Letters To Juliet
By Triple Driple
Chapter 3: Reminiscing the Past
Rating: T
Contains: Violence & minor expression of emotions (nothing too extreme!)
Disclaimer: I am only a fan of the show, I do not own anything!
A/N: I'm back! I told y'all to check for updates daily. Sorry about the last chapter… again it was short and cliffy. I promise to make this one a bit longer:
Chapter 3: Reminiscing the Past
"Watch where you're going," I shouted rudely as I caught sight with the bloke's face until I realised whom I was talking to…
"Me?" The girl from earlier, Blondie questioned with a growl "Dude if you need an optician then I can surely get you one through one phone call!" She said angrily
"Is it my fault that you keep bumping into me every time we walk through this hallway?" I asked
"Well if you'd use the eyes your momma gave you then you'd watch where you're going Johnny-no-eyes!" Said Blondie
"It's Jack," I corrected her
"Did I ask for your ID?" She said "I don't flipping care! Next time just watch where you're going."
"What if I don't?" I said threateningly
"I will pop those eyeballs out for you," She threatened
I scoffed, who does she think she is, the Hulk—such a small girl acting that threatening? "Please? Is that a threat Blondie?"
"One… it's Kim, call me Blondie again and I will hurt you. Secondly, that wasn't a threat—it was a promise." She glared at me, narrowing her big brown eyes at me before walking off.
"What a douche!" I told myself as she disappeared again. It was then I remembered that I still had her binder. This day keeps on getting better and better doesn't it?
XXxxXX
I was back at home doing a first day's worth of homework. Fun, right? *scoff*. Math, History, Chemistry and English that take about an hour each due tomorrow, not even the teachers back at my old school gave us this much to do. I opened up my laptop on my desk and installed in the web cam. I needed someone to talk to in order to stay sane.
I saw Brad online and dialled him before he answered "Hey man." Brad said
"Hi Brad." I replied
"So how's Seaford?" He asked
"Don't ask man," I said with a sigh
"That bad?" He asked with a low whistle "Tough stuff bro."
"You have no idea and I've only been here two days." I complained
"What happened?" He asked
"Firstly, my dad is same old same old." I said
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked me and I glared at him before he held his hands up in defence "I'm kidding man. What else?"
"Well secondly… the teachers here are crazy like my health teacher Ms. Appleby!" I said
"There's a teacher named Appleby?" Brad asked dumbfounded "By the guess of the name she must really like apples."
I rolled my eyes at his statement. "Thirdly, there these students are all up in my face."
"Who?" Brad asked
"Some nerd Milton and a crazy blonde chick who keeps lashing out at me," I told him
"I don't know about the nerd but that blonde must want some." Brad smirked at me and I glared at him shaking my head
"No, she doesn't want some. Well… she wants some so that she can beat it to death but she doesn't want some. Besides, you know I have a girl." I reminded him
"Right, Kels." He said nodding as I saw a bit of guilt flash through his eyes. I tilted my head slightly and ignored it. "So… how long do you think you'll be before your back in San Diego?"
"I don't know man, hopefully soon." I sighed
"Alright man, I'll catch you later." He said
"Later man." I said before disconnecting. I never knew I'd feel like this but right now I feel… empty.
XXxxXX
It's been two days ever since I've been in Seaford and it's been stranger by the day. I still have Blondie's binder and I'm still a loner who the teachers have started bugging to mingle with other kids. I was bored that afternoon after school and went out to the beach (by the way… my dad's house was just nearby, go out the backyard gate and you're there.)
I kicked my shoes off and began to watch the waves; this reminded me of training once with my grandfather. He took me out to the beach when I was 10 to teach me lesson on how the waves and the water can help you with learning karate.
Flashback
I fell back into the floor with a loud thump, groaning as I looked up at my grandfather. "You hit me too hard!" I complained, I was 10 at the time and had no idea what real hard was.
"Jackson, I wasn't even trying." He told me calmly
"Yes you were." I moaned as I stood up, pouting at him
"Jack, you weren't paying attention." He told me
"Yes I was," I pouted and he laughed at me. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny."
"Actually it is," he said "I told you to try and defend yourself by being aware of your opponent's next move."
"But that's too hard!" I stomped my foot childishly at the ground
"No its not," Granddad shook his head
"Can't I just kick the guy til he knocks out?" I said performing a dragon's kick attacking an invisible opponent and he shook his head at me.
"You do not always have to attack, Karate is a form of self defence is to be used for defence mechanisms only." He said
"Like pepper spray?" I asked and he nodded "But how do I predict a person's next attack?" I asked
"Have you ever noticed how the waves move?" He asked
"The ones in the sea?" I said as he nodded and my face lit up "Tons! I even try to guess which direction they'll go in next."
"That's what you have to do to person to in karate." He told me
"I do?"
"Yes, you do."
"How do I do that? You can see the waves but you can't see a person's mind or know what they're thinking of… unless you're a mind reader." I said getting a bit too excited.
"No Jack, you have to study a person's patterns… study their facial expressions and get into their heads." Granddad said
"How do I do that?" I asked
"I think its about time I take you on a field trip." He said to me and I looked up at him.
Afterwards he took me to the beach and I watched as the waves moved across the ocean, already trying to guess which direction they'll move in.
"Do you know the reason why water is unpredictable at times?" I looked up to my granddad and shook my head "This is because the water in the sea is free. It's moved by winds and it is light to go with it. Do that with you're thinking, be moved by your feet and go with your mind… it is never wrong."
"Never?"
"If you feed it with positive thoughts and reactions then it is never wrong. When sparring, don't let your muscles be too tense or else you won't be quick enough to move. Don't let you muscles be too free or else it'll be hard to anticipate an attack. Again… don't be too negative when sparring, think of a positive outcome and not a negative one." he told me "Do you understand Jack?"
"Yes Grandpa." I nodded
"Good, now shall we get to work?" He said and I got giddy and pulled him for us to get in position and our spar began. That was the day I learned how to be free and move with my gut.
End of Flashback
I smiled and realised that for the first time in days… no, months, I actually smiled at something that reminded me of Grandpa. I then took a stance before starting to train. It's been practically months since I trained and it felt good to be back in sync with karate again. That was until my dad came out.
"Jack," He said grabbing my attention as I stopped sparring
"What?" I said coldly
"Well, I have some guests today and I want you to be there." He said
"Why?" I cocked an eyebrow at him
"Because I want my boss to meet my son," He said
"And?" I asked knowing this wouldn't be the end to it
"She has a teenage daughter who is in the same grade as you. She likes martial arts like you do too and I think she'll be a good influence on you." He completed and I rolled my eyes.
"When are they gonna be here?" I groaned in frustration
"In a couple of minutes, they live next door so it won't take that long." He said
"Then I'll stay out here." I said returning into my stance
"Jack please." He begged "I just want us to get along."
"Then take me to a baseball game or go bike riding with me, meeting your boss and his or her daughter won't help." I said
"Jack… this is also in case there's a problem and she's the only one to help out." He said
"Fine." I groaned as I stepped back into the house with him and settled on the couch before the bell rang.
My dad answered it and I heard him greet them as he called me out to come meet them. I stepped into the doorway to meet them, I smiled at my dad's boss and turned to my boss's daughter and my eyes widened.
"Kim Crawford?" I questioned silently