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Chapter four: It's a Small World.

Guilt. That word was now Jack's unwanted companion. It was always stuck there with him like peanut butter and Jelly and he wanted it to vanish out of his life. That sudden feeling that had popped up at the pit of his stomach ever since he had met Kim. And sometimes, he wanted the feeling to disappear from his life. For guilt to not exist.

Just like right now.

He watched as the merry group of students strolled by the hectic hall talking to their companions by their sides, as the commotion in the hallway built up by the second. The hustle and mixed murmurs were loudly coming out of people's mouths as ear-to-ear smiles were glued to their faces.

See, it was Friday, the last day before the extremely relaxing weekend rolled by. Or as known to every kid and teen, the best day of the week. And people couldn't wait to hang out with their boyfriends and girlfriends going to clear California beach parties and dipping themselves head-to-toe in cool refreshing chlorine water, as spring break was quickly approaching them.

While Jack was stuck singing at The Spring Bash tomorrow evening with an ample of piercing screams coming out of a variety of mouths making his eardrums burst, as the spotlight would shine directly into his dark orbs while he would sign autographs from random girls.

Not that he didn't enjoy his career, he loved singing. And he didn't just"love" it, it was his lifetime passion. He lived and breathed to sing and write songs on his guitar. He adored his fans and wanted to sing for the rest of his life.

He just got tired of somethings.

Like the paparazzi following him everywhere, peering his every move. All the interviewers stalking him trying to find something embarrassing about his life. And believe me, there were a lot. But he'd gotten so used to it, he knew how to handle and keep every bit of his secrets under lock and key.

And he also learned not to trust people.

Jack inhaled deeply.

For the first time since he started going to public schools, he had been left alone without anyone throwing themselves at him and circling him. Maybe it was because he nicely tried to "shoo" them away as the look on his face clearly said he didn't want to be bothered now. Or maybe it was because his body-guard that gaudily ordered them to leave him alone. Which they surprisingly obeyed and left him in peace. He actually had enough space to breathe normally without hyperventilating.

For now.

As Jack was sure the repeating routine was going to take action sooner or later. And he was going to have to put up with it like any other day.

The half-asleep Jack Anderson rested his back on the cold metal lockers while rubbing his eyes that were surrounded by dark circles under them, caused by the lack of sleep that took place the night before, while the back of his skull helplessly fell back and hit the lockers, sending painful tingles throughout his cranium. Yet he ignored the pain, as he thought again about why he was acting like this.

Jack couldn't help the flashbacks from yesterday to play in his mind like a movie. He felt so dumb and stupid as the memory played in his mind. He could just hear what he said to her over and over in his mind. Making himself flinch at his own words.

"I can't let anyone see me with you." And, "If people see you with me it wouldn't be good for my career."

It was extremely harsh and he wished he could go back to that moment and bite his tongue, or seal his mouth shut with duck-tape. Anything to keep himself from saying what he said to her.

He could still see her glossy eyes with dilated pupils that held a majority of fury and a hint of sadness at the same time as her nostrils involuntarily flared. While she clenched her fists so hard that her knuckles were as white as snow, the total opposite of her crimson red cheeks.

The blonde's depressed face and taken aback expression was still stuck in his mind and it made Jack's conscience feel worse and worse by the second. Not that it felt any good in the first place.

But he was sure that Kim would have simmered down by now.

At least he hoped.

Jack had searched for her all day trying to have a conversation with her and to be able to apologize for his words, as the contrition was eating him alive.

The brunet had seen her only a few times since their tutoring adversity yesterday, and he was absolutely sure she was trying her personal best to avoid him at all cost. While they were in science class, Jack was sure that she, somehow, convinced Mrs. Parks to change science partners and she switched to Milton Krupnick instead while Jack was stuck with Mark.

He'd seen her at lunch too, while she stood in the line grabbing her barely edible food from Marge, the lunch lady. But once she caught Jack's eyes, she froze for a moment, then plunged her fork into the mashed potatoes and left her meal on the table, then abruptly pushed the double doors and left the cafeteria, skipping Lunch to go who-knows-where.

In the past he would be more than happy not to see her for the day, but now, he couldn't wait to see her. To apologize for what he said.

To make things normal again.

Well, as close to normal as it could get with Kim Crawford in his life.

But, to be honest, Jack didn't know what he was going to say to her. He'd apologized to people before but it had just been a simple 'I'm sorry'. But this time, it felt different with Kim, like he had to say it with real feeling and sympathy to please her and to get her to forgive him. But he didn't know why he felt that.

He actually didn't know why he wanted her forgiveness either.

