Ay Caramba
A/N: Wow! 63 reviews? You guys rule! WHO RUN DA WORLD? FANFICTION REVIEWERS! *Attempts to dance like Beyonce* … Okay moving on..
So some are confused, thinking that KICK happened. Well, it didn't.. It's too soon. However, they both know that they like each other and well, let's see how it plays out..
By the way, there is an important A/N in the end. Make sure to read it.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It.
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Kim's P.O.V
Days have passed since the dance. We haven't exactly talked about it. Hell, we barely spoke, and that is worrying the crap out of me. Everyone's been realizing it, and they were constantly pestering me about what happened between us. I honestly don't know myself. He's been so distant lately, always excusing himself from the table because he needs to make an 'important phone call'. This was so unlike him, then again, I haven't seen him in 6 years, 6 long years.
But, I realized something, he's has been looking really pale and tired nowadays. It's like whenever someone calls his name, he freaks and jumps around. Is he expecting someone? Or maybe.. avoiding someone?
He can't be avoiding me, right?
He looks so.. so anxious, so scared.
But Jack's never scared. What's scaring him so much that's making him tired, anxious and distant?
What is he hiding?
Jack's P.O.V
I can't believe it.
I just.. No. I refuse to believe this crap. It's complete bullshit!
But they showed me the evidence. It's all there. The bodies, the blood, the gun.
It all pointed to me.
I killed them.
I know deep inside that I would never commit such crime. I would never even give it a slight thought. But who's gonna believe me? My parents? Ha! They have never been in my life, I bet they'd sell me to the police instantly. Or maybe they'd send me to a mental hospital. My friends? All the people I know in Chicago turned against me, the only friends I have are the ones living in a small home in Spain.
There is no way in Hell, am I ever going to tell them.
I shuddered, goosebumps appearing on my arms. I remember that day clearly, as if it was yesterday…
(-Flash Back-)
I propped down on the uncomfortable stools in this cheap bar in Chicago. The bartender, who's also my friend Paul, came to me and asked for my order.
"Some vodka or gin or crap.." I said, with a cold scowl on my face. I just couldn't believe she just did this to me. And I can't believe I came to the place where she works.
I'm not even drunk yet and I did a stupid mistake.
"Woah Jack, seems like you had a rough night." Paul said, as he prepared my drink. "Had a tough time with your fiancée?" Pointing to my right hand, where the ring was placed.
That gold ring on my finger felt useless, a real waste of money. I viciously removed the ring and tossed it to the other side of the bar. I couldn't care less about her anymore, she's the one who decided to cheat on me, she's the one who took all my money, she's the one who brainwashed me from keeping contact from friends in Seaford. From.. from Kim.
Oh Kim.
How could I have let Donna in? How did I let her control me like this? How did I even love her to make her my fiancée?
I chugged my alcoholic drink angrily before setting it down on the table. The alcohol burned my throat and warmed when it reached my stomach. A wave of nausea hit me. Who cares? With a brief nod, Paul refilled my drink. Paul was the only person here I really trust. I told him about my past in Seaford, my friends, Kim… He always knew what to say, he was basically the older brother I never had.
"Look Jack, I heard what happened between Donna and you and- "
"Wow, news travels fast around here.." I said, with an unenthusiastic eye roll.
Paul ignored my comment, "She cheated. I get it. But I'm.. well, don't get me wrong, but I sorta expected it." He said sheepishly. "I was surprised when you proposed to her. I thought you were drunk!" He said, trying to make me laugh. I remained motionless. He cleared his throat and continued. "She isn't worth it buddy, sure you guys were together for 2 years, plus if you throw in high school you make it about 6 years in total, but I wouldn't give much crap about it. It's her loss. Donna's the biggest bitch in the world! Even bigger than the Kardashian sisters combined! I thought you, from all people, would have known that."
I groaned in response, and slammed my head on the counter, earning stares from the local bar-goers. I didn't care anymore. All I wanted to do is get drunk and forget the pain. Hell, I don't even know why I'm hurting. It's her loss, like Paul said. I drank another cup and placed it carelessly on the counter, Paul automatically refilling it.
"Jack, remember, you're going to Spain in 2 weeks. You're gonna see your old friends again. Your real friends. And.." Paul stopped momentarily, before smirking teasingly at me, "Kim.. The girl who 'captured your heart and made you feel things you never felt before.' He said, quoting what I said a few months back. He let out a brief chuckle. I smiled. I forgot about the Jerry's wedding. I'm gonna finally see them again. My smile grew bigger.
