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. When we arrived at our lockers, I opened mine, and, I suddenly saw juice all over me.

That made me boil. At the back of my locker, there was a sticky note. It read; Hey Kimmy ;) Like my little surprise? You like juice, don't you? I'm glad! Watch out for later today ;) You'll see me, and know who I am. Just like I promised! I balled my fist, then relaxed. At least I wasn't wearing white. I honestly wasn't even sure how they could plant a prank like that.

"Ki…" Jack started to notice I was taking long. I heard people laugh. "What happened?"

"I opened my locker, and juice spilled all over me." I said bitterly. "They also left this note." I reached in my locker, and handed Jack the sticky note. He breathed out, and his voice quivered.

"I have an old sweater you can wear." Jack just looked straight at the locker. He didn't even look at me.

"Thanks," I replied. We went over to his locker, and I still heard people laughing.

"Just ignore them." Jack opened his locker, and handed me his sweater. I put it on, and the sleeves went past my hands, so I rolled them up.

I hastily made my way to my next class, not looking at anyone. I felt people look at me, because some of them knew I was wearing Jack's sweater. When I made it to class without getting embarrassed, I realized two things. One: I had this class with Jack. Two: I rushed to class, leaving Jack to weakly crutch his way to class. By himself.

I quickly got up from my seat, and ran out of the classroom, and down the hallway, only to see Jack hunched over, with his crutches on the ground, reaching for his fallen books. I ran over to him. "Jack! I'm sorry, I just wanted to get to class so I wouldn't get embarrassed."

Jack just looked at me. I helped him up, and grabbed his crutches for him, and he securely put them under his arms. We made our way to class, and when we got there, I breathed a breath of relief; I didn't get embarrassed on the way to class.

We were still some of the first people there, so, thankfully, Jack didn't trip over anyone or their stuff. "We successfully made it to class." Jack said, opening his text book.

"Yeah." I replied simply. I intertwined my fingers together, and stared at my hands. I wondered what was going to happen in the next couple of hours. I wasn't one to tap my foot, or twitch my leg when I get anxious, which is good, because when people do that, it really agitates me. Instead, I just shut down. I don't really talk to anyone; I just leave myself with my thoughts.

It peeves my friends and family off, especially Jack, but, just like tapping a foot, twitching a leg, or constantly playing with your hair, it's just what I do. "Kim, we'll get through this." Jack tried to inspire me.

"Mmhm." I mumbled, not paying attention. I felt no inspiration right now. Normally, I'm the peppy one, trying to be the positive one, but, I just couldn't see any inspiration to grab hold of right now. Nothing. None. Zip. Zippo. Zilch.

Nothing.

"Kim, I'm serious." Jack leaned closer to me, clearly reading my anxious body language well.

"We'll see about that." I said, turning in my seat, and facing the white board. I stared down at my white desk. Well, it wasn't pure white. It had tiny little spots of beige all over it, but, both colors were so light, you could barely notice the beige.

I heard Jack sigh, in frustration. My Mom used to tell me, as a joke, that when men sigh, they do it because they finally get to sit on their recliner and play video games or watch TV. She told me when women sigh, it's because men are lazy, or out of frustration.

Well, I think that's a lie, because I clearly just heard Jack sigh in frustration. And I know for a pure golden fact, that Jack is a man. He was just getting frustrated with me, because I was shutting him out. Whatever. My world doesn't revolve around him.

Then, something occurred to me. Why was I shutting Jack out? He was half of this. How is he feeling, with a broken leg, always getting tripped, being the slow one in the crowd, being blackmailed, and to top it all off, me shutting him out? Things he isn't used to. And with the regular pressures of being a teenage fifteen year old boy! I am awful! I'm so…mean! And selfish!

I relaxed, and turned to Jack. He had is head down, looking like he was in thought. "Jack, we are going to get through this." I spoke, then reached for his hand. He immediately jumped, but relaxed when he saw his hand in mine.