Jack clenched the straps of his black Jansport book bag that was hanging from his shoulders as his knuckles hardened. He let out a strong, distressing sigh while turning around and taking the route to his following class.

English.

"Hey Jack!" Jack swiveled his head, detecting the person the voice came from. His eyes met an enthusiastic Jerry. The dark-haired Latino dragged his feet across the floor reaching to Jack.

"Hey Jerry." Greeted the brunet.

Jerry was one of Jack's friends that he met a few days ago when Jack had started school, along with Eddie and Milton. They weren't very close but Jack enjoyed hanging out with Jerry once in a while when his life wasn't full of events. The teen thought Jerry was funny and idiotic (In a good way) and brightened up Jack's day. Jack always spent a good time with him.

Well, all the free time he had.

"What's wrong dude." Jerry asked as he came across Jack's crestfallen face.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked back, pretending to act oblivious as a fake bemused expression spread across his facet while an uneasy tone to his voice escaped.

"I mean," Jerry started getting in front of Jack. "for a dude who constantly has hot girls drooling over him, you're not so happy."

"Nothing, just... problems." He said idly while shrugging his shoulders and pressing his books against his baggy jeans.

Jerry sighed decisively. "Does it have to do with Kim?" He asked. Jack showed a surprised look on his face as Jerry guessed his situation with no question to it. Jerry held a proud smirk on his face.

"How did you know? Are you, like, psychic or something?"

"No," Jerry's smirk disappeared into a shameful expression. "She told me."

Jack snorted sarcastically while he let out a dry laugh, not bothering to put anything to it. He should have expected her to tell Jerry since the two of them were the closest of friends and were extremely close now.

"And, I just want to tell you, don't misjudge Kim. She's not that bad. She's actually really nice and friendly if you get to know her. I bet she was just PMS-ing at the moment."Jerry patted his shoulder reassuringly.

Jack's guilty expression broke out into a grin. But it quickly erased from his face once he realized what Jerry just said.

It's not her fault. He wanted to say. He wanted to tell Jerry everything that he said to her. Jack wanted to defend her as much as he could.

But before he even opened his mouth, Jerry beat him to it.

"But she told me to try to avoid talking to you, that she was mad at you, or something like that. Which is a rule I'm breaking right now."

He nodded understandably.

"Hey Jack, can I ask you something?" A hopeful tone and look coming from Jerry.

"I need you to do me a favor."

Kim Crawford.

Right now not one word could describe the blonde.

She couldn't, no matter how much she tried, find a word that could explain to her how she felt this very moment.

Sad. Broken. Angry. Confused...Different.

So many feelings flowing throughout her brain.

Last night, she didn't sleep a wink as tears and regret flowed her feelings. Thinking deeply about what had happened. Her thoughts and her conscience kept her up, thinking about the dreadful things he told her. It's not like she didn't get enough of that when she was little.

Those things made her heart drop.

Kim couldn't believe he said that to her. First Jack tells his butler she is "cute", then he says that he doesn't want to be seen with her. And she couldn't help but to feel hot drops from her sweet hazel eyes.

But the blonde couldn't help to think that it was her fault. She had talked to him with the same animosity and sharpness before. So, maybe he was just trying to make things even. But that didn't change her feeling of despair one bit.

But, she thought deeply about it, since when has Kim cared about what anyone said about her?

Ever since she was little, people had always made fun of her.

That she was a dumb air-headed blonde from the South.

That she was anti-social and attracted to violence.

That she was just another pretty face.

Sure, she'd always gotten extremely furious, but it never actually pulled her down. Meaning: She never really cared so much. Yes, she through a few Kicks and punches to let out her temper, but, it never really hurt her enough to sink her down.

And she certainly wasn't going to start now. So she decided to pick herself up and dust herself off with pride and dignity.

No matter how much it hurt.

Though, after their encounter and after his paranoia of hurting his career, she was absolutely, positively sure she wasn't going to forgive him no matter what. She had promised herself that she was going to stick to her goal.

And that was a promise she was going to keep.

Kim slumped her shoulders as if two bricks were weighing them down and she pushed her pin-straight honey-blonde hair behind her ears and her dangling platinum earrings that were hooked on them. As her head dropped, she focused on the letters that were written across the page of the book in front of her.

She lifted her head while looking around her surroundings trying to browse for something to distract her. Different students walking through the halls between the cherry-wood book shelves. The computer section filled with students vastly typing on the keyboard. An abundance of signs signaling the different genres of literature; Mystery, Fantasy, poetry ect.

