Rating: T

Pairing: Kick/Kendall

Disclaimer: I do not own Kick Buttowski

Author's Notes: Hello again everybody. I'm back with another update. I don't know why, but this story seems to be going through my mind pretty fast. Pretty cool, eh? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. I also hope you enjoyed the introduction of one of Kendall's friends, Kathy Thomson. She might prove to be very useful in future chapters. I can't spoil anything for you, but I'll tell you right not that Kick and Kendall won't get together right off the bat. It will be somewhat of a process. It might actually continue past Christmas. Don't want to make things go by too fast, you know? Anyways, please enjoy this chapter and leave plenty of reviews.

Chapter 3: Lunch from Hell

Kendall and Kathy had just finished up their shopping. Most of the time they shopped, Kendall has been quiet, even when Kathy was claiming she had a crush on Kick. "Oh come on, Kendall," Kathy wined, as they walked down the mall. "At least deny it. Your grumpiness is really depressing. All I said was that you like Kick, that's all. You're not the only one."

Surprised, Kendall turned to her friend. "What? YOU like Kick?"

Kathy laughed and shook her head. "Nah. He's too much of a attention obsessed dumb-ass for me," she said, honestly. "But some of the other girls do. They keep on mentioning his "sexy" voice and rebel attitude…. Why? Do you care," Kathy asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"What? No! absolutely not," she said, looking around nervously.

"Oh really," Kathy asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Because you sounded like you did…. I suggest you tell him before some other school girl gets her hooks in him."

"For the last time," Kendall growled, "I don't care about Kick Buttowski. He is a annoying, hard-headed, selfish, stunt-crazy jerk. Every freaking girl in school could go head over heels for all I care. I have NO feelings for Kick. How many times do I have to tell you?" She asked, stomping down the stairs with Kathy right behind her.

"Gees, he's not that bad," Kathy said defensively, scratching the back of her neck. "Sure, he is stunt obsessed, and yeah, he can be annoying at times. But who isn't? If you just give him a chance you'll find out you two have more in common than you thought. You never kno.."

"We're done talking about this," Kendall interrupted. "We are done talking about Clarence Buttowski."

"But Ken…."

"Nope."

"Come o…"

"No."

"Just let me fin…"

"No."

"Don't be such a chi…"

"Not listening."

"Kenda…"

"LALALALALALALALA! I'm not listening! LALALALALALALA! I can't hear you! LALALALALALA! Not listening!" Kendall stuck her fingers in her ears and started singing, "LALALALA," over and over again, like a little kid would. Kathy folded her arms across her chest, and started tapping her feet.

"Really, Kendall," she asked, not believing what she was doing to avoid talking about the subject. "You have actually stooped to that kindergarten tactic? Really?" Kendall didn't answer. She just continued saying, "LALALA," and refusing to remove her fingers from her ears. This continued for a whole minute before Kathy had enough. Kathy walked up in front of Kendall, and yanked her fingers out of her ears. "OKAY! I'M DONE! NO MORE TALKING ABOUT KICK!"

Smiling successfully, Kendall nodded. "Good." Kathy rolled her eyes.

"Child," she mumbled, as she and Kendall continued on to the food court. "Seriously, that was a new low for you, Kendall. I thought we were friends."

Kendall smiled. "We are. That doesn't mean you're not annoying, though," she said, as they took a seat at one of the food court tables. "And I don't care what you think, if you keep accusing me of liking Kick, that's what I'm going to do each time."

"What about liking me," came a familiar deep voice. Kendall's eyes snapped open. They turned, and saw Kick, with a tray of food with him. He looked at them with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Did I miss something?"

"No, you DIDN'T," Kendall growled, facing Kathy. "Kathy, isn't it time for you to go?"

"Umm…. Nope, not for at least anoth…OWWW!" All of a sudden, Kendall kicked Kathy's kneecap from underneath the table. Kathy scowled at her friend, before taking her hint. "O… oh yeah! I forgot when my mom was supposed to get here," she corrected, getting up from the table. She picked up the bag with her stuff in it, sent Kendall a testy look, and left.

With Kathy gone, Kendall turned back to Kick. She saw him carrying a tray with two cheeseburgers, two orders of fries, and two sodas. She looked at it, and looked at Kick with a raised eyebrow. "Is that for us," she asked.

"Yeah. My dad was convinced that this was a date for us, so he gave me money for lunch," he laughed, sitting down at the table.

"Ha. You wish," she laughed, as she accepted her lunch. "Maybe in another life, maybe."

"That's exactly what I thought," Kick AGREED, taking his meal. "You are definitely not my type. Too much of a snob." Oops, there he went, he thought. He just messed up. And he noticed that when Kendall's joking expression went immediately to annoyed.

'Aw biscuits,' he thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so high up there on the popularity scale," Kendall countered, sarcastically. "Unless you haven't noticed, Clarence, you aren't exactly up there on everyone's friend list, either. Maybe if you didn't waste so much time jumping everything in sight, you'd see that you wouldn't even know what your type of girl was."

