(A/N: Hey people of the the fanfiction world!

Cat is back!

So...kick shippers will love, love, LOVE this chapter. Pinky promise! I really want to get to it so prepare yourself for an author's note at the end! Kay, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' it. I do however, own Sam.)

Kim's POV

After a restless night, I drag myself down to the Bobby Wasabi dojo at 6:30 a.m. I had been thinking about Jack's weird reactions and how distracted he was.

Did he know Sam? I ponder, Or did he just use to know someone named Sam?

I shake my head and pull my bag inside.

Might as well practice. I think, sauntering towards the dummy.

Punch. Kick. Jab.

Punch. Kick. Jab.

What does he know?

Punch. Kick. Jab.

Punch. Kick. Jab.

Was it something I said?

Punch. Kick. Jab.

Punch. Kick. Jab.

Sam is my roommate; I can talk to her then.

I stop the pattern and roundkick the dummy in the head. "Ha!" I grunt as I strike it once more. Then, I pull my leg up and axe kick down on the head. My flexibility from cheerleading helps with this. My workout keeps going. I throw a couple punches, bash the stuffed head with a twist kick, and practice some elbow strikes. "Hiya!" I yell as my elbow collides with the fabric.

"You know," a voice behind me starts," You don't have to take out your anger on the poor dummy."

"Would you rather me take it out on you, Brewer?" I retort as I spin on my heel to face him.

Jack narrows his eyes. "You okay?"

A sigh escapes from my mouth. "Yeah, I just...couldn't sleep. I was thinking. You know, trying to clear my mind."

He nods understandingly. "You wanna talk about it?"

I shake my head. "No, it's alright."

I exhale and set myself down on the mats. Jack does the same. I keep my eyes toward the ground, plyaing with my fingers.

"So..." I ask. "Are you excited?"

He grins but then purses his lips into a straight line. "No, it sounds awfully boring..." The brown-haired boy recites, mimicking the kids from Swathmore Academy. I roll my eyes and Jack pulls on his grin again. "Yeah, I'm excited!"

I smile and focus on my hands again. Jack's hand settles on top of mine for a second, but he pulls it away as I look up at him.

"I'm bored." He complains. "Wanna play a game?"

"What gmae?" I ask.

"Um...how about I'll ask you a question, and you answer truthfully. Then, you can ask me one." I nod. This is the perfect time to find out if Jack has the same feeling for me as I have for him.

"You go first." I encourage. He twists his mouth into a tight smirk as he thinks. "Uh...What's your secret guilty pleasure?"

Thinking about you, I think. Well, I can't say that. I choose a different one, one that I haven't told anyone about.

"Eating a lot of junk food." I blurt out, a red blush of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks. Jack frowns at me instead of laughing, which was what I expected him to do.

"Kim, you're not worried about your weight, are you?" He inquires, carefully choosing his words.

I stare at the ground, guilty. I don't answer, but he understands.

"Kim, you're beautiful the way you are." He tilts my head up, forcing me to look into his eyes. His words ricochet around my head. Beautiful. A small smile creeps onto my lips.

"My turn..."I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiles.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to think of a good question.

"What are you most afraid of?" Jack purses his lips, deep in thought.

"I'm afraid of losing the people I love. My family, the gang, you..." A suttle smile settles on my and his face.

"My turn." Jack comments. "What do you like least about yourself?"

How madly in love I am with you, I think.

"My quick temper." I answer. "I think people don't like me because of it." I frown deeply, but Jack starts grinning a really goofy grin.

"I think it's cute when you're angry. That is, when I'm not the one you're angry with." Jack comments, earning a playful punch to the arm from me.

"What's your biggest pet peeve?" I inquire.

"When people ruffle my beautiful, bouncy hair..."

"What, like this?" I reach up and ruffle his hair with my hand.

"Kim!" He yells. "I'm gonna get you for that!"

I bounce up and dash around the dojo as Jack tries to catch me. Finally, he does and takles me. We both crash to the ground laughing. Wesit up once we've calmed down and start our game again.

"What do you love most about me?" Jack questions, smirking.

I shoot him an are-you-serious look. He just grins.

"You can't choose, can you?" He adds, waggling his eyebrows. I roll my eyes.

"How you're not afraid to stand up for others." I notice Jack glance down at the bracelet he never takes off quickly before looking back up. We're silent until I ask my question.

"Jack, who do you like?"

He opens his mouth to answer just as I hear, "This is total swag, yo!" and the entire gang burst through the doors, cutting Jack off before he can reply.

Crap! I exclaim inside my head. I was so close!

"Hey guys, what it do?" Jerry says nonchalantly.

Jack and I look away. Our moment had been ruined.

"I'm sorry, were we interrupting something?" Rudy adds.

Jack answers before I can respond. "Nah," he says as he stands up, brushing off his pants. "We were just waiting for you guys." Jack offers his hand and pulls me up.

"So, are you ready to go, Rudy?" I inquire. Rudy nods.

"Here are your tickets, before I forget." Rudy hands out our airline tickets. Jack and I immeadiately check to see if we are by each other. Turns out, we are right next to each other. We both grin.

"Let's go!" Rudy chimes. I grab my bag and walk out, leaving all my doubts behind.

(A/N: Chappie 4! I hope y'all enjoyed your MAJOR KICK MOMENTS! I know I enjoyed writing them, haha.

Anyway, if you didn't know already, I am a 2nd degree black belt in Taekwondo, so that's why I know all these weird moves like a twist kick. It's not what it sounds like. Anyway, please, please, PLEASE REVIEW! I spent 3 freaking days writing this chapter and perfecting it. Give me some incentive to keep writing the next one...ehh?

Till next time my fabu readers!

Cat is out!)