The blonde revolved her head around the enviroment and stopped her eyes at the elderly lady at the front desk with a burgundy cashmere sweater and a gold pin attached to it that said her name. But Kim couldn't read it from were she was sitting at. All she saw was the elder women stamping the neatly stacked books in a brisk motion then putting them on a grey metallic cart.

Judging by her surroundings, Kim was at the library.

She was there to check out a book for her english assignment that Mr. Delrisco had assigned her. She had to write a two thousand word essay/summary about a book she was supposed to check out.

But right now, she wasn't paying any attention at all to the book she was supposed to be reading. All she had done was flipping pages of different books and zoning out the bunched up letters every once in a while.

The blonde had drowned in her thoughts as her brainwork was to much for her to handle.

Kim forcefully closed the book cover against the pages and massaged the bridge of her nose. Trying to wash away the powerful headache that was pounding in her brain.

"Yo Kim!"

Kim snapped her head at the piercing loud call coming from a familiar voice behind her.

She saw Jerry burst into the library through the double doors that had a "Be quiet" poster on the front. She laughed silently as the librarian harshly scolded at Jerry to keep his tone of voice down.

"Jerry!" Kim hissed at Jerry motioning him to shut up and to sit down in the empty wooden seat in front of her .

Jerry quickly followed her order and took a seat while the librarian just glared at him with half-squinted eyes and a scowl that humoured Kim.

"What are you doing here?" Kim whispered while leaning in closer to his ears.

"I came to ask you something."

That explains everything Kim thought. Because she was pretty sure that Jerry would never go to the library just for the fun of it.

Kim stared at the silent Jerry expectantly motioning him to tell her what he wanted to ask her.

"Would you go to The Spring Bash concert with me?"

Excuse me.

Did she hear him correctly? Had Jerry Martinez just asked Kim Crawford out?

Ew.

Kim gagged in her mind as she puked in her mouth trying her best to keep in the disgusted face inside her as she tried not to hurt the teen's feelings.

Don't get her wrong, it's not like she didn't like Jerry. She loved to spend time with the lovable goofball that always made her laugh. And Jerry and Kim had been best friends since the third grade along with Grace.

Kim loved Jerry.

As a friend.

"You mean like..." Kim moved her index finger back and forth between her and Jerry, hoping he would catch on to what she was implying.

Jerry furred his eyebrows while staring at her finger as she moved it. His head moving back and forth as he followed the finger; clearly showing that he was confused before shaking his head vigorously.

" Yes...and no. I want you to pretend to be my date."

Kim's bemused expression showed even more as her eyeballs sprung out of her skull. Her brown dilated pupils staring at Jerry with the famous 'Are you Kidding me?' look.

"Why? And where did you even get tickets? I thought they were sold out."

"Kim," He started sweetly. "Do you want to go or not?" He squirmed in his seat while he reached into his pockets and slammed two small rectangular pieces of paper that had 'Spring Bash' written on them.

Obviously, those were the tickets.

He'd gotten them from Jack earlier after he convinced him to sell him tickets. They had gotten sold out everywhere and Jack happened to have a few as it was an advantage of being one of the singers to perform.

When Jack handed him the tickets after some constant begging and screaming, he came running through the halls as if he was being chased by a cop, while looking everywhere for Kim.

The thing that circled his mind were the tickets to the movie he and Eddie were supposed to be going to. He had to sell them to be able to pay for the Spring Bash tickets. So he was hoping Kim wouldn't ditch him too. Or it would be fifty dollars thrown in the garbage.

"I-I can't." Jerry's shoulders dropped. "I have homework to do."

Kim said while gesturing towards the navy-blue book with "Pride and Prejudice" written over the cover as it took place on the wooden table.

"Please!" He begged in a loud tone of voice while he stood up from his chair, drawing attention to them as everyone's eyes were glued to the two arguing teens.

"No!" She quietly hissed as she pushed Jerry down and crossed her arms against her chest. "And you can't make me."

...

"I cannot believe you made me do this." Kim complained as she looked out the window of Jerry's car.

The bright stars were scattered all over the pitch-black canvas in the sky as spots of gray could be seen floating through the sky. The palm trees swayed as the night breeze danced through them. The yellow lights illuminated the street, and Kim was grateful for that.

Seeing that Jerry was not the best driver on earth.

They'd taken a few strong curves and turns that got Kim to jerk to the side and jolt forward a few times, and Jerry didn't even bother to signal the car behind them. Which they had responded with some verbal language and some finger action. Jerry had also ran a few stop signs and Kim only thought how lucky it was that the police hadn't stopped them yet.

And she was even more surprised that they hadn't checked into the hospital.