'Well, it already started,' Kick thought. 'Might as well finish it.'

"For your information, Kendall," he countered, stressing her name just like she does his. "I may not know what type of girl I'd like, but I know what I kind of girl I DON'T like. Its those snobby, know-it-all, liberal, goody-goody two shoes type of girls who spend more time with their face in a book than actually having a life."

Now it was on. Kendall, who was going to start eating her lunch was now fully committed to this. "Oh really," she asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Well, no big loss. No respectable girl would ever want to be caught anywhere near you. I'm only here because I have to be here."

Eventually, their faces were mere centimeters away from on another's, glaring daggers at each other. "Oh, you have nothing to worry about, Kendall. Because if it wasn't for that fact the Gunther and his family was going to be there, I wouldn't even go. I have more important things to do than pretend that you are anything but an annoying snob."

"And I have better things to do than pretend you are anything but an irritating shrimp."

"Then why are you coming in the first place," he asked. "It is not like there is going to be anyone there you like… or, anyone who likes you, for that matter."

Now THIS was the tipping point. When Kick delivered that insult, Kendall's expression changed. She looked…. Hurt. "You know what," she asked, getting up from her seat. "You are absolutely right…. Why should I be there. It'll be better off if I wasn't there at all," then, instead of insulting him, Kendall grabbed her soda and SPASHED it in Kick's face. Kick fell off his seat in surprise, spitting out soda. When he opened his eyes, he saw Kendall running away.

'Wow,' he thought, wiping the soda off his jumpsuit. 'I guess I went a little too far with that one.' After getting his jumpsuit dried off, he looked at the lunch they didn't even get to start. After staring at it for a second, he decided he wasn't hungry anymore.

"Yo Danger Dude," he turned and saw Wade, wearing a Santa suit and fake beard. When Wade wasn't working at the Food n' Fix in December, her was a mall Santa at the Mellowbrook mall. "Just saw all the commotion. Wanna talk about it?"

Kick shook his head as he let out another sigh. "Thanks, but not right now, Wade," he said, grabbing his and Kendall's bags. "I have to get these supplies home for the Christmas party…. You hungry?"

"Well, I was going on my lunch break," he said with a smile.

"Here," Kick said, nudging his head towards the tray of food. "Since Kendall ran off, and I lost my apatite, you can have it."

"Cool bean, my daring amigo," Wade chuckled, as he sat down at Kick's table. And as Kick began to leave, Wade took a bite from Kick's cheeseburger. "I hope things work out between you and your girlfriend," he called out.

Instead of turning and correcting his friend, Kick merely sighed and continued walking. He was about to go out the front doors, when his walky-talky went off. He reached into his back pocket and answered it. "Not now, Gunther."

"Yes, Kick. Yes right now," Gunther replied, sounding pretty serious, which surprised Kick. "Do you know what I just saw? I just saw Kendall running down the street… CRYING."

When Kick heard this, he stopped dead in his tracks. He has had his major arguments with Kendall before. But it had never gotten so bad that Kendall ran off crying. "Wow, wow, wow. Back up," Kick said. "Did you say you just saw Kendall crying," he asked, not believing it the first time.

"Yes, Kick. I could hear her crying from a block away. What the heck happened?"

Kick didn't immediately answer that question. He was still trying to get over the fact he made Kendall cry. Sure, he didn't like her that much, but making her cry was something he wouldn't have stooped to, no matter how much she irritated him. "I… umm… I kinda started it," he admitted. And before Gunther got a chance to lecture him, he continued. "But it was a accident, Gunther. A accident. I accidentally said something I shouldn't, and started another fight. Then… I accidentally went too far."

"I would say so," Gunther agreed. "Because I've never ever heard about Kendall ever crying before… especially never THAT hard. What exactly did you say."

"…" There was silence. Kick thought back on exactly what he said. He let out a loud sigh. "I'll tell you later, man. I need to get ready for my parents when I get home…. I'll call you later."

"Sure Kick," Gunther breathed. "Just try not to make it any worse than it is."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Kick mumbled, before hanging up his walky-talky.

'Man, I messed up this time,' he thought, as he continued his way home by foot.

10 Minutes later

Kick came into view of his house. He saw that the Perkins' car was no longer in his driveway. He figured that Kendall was still crying when she ran past his house. And he doubted that her parents didn't hear her. So, they must know what he had said. 'Well, I'm in for it,' he thought, walking up to his front door.

When he opened the door, he didn't see anyone, which confused him. He heard his mother talking in the other room, where he figured the other parents were. When he got closer, he put the bags on the floor and listened to the conversation.

"Is she doing okay," Denise asked into the phone. "What happened? She sounded terrible." She was talking to Helen, who were back at their house. Then he heard his mother gasp about something. "Oh. That's terrible…. Well, give her my best regard," Denise finished, before hanging up the phone.

