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Chapter 4: Locker Neighbors

Jack's POV

So we went through the whole day.

Kim is in all my classes, Jerry is in everything but French, and Grace is in most of my classes too. And since my last name starts with a B and hers starts with C, we always sit together too! Kim is actually not that bad to most people, she's actually really sweet and nice to them. I guess I'm just not good enough for her then, at least in her mind. I just have to prove it to her.

I walked past the bathrooms on the way to my locker. A flash of blonde hair walked in front of me.

Looks like Kimmy has to go somewhere too. But not without saying hi to me first!

I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her slim waist.

Kim's POV

I was walking to my locker when I suddenly felt a pair of warm, muscular arms wrap around my waist. It felt...nice. I didn't want them to let go.

Until, of course, my mind registered the fact that some random unknown creep was hugging me. I elbowed him in the stomach hard...and hurt my elbow. Wow, some dude has nice abs!

"Ow, Kimmy! That hurt." Yeah sure it did. It was obviously Brewer. I elbowed him again.

"Ow! What did I do now?" He whined.

"Well, you hugged me, called me Kimmy, and talked to me." I stated.

"Well aren't you quite the feisty thing?" He said. "And I think you're enjoying the hug." I knew he had that annoying smirk on his face.

"Ew! Looking at you is already torture. Why would I like you touching me?"

"I don't see you struggling." Oops. Well it was a nice feeling, but not nice enough.

"Look Brewer, I have someplace to be, so please let go of me."

"And what might this place be?"

"My locker, which I won't ever reach, unless you let go of me."

"I'll come with you then." Was this dude crazy? No, I don't want him knowing where my locker is! What if he steals something?

"No. Let go of me NOW."

"Well if you won't let me go to your locker, I'll just bring you to mine."

"No way, Brewer, I'm not going to your locker. Let me go. Now." I was really starting to get frustrated with this dude.

"Now, who said it was your choice, Kimmy?" He smirked. Wait, what could he mean by that? Suddenly, I felt his arms tighten around me. I was being lifted up into the air.

Jack Brewer was carrying me.

"Put me down!" I shrieked/whined at him.

"Give me one good reason, and I'll put you down." He was significantly taller than me, so I couldn't step out, and elbowing him in the stomach did nothing but hurt my elbow.

"Well I don't like you touching me." Okay, I couldn't come up with anything. And I actually did like him touching me, so I was pretty much lying.

He somehow repositioned me so that his arms were supporting my legs and I was leaning on the side of his chest. I grabbed onto him.

Jack looked at my face and smirked. "Yeah right. You know, you have to be the worst liar I have ever met. And I know a lot of liars, trust me."

"Oh yeah? Why would I be lying?" I said nervously.

"Come on blondie. You wrapped your arms around me. What happened to, 'Ew, Jack Brewer has cooties so I won't touch him!'" Okay, so he actually had half a brain in that pretty little head of his.

"I don't trust you. With those muscles, you could probably throw me across Seaford. So if I go, you're coming with me." He just laughed. It sounded genuine...and almost melodic, too...but with Jack Brewer, you can never tell.

"So, you think I'm muscular?" Ugh! Why do I keep doing this?

"Um...just put me down already, Brewer." I squirmed, trying to get him to let me go.

"No, no I don't think I will Miss Crawford." I glared at his annoying smirking face. Seriously, what is it with him and that smirk!

"Are you ready Kimmy?" He looked at me with those big, chocolaty brown eyes. I could practically look into those all day...except they were laughing at me!

"Huh? Wait, what?! Oh my god Jack what are you doing!" I clung to him as he sprinted down the hall. I heard him laughing as he rounded a corner. We are going to die. We are SO going to die.

"JACK STOP WE'RE GOING TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE AT FIFTEEN! I NEVER GOT TO GET OUT OF SCHOOL AND GO TO COLLEGE AND GET A JOB AND HAVE KIDS JACK ONCE YOU KILL ME, I'M SO GOING TO MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP SO STOP RIGHT NOW!" I screamed at him, my eyes tightly shut, and me scared for my life.

He laughed then suddenly stopped. Like, stopped every thing he was doing all at once, suddenly distracted. I took advantage of the opportunity and squirmed out of his grasp. I punched him in the arm. Hard.

"Ow! Blondie, you can really punch! What belt are you?"

"So no apology?! I'm so leaving."

"Oh, so if I apologize, you're going to stay with me? Alright then, Miss Kimberly Crawford, I am deeply and truly sorry from the depths of my heart and I am begging for your forgiveness." His face was serious, but his eyes laughed at me.

"And what are you apologizing for?"

I had to make sure.

"For your attraction to my irresistible, gorgeous, incredibly hot body." He smirked. I punched him once more before walking away.

Once I got a little farther, I realized he was following me.

"Brewer, don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Yeah. I'm heading there right now."

"Well stop following me!" I reached my locker.

"Don't flatter yourself." He opened the one next to mine. (A/N Shoutout to swagmasterlol for this idea! Thank you!) Wait...the locker...next to mine...no! A whole year next to him, plus all those classes. Could this get any worse?!

"So, you want kids before you die, huh? I can arrange that." Jack smirked at me.

"Oh...just shut up. I'm done talking to you."

"No, we have that project for music, remember? And that won't work out if we're trying to sing." Ugh! What is wrong with this dude?!

"Fine. We'll just finish that early so I can go back to never talking to you."

"You just met me today. There's nothing for you to go back too."

"Just give me your number."

"I knew you would ask at some point. You just can't resist all this!"

"For the project, you idiot." I punched him again.

"Whoa! Blondie's a little abusive today!" He scribbled his number out on a piece of paper. His handwriting was really neat, even though he scribbled it.

"See you later Kimmy." He winked, then turned and walked off toward the exit.

I rolled my eyes. Who exactly does he think he is? Some sort of god or something?

I closed my locker and walked away.

So that was chapter four...it was sort of weird. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I wrote that, but I hope you understand it somewhat. I hope you all liked it! So please review!

-Nick (I'm a girl, to those of you that didn't know, but my brother calls me Nick. And one of my friends, to make fun of my brother calling me Nick. For some reason, people aren't very happy with the name I was given when I was born. :P )