Before he even started the engine, Kim double-checked she had her seatbelt around her waist as she was aware how reckless Jerry's driving could be.

During the drive to death, Kim had to remember how he made her do this. Because normally, it's the other way around. Usually it's Jerry that doesn't want to do something and Kim convinces him with a severe punch in the arm or an ear pull.

But this time, Jerry had annoyed Kim to death saying 'please' about fifty times an hour and had followed her everywhere untill she said yes. Apparently Kim had no choice but to go and pretend to be Jerry's date for whatever reason.

"So, how did you get past your parents?" He asked.

Jerry was one of the few people who knew about Kim's "problem" with her parents. He felt sympathy for her. Considering they never let her out of the house other than for school. Jerry learned that when he and the gang once took Kim out for Ice cream after a recent break up and she didn't ask permission.

"They don't know I'm gone. I sneaked out."

Jerry's dark orbs were as wide as saucers as he stared shockingly at Kim. While getting his eyes off of the road.

"Eyes on the road!" She screamed, snapping Jerry out of his trance.

He turned his head as his eyes fell on the road.

"You sneaked out!" He hissed. "Your parents are going to Kill you!."

"No Jerry they're going to kill you" She said while pointing a finger at him. "You made me do this!"

His mouth fell agape.

Kim was not the kind of person to just sneak out without permission. It shocked Jerry. And he was speechless when she said her parents were going to murder him.

"I'm kidding." Kim chuckled at Jerry's expression. "They think I'm at Grace's."

Jerry let out a long relieving sigh.

They finally got there as Jerry turned the gear and they entered the parking spot. Kim opened the car door as she stepped out and her ballet flats hit the floor. They walked towards the entrance.

The street was full of parked cars and nicely dressed people outside. Kim stared at the scene full of giant speakers that the music could be heard outside. A loose banner hung on top of the entrance that spelled "Spring Bash" In blue letters.

Jerry passed the big bulky dude the two tickets as they were in the entrance of the Spring Bash.

She could hear the loud sound of the music as the pounding made her slightly vibrate. Kim caught a peek of the bright disco lights as she passed the entrance. She saw everyone, together as one, a bunched up cluster of different people dancing to the music.

She lifted her head up to see the familiar yellow stars that she had seen through Jerry's car window, covered the sky with a full moon that flashed a bright white. It was an open space so, the smell of grass and fresh air filled Kim's lungs. So did the smell of pizza and Cheetos that were placed at the food table. Along with a few sodas and bottles of water with a bowl of red drink that Kim assumed was Fruit punch which was probably spiked as she could see people loosing their balance and dancing as terribly as she normally did.

She turned her head around as her eyes landed on the elevated stage that took about a quarter of the gigantic area. Big body guards, that looked vaguely similar to the one that was receiving the tickets, stood on each side of the stage, a serious look in their eyes while their black shirts read "Security" in big white letters across the chest.

The stage reminded Kim of the question that popped in her brain once Jerry had gotten the tickets. Who was playing? Kim had been so caught up that she didn't even bother to ask Jerry.

Kim couldn't help to think about what she would've missed if she stayed at home doing her homework.

Everything was pretty awesome.

Before Jerry and Kim went any further, Jerry leaned in closer to Kim's ear and whispered:

"Remember. You're my date."

Her dark-brown hair slightly blew back against her soft-pink hair band. Her loose strands getting tangled in her pearl earrings as her pink open-toed flats stepped on the dry grass.

She sighed as she adjusted her dress down to her hips as it had been riding up every five minutes. The golden belt that perfectly wrapped around her waist was irritating Grace as it always ended up below her chest. Though nobody can deny, her knee-length pale-pink dress looked astonishing on her.

It was simple yet, extremely cute.

And Eddie could confirm that.

He had been constantly staring at his girlfriend up and down admiring her beauty.

Eddie didn't look so bad himself. He had a pair of jeans on with a blue and red stripped shirt from Aeropostale with some dress shoes his father lent him

To be honest, Grace hadn't been having much fun. All she had been doing was looking at the people dancing to the music while she sat at a table with Eddie by her side. She'd ask him if he could go fetch her a Drink a few times.

She had caught a glimpse of Milton and Julie at the table getting soda. Which was hard to believe as neither Milton nor Julie were the partying type. They were both known as the studying type or your typical nerd.

And Eddie, well he wasn't having much either. He noted that Grace was acting a bit different than when they started dating. She wasn't being as fun and talkative with him.

He momentarily thought about the movie he was going to see with Jerry. Would seeing a movie with Jerry be more exiting than coming here?

Jerry.