Something didn't fit, Kick thought. If Kendall told her parents what he thought she told them, if they told his parents, than they would've been talking about his punishment. 'What's going on,' he thought, before entering the kitchen.

"Umm… what happened?"

He was expecting his mother to turn to him in anger or disappointment. But, she turned to him with a worried expression. "Kick, did you see or hear about what happened to Kendall?" The question caught the daredevil off guard. How was he supposed to answer this question?

"Umm," he began, rubbing the back of his neck. "I only saw Kendall running off crying," he lied. "But I didn't see what happened."

"Apparently, one of Kendall's friends just got done saying a whole mess of nasty things to her," she said, shaking her head in sadness. "Her friend said stuff like, "no one likes you," and, "no boy would ever want to get near you." Tragic. Her parents never heard her cry like that…. I still can't believe some one would say something like that…. especially when Christmas was so near."

"Yeah," Harold agreed, "what kind of creep would do such a thing?"

Kick started feeling more and more crappy with everything his parents were saying. He still couldn't believe he made Kendall cry. 'Aw biscuits,' he thought, looking down at the ground. 'I guess this is what 'guilt' feels like…. Man…'

But there was something that had Kick confused. Why didn't Kendall tell her parents he was the one who made her cry? It didn't make any sense. She had the perfect opportunity to get him in trouble. But for whatever reason, she didn't…. which only made Kick feel more guilty.

Just than, Gunther walked in through the front door. He looked directly at Kick, with a stern look and his arms folded across his chest. When he started tapping his feet, Kick took a deep breath. "Hey Gunther, you think you can help me with something," he asked, nudging his head up towards his room. Gunther raised a eyebrow, and nodded. The two slowly walked up the stairs and into Kick's room. After kick closed the door, Gunther started.

"How did it start," he asked, letting out a deep sigh. "And don't say it was my advice's fault."

"Don't worry Gunther," Kick grumbled, taking a seat on his bed. "I wasn't…. I… told her she couldn't come to the party… because no one liked her."

"Oh man, Kick," Gunther groaned, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"I know, Gunther," Kick assured, laying back in a huff. "I mean, I didn't mean for it to go that far. I wasn't trying to make her cry. I just wanted to come up with a comeback to her insults. And well…. I just overdid it…. Any more advice I could use?"

"You gonna stick with it?"

"If it helps me fix this, than yes," Kick said, sitting back up. "I may not like her, but making her cry is going way too far. I want to apologize to her, but I doubt she'd want to even be near me… the last thing she did was throw her soda on me before running off."

"Oh, so that's why you smell like Cheetah Chug," Gunther said, smelling Kick. But after getting serious, Gunther started thinking about what Kick could do to fix this. He paced back and forth, trying to think about all of what he knew about Kendall Perkins. Unfortunately, he came up with nothing. But he had a backup plan. "Do you know Kathy Thomson?"

"Yeah," Kick answered, "she's Kendall's friend. Why?"

"I have a idea," he said, scratching his chin. "I think I have the solution. You should go to Kathy and ask her about what Kendall likes. I mean, if she wants to talk to you, that is."

"I donno," Kick groaned, "Kathy doesn't seem like the forgiving type from what I've heard about her. She also knows how to Box. So I could be walking to my own funeral, for all I know."

"Stop being so dramatic, Kick," Gunther said, smacking Kick upside the head. "The worse thing that could happen is she won't tell you anything…. But if she does tell you something, you should listen. If she likes something particular, you should visit her and give her a present based off her likes. While the present won't fix the problem, it will at least give you a chance to apologize to her. And again, the worse thing that could happen is that she would reject it… but I don't know how she would react."

Kick laid back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. 'I really, REALLY wish I was going down Dead Man's Drop,' he thought. 'That's a lot less dangerous.'

"Okay, fine," Kick agreed, grabbing his coat. "You know where Kathy lives?"

Gunther smiled. "Yes. It just so happens my last invitation delivery was to her house. Come on, I'll take you there," he said, zipping up his jacket. "And hey, if she kills you, at least I will be there as a witness to it." While Gunther chuckled at the joke, all Kick could to was take a big gulp in fear. "I was just joking, Kick."

To Be Continued…

I hope you think things aren't going too fast. Its just that… well, isn't that how Kick Buttowski works? Fast and to the point? Anyways, I know that was pretty dramatic. But that will only make the future chapters that much sweeter. Trust me. And I know some of you might think Kick or Kendall are out of character for how "hostile" they are being towards one another. But if you have noticed from the show, that are usually at each other's throats. I just make it more obvious…. So… Kick said something that made Kendall cry. Pretty bad, huh? He thinks so too. He wants to make things right, but there is another problem for him to conquer…. Getting information from Kendall's friend, Kathy. Hope you like it, and leave plenty of reviews. And even if you don't have a special thing to say in a review, just write something that tells me what you thought. I hope to hear from you soon. If you see any spelling mistakes or grammar errors, please forgive me. If you find any, please contact me through a review or a PM. I hope you enjoy this chapter. PEACE!