He smiled, and blushed. I laughed. "Sorry for shutting you out. I know this is way harder on you, than it is on me. And I know you hate when I shut you out." I said, smiling sincerely.

He looked down, then up again, and laughed. "Yeah, I do hate when you do that." I heard footsteps get louder, and I quickly let go, with much reluctance. Two girls-Mikayala Harris and Jo-Ann Harrington- came in, and Mikayala whispered something to Jo-Ann, pointing to Jack and I, and then they both laughed and went to their seats, on the opposite side of the classroom that Jack and I were in. I immediately looked at Jack.

"Did you see that?" I asked him, referring to Mikayala and Jo-Ann.

"Yeah, I did. I don't think they noticed we were looking, though."

I pondered on a thought. Did the popular kids know what was going to happen to Jack and I, today? Did the school know? Then, I thought of something else. Jerry, Milton, and Eddie. Did THEY know? We haven't talked to them all day… Were THEY ignoring us because they knew what was going to happen? Wait, they would tell us. No, wait, were they getting blackmailed to not tell us how we were going to be embarrassed? Or were Jack and I ignoring and avoiding them?

"Jack," I said. "Do you think the popular kids know how we're going to be embarrassed, today?"

He cocked an eyebrow. Obviously, he hadn't had the same train of thought I had. I explained to him my theory, which included Jerry, Milton, and Eddie. "I…I haven't even thought about Jerry, Milton and Eddie all day." Was all he said. Okay, Jerry, Milton, and Eddie wasn't the big picture, here.

"Jack, what about the popular kids knowing how we're going to be embarrassed, today?" I asked, getting frustrated.

"Right. I think it makes sense. So do you think our blackmailer is popular?" He questioned, understanding my theory.

"I think so," was all I said, because class began.

We were just doing a worksheet, so I varied my time between doing the worksheet and ruling possible people who could be our blackmailer out.

Okay, I thought. That rules out the black dragons. They bitterly hate us, but they certainly aren't the favor of the popular crowd. Who else? I tapped my pencil in thought. Okay, that nerd who's Milton's friend, Albert, who creeps me out (and I think has a crush on me).

By the end of class, I actually finished my worksheet. I didn't think I would. I waited for Jack, and tried to look at the people who would be pointing at us, and laughing. There were about thirteen people who did that, in our class of twenty-nine. Jack and I were unlucky to have a lot of popular kids in our class-fourteen to be exact.

Okay, who is popular that is Jack and I's friend, and wouldn't embarrass on for blackmailing us, or just to be mean? I thought. And I instantly thought, Jerry. Jerry Martinez.

"Kim!" I heard a low voice say getting me out of thoughts. I looked down, seeing Jack. He looked like he needed some help. Oops.

"Sorry," I said, bending down. I grabbed his books for him, and handed them to him when he stood up. We made our way to class, then something occurred to me: Next is Lunch.

Shoot.

"Jack," I blurted. "Next is lunch." I found I sounded sincere. A little too sincere.

"Yeah, I know." He had a really casual tone to his voice.

Wait for it…I thought.

"Oh, right." I looked at him and nodded, a little worried.

I wanted to tell him I confirmed out theory that our blackmailer is popular, which rules out every black dragon. And Albert. I also wanted to tell him that we should talk to Jerry. But, everywhere I looked, popular people lurked.

But, maybe we would find out during lunch. "You ready for this?" I asked, making our way to the cafeteria after we put our books in our lockers.

"Ready as I'll ever be." He replied.

We made our way to the cafeteria, and I felt on edge. Well, I had been on edge all day, but now, I felt really on edge. Jack and I walked in the cafeteria.

It was casual. I got some lunch, and prepared myself for the worst. Then, like a déjà vu, I was tripped, and landed straight in my food, and it didn't just get on my face. It got on my shirt, which was drying up from the juice (Jack's sweater was unzipped), and somehow, on my pants.

I noticed the same thing happened to Jack. I dropped my head on the floor, in defeat. I lost. Against Jack and I's blackmailer.