His best friend popped up in his brain as guilt rode into his stomach. He remembered the movie they had been talking about for months. And when they finally managed to get tickets to the premiere, he ditched Jerry. His best friend. He couldn't even imagine how the movie was going as he would be filled with regret.

What Eddie didn't know was, that his best friend was closer than he thought.

He looked around awkwardly, staring at the people dancing in the center of the area. Eddie's foot swung back and forth under the table as Grace rubbed her eyelids and yawned tiredly.

"I'm going to go get a drink." Grace broke the silence while standing up and pushing her chair back while standing up.

Eddie responded with a casual nod.

Grace maneuvered her way through the crowd making an effort not to bump into people. The lights were barely illuminating anything as everything seemed so dark and everyone was pushing and bumping into her.

Next thing she knew, she tripped, and was on her way to the ground.

All until someone saved her from falling to the ground and breaking her face.

Phew!

"I'm so-" Grace stopped herself mid-sentence when she came across the face of the person who saved her fall. His dark orbs widened like dinner plates, very similar to hers actually.

All Grace thought was, her night just got a whole lot better.

Grace straightened her dress once again before clearing her throat.

"Jerry?"

Kim reached out for the bottle of Mountain Dew. A pink, plastic cup half-filled with perfectly squared ice cubes in her left hand. She looked at the variety of food placed on top of the white cloth that covered the table. Mouth-watering pizza with a pool of grease that met at the middle. The red drink was the center-piece of the table as little pieces of fruit floated around it. They also had little containers of Doritos and Frito's. A set of foam plates and napkins at the end of each side of the table.

The blonde was about to grasp the soda until someone else beat her to it.

"Kimberly Crawford?" A familiar voice said in shock.

She lifted her head to find a familiar light-brunette with cold cerulean eyes and long, flashy eyelashes that curled against them. She had red lip-stick smeared all over her plump lips. Kim looked at her head-to toe. Her blue skirt barely covered anything as it stopped right below the butt. Her black tank-top that was clearly two sizes too small as it.

It nearly disgusted Kim at how much disrespect she had for herself.

At least Kim was wearing decent clothes. She had on black denim Jeans up to her calf and a purple blouse with floral pattern that perfectly fit perfectly against her torso and a black short-sleeved cardigan. She had on her purple ballet flats with a golden bow in the middle. Her blonde hair was slightly curled

"Donna!" She faked a happy tone to her voice and an excited expression.

If it wasn't obvious, Kim had always hated Donna. Ever since she met her in the third grade. They had this hatred between each other. Donna had always been the "It" girl who stole every girls' boyfriend. And she had always made fun of Kim since they were little.

It got to the point were Kim started avoiding Donna and trying to ignore any high school Drama that went in her way.

"So, are you here with someone?" She asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

That's were Kim panicked. She couldn't tell her she was here with Jerry as she would laugh in her face. Honestly, Jerry wasn't a very good price to be with.

"Umm... Well, I'm here with-"

"I knew it, you're alone." She cut her off while smirking.

"Guess who I'm here with." She said proudly.

"Who?" Kim asked while shrugging her shoulder

"I'm here with-"

Donna was cut off by a loud voice coming from the stage. Kim and Donna both turned their heads to look at a young man who looked in his early twenties that used to be mixing the Cd's and putting the music. He had a gray Hoodie with a purple t-shirt and a pair of baggie jeans.

"Hello everyone! And welcome to The Spring Bash!" The Dj claimed."

"Tonight, we have someone very special singing. He was nice enough to take our offer and play in our Spring bash today! He's one of the most popular teenagers in America!"

Suspense filled through the crowd as Kim wasn't paying any attention at all. All until she heard those two words that made her heart skip a beat. That name that ate Kim's insides.

"Jack Anderson!"

There it is! Chapter four. And the longest chapter I have ever written with 5,390 words! Yeah! I tried really hard on this one even if it was really boring and really bad. I'm so sorry! The next chapter though, will be so much more dramatic and exciting! I promise you.

Sorry if there were any Grammatical errors, I rushed through this chapter. If you see one that bothers you too much, tell me and I'll fix it.

And maybe two certain people will become a little more friendly with each other ;)

I just need your opinion. Do you guys think Jack and Kim should see each other at the Spring Bash? Or have Kim just leave?

Please tell me in a review!

Anyway, I have an idea for Julie and Milton but I don't know if it's going to work out.

I am also open to any ideas you have.

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P.S: I'm also planning on writing a Jack/Kim/Brody Triangle, so keep your eyes open if I do publish it.

Life is not a matter of milestones, but of moments.

~Gabby