I'm gonna see Kim again.
"Well, Paul I gotta go. I have to prepare for my trip. Goin' to Spain in 2 weeks.. Don't wanna look scruffy and disgusting at my best friend's wedding, eh?" My voice, still burning from the alcohol, managed to stay cheery.
"Good luck bro. By the time you come back, I expect you to be married to Kim. Or I'm gonna beat the Rudy outta you." He said with a playful glare.
I laughed, I told him about the time Rudy turned into this wrestler. That story always managed to make Paul laugh hysterically. I left the bar with a smile. Donna no longer occupying my-
Spoke too soon.
"Jack! Help!" She cried. I rolled my eyes, she's a good actress, she's probably trying to capture my attention. But this certainly did.
"Shut up, bitch!" A hoarse yet familiar voice boomed in the abandoned alley ways near the bar.
I made my way to the ruckus, where as I approached, I saw a bloody Donna struggling to stand up, and a man twice her size beating the daylights out of her. I immediately jumped in, and blocked the punch that was about to hit Donna. I kicked him, punched him, did everything I could do – considering I was a tad bit drunk to defeat him, but alas, he proved me wrong by bringing a gun to the fight. He was about to aim at Donna, who was failing miserably at standing up and balancing herself. My hand reached the gun, attempting to snatch it from him, but his grip was too hard. We found ourselves moving back and forth with gun cradling in our bloody-stricken hands. Unfortunately, his fingers found its way to the trigger and shot.
Bang.
One bullet fell on the dusty ground, creating a little puff.
Bang.
Another bullet fell.
Bang.
The last bullet dropped, as well as the mutilated body of Donna Tobin.
And the man who killed her.
Brody Carlson, died with her.
I stood there, shock was all I felt. The gun in my hand began to feel heavy. And realization fell on me like falling bricks.
She's dead. He's dead.
Two lives wiped from the face of the earth.
"It's not my fault." I murmured as I dropped the gun. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" I screamed at the bodies laying below me.
I saw a woman on the terrace above me, her eyes wide, the size of grapefruits, her mouth shaping a horrifying 'O', she was about to scream, her face was paled to the extreme.
I ran.
For the first time in my life, I ran from my problems.
(- End of Flash Back-)
I sat there, on the porch, not realizing that I was sobbing, or the fact Eddie, Milton and Jerry were standing in front of me, with their eyes wide open.
"Jack! What's wrong?" Eddie kneeled down beside me.
"Jesus, Jack! Are you okay? You're scaring the carbon monoxide off of me!" Milton exclaimed.
Jerry remained quiet. After a brief silence, Jerry broke it by saying in a deep, serious voice, "The police called and asked for you. I told them you weren't here at the moment. Mind explaining why I have the police ringing my phone asking for the best man at my wedding?"
They know I'm here.
I'm screwed. I'm going to jail.
"I didn't do it. It was accident, I swear! He controlled the gun! I was trying to disarm him.." My voice became loud and angry. "But I… I failed.." My tone softened in shame and guilt.
They froze. They stood there staring at me. I prepared for the insults and shameful glances. But all I received was hugs.
"Can you explain what happened, Jack?" Milton said, his voice however, showed he was cautious and alarmed.
I nodded hesitantly. I explained to them in details what had happened. From the conversation in the bar, to the shooting in the alley ways, I also told them about the lady who saw the scene unfold.
Silence.
"I – We.. Believe you. If you didn't do it. You didn't do it." Eddie said, as he patted my back reassuringly.
"Well, yes, I suppose. You will, however, need a good lawyer. I know a colleague, who's brother is a 'top-knotch lawyer in San Fransisco. I could give him a call, and see what he could do.." Milton said, shrugging at the last bit of his sentence.
I turned to Jerry. He just shook his head and said, "Ay caramba.. Let's get your name cleared."
-A/N: So what did you guys think? I actually enjoyed writing this. Things are getting interesting, eh? Tell me what you guys think in your reviews, I'm sorta worried about what you guys would think : / But oh well.. Guess we'll see soon!
Sorry if the flash-back was too long. I didn't really know what to do there, as I was uninspired while writing this chapter.
Okay, I'm starting school on Saturday. So I will only be able to update on a Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. And maybe I won't update for a week long. So, I'm apologizing in advance.
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