"Stand Up, you freaks!" A male voice said above us. It was a voice I didn't recognize.

I felt kick in my ribs. I winced. " ." He yelled. I quickly scrambled off the floor. You know what caught my eye?

Not the guy who kicked and tripped us. But a guy with short, curly blonde hair smirking in utter amusement.

And I knew immediately: That was our blackmailer.

I looked at the guy who tripped Jack and I in the eyes, trying to scare him. Rule one to conquer your enemies: Make the fear you. I also noticed the guy who tripped us was the captain of the football team, and was dating Donna Tobin. Popular. Just like I thought.

"What do you want from us?" I asked sincerely. He didn't say anything, so, I demanded an answer. Rule two to conquer your enemies: Always have the upper hand. "Well?" I asked. "We've done nothing to you."

Then Mr. Curly-Blonde-smirker strolled over.

"Kim." He looked at me. "Jack." He looked at Jack. "I have the upper-hand here. I just don't know your guys' secret." He walked in front of us, like he was talking to everyone else. Except, his body faced the other students, his head facing us. "I know your personal secrets too." He turned his entire body towards us, and leaned towards us. In a whispering voice he said: "So don't try anything on me. Got it?" Then, he punched Jack in the stomach, and tripped me again. I fell into my food, and Jack laid on the floor, holding his stomach.

He knelt down to my level, crouching over me, his face wanting an answer. "Got it." I squeaked, giving into him. He laughed, and smiled, in pure mockery.

"I'm glad we understand each other." Then he turned towards his little 'entourage'. "Boys!" He snapped his fingers, and they followed him.

Even though I was covered in food, and my shirt was still sticky from juice, I felt he could've done better. Tripping us? If I was and evil and wanted to hurt people (which I obviously don't), I would've done more than getting juice and food on my victims.

Except when I looked at Jack. Jack had food all over his face and shirt, a cast on his leg, crutches beside him, which were also covered with food, and he was holding his stomach in pain. I guess Mr. curly-blonde-smirker had a hard punch.

I ignored the food on my shirt, and the laughing people were doing towards Jack and I, and crouched beside Jack. "Are you okay? Let me help you up, and we can get this food off us." I helped him up, and handed him his crutches.

"Thanks." First, I ran over to the napkin holder, and ran back over to Jack, carefully wiping the food from his face. "Thank you." I put the napkins in the garbage. Before we left the cafeteria, ignoring the laughing, I searched the room for Jerry, Milton, and Eddie.

They had their head down, and it looked like it was in shame. That made me think.

When Jack and I finished in the bathrooms, we came out, and shared a look. Jack looked very hurt, and very embarrassed.

A/N: So, because I took forever to update, I tried not to leave you with a gigantic cliff-hanger. I hope it wasn't too big. Okay, who do you think the blackmailer is? Do you think it's who Kim says it is? Or the jock who tripped and kicked Jack and Kim? I think you guys already figured it out though. I made it pretty obvious. Okay, so, what do you think is up with Milton, Jerry, and Eddie? Do you think they knew that they knew Jack and Kim were going to be embarrassed? Do you think they're being blackmailed, too? Will Jack and Kim tell Jerry Milton, and Eddie about their secrets? How will Jack and Kim continually deal with this? Okay, away from the cliff-hanger questions, and on to my apologies and announcements. So, I'm not really using the internet really, except for updating (for you guys) So, if you PM me, I probably won't respond. I might respond after a while, but, not like I normally do. So, anyway, again, so sorry for taking so long to update. School is super busy, and when I started to write this chapter, for a while, I had no inspiration to continue to write it. But, I know you guys really wanted an update, so I continued it. I hope you understand! I am really sorry! Alright, I'd appreciate it if you guys review, but, I don't want to pressure you, or beg, or do that thing, saying I won't update 'til I get a specific amount of reviews. I'm not that type of gal. Okay, finally done my SUPER LONG A/N! Please update!

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