Bonjour mes amis! It's Tinypoomps back with Chapter 7 of NWIS! Thank you guys for all the reviews, I asked for 5 and got over 10! Yay! 5 more reviews for this chapter please? Also, special shout-out to the user that guessed the episode that Aunt Charlotte was in, Swords and Magic! The user was ILoveKickinIt, she's great because she guessed it first! For everybody that guessed it correctly, you guys are awesome too! Here's your virtual unicorn! Anyways, enjoy!

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT END OF CHAPTER; MUST READ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

Chapter 7: Locked In

Jerry P.O.V.

I was heading to Grace's cabin, we were going to brainstorm KICK ideas. On my way there, all I was thinking about was Grace. Her beautiful, silky long brown hair, her amazing eyes that twinkled everytime I looked into them, her lean body... just thinking about her made me drool. But she would never be my girlfriend. Stupid Brody had to serenade her before I got the chance... Dude, get some guts and bump up your swag to get the girl!

I reached Grace's room door, and before I could knock, the door flew open and revealed Grace. She took hold of my arm and dragged me into her room, not saying a word. She threw me onto her bed and stood in front of me. Damn, is this girl strong!

"Did anybody see you?" she asked.

"No, the hallway was empty." I replied.

"Good."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to a small desk. She motioned for me to sit down, and I did.

"So, I was thinking that we could plan a din..." she was saying. I was trying my best to listen to her, but her looks mesmorizing me. I ended up looking directly at her lips, watching the way they moved as she talked. Oh how I would kill to have those lips against mine...

"Jerry! Swag-master! HELLO?" Grace yelled. I finally snapped out of my trance and looked into her eyes, paying careful attention now.

After about 10 minutes of brainstorming/daydreaming, we heard a knock on the door. Grace got up and casually walked to the door and opened it.

"Brody!" she exclaimed. Wow, speak of the devil...

Brody came inside with Grace on his tail. He spotted me and sent me a glare.

"What is HE doing here?" he asked.

"I could ask the same about you." I said while trying to hold back my anger.

"Well, I'm here to spend time with MY girlfriend. You wouldn't know what it's like to miss your girlfriend so much, you know, since you don't have one." he said with a light smirk. I had my hands wrapped into tight fists, so tight that my knuckles turned white.

"Well, Jerry can get any girl he wants, he just has standards..." Grace said, trying to defend me.

"Whatever. Why is he here again?" Brody asked, he was started to get irritated.

"Oh, we were just working on a project, that's all." Grace said - well, more like whispered.

"What kind of project?"

"Oh, just trying to hook-up two of our friends..." she trailed. I looked at Brody, then back at Grace. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brody grin and turn to face Grace.

"Well, to set up true love, you should know what true love feels like." he tells Grace. And then Brody does something that I wish he'd never done.

He kissed Grace, right in front of me.

And it wasn't just any kiss, it was a kiss full of passion and lust. Grace went along with him too, which broke my heart. I got up from my chair and stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut to signal that I left. That bastard...

Grace P.O.V.

Brody came to my room, and at the worst possible time. Jerry was there too. I welcomed Brody, but deep down I was really worried. You see, after Brody got me to be his girlfriend before Jerry did, they haven't been the best of friends. Well, they weren't friends at all.

Jerry and Brody were talking, and Brody was practically rubbing it in Jerry's face that I chose him. Why did I choose him if I like Jerry? Well, at the time I had a crush on Brody. But then I started hanging out with Jerry, and he's just - like - amazing! I would break up with Brody, but I know that he really likes me and I don't want to break his heart. After daydreaming about what would happen if I broke up with Brody, and also joining their conversation to defend Jerry a few times, I felt a pair of lips crash into mine. By instinct, I automatically responded, letting all my feelings go. I heard a loud slam from the door and I pulled away to see who exactly I was kissing. It was Brody, and at that moment, I had realized what he had done, mostly because Jerry was gone. He used me to get Jerry jealous.

"What the hell?" I asked him.

"What?" he asked, playing dumb.

"You used me to get Jerry jealous!"

"No! I didn't! I just wanted to show you how I felt!"

"But in front of Jerry? Of all people? You know he still likes me!"

"But babe, don't worry about him. Who cares about him? It's just you and me now..." he whispered while pulling me towards him.

"Oh, let GO of me you bastard!"

"But Grace-"

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yelled while pointing to the door. He looked at me with a shocked expression, and I threatened to lunge at him. He ran out the door, because he knows that I can and WILL hurt him. I got changed into some different clothes and bolted out the door to find Jerry. I'm so sorry Jerry!

Jack P.O.V.

I carried Kim all the way to an excluded room-or should I say cabin-off campus. I opened the door, and set Kim down on a couch against one of the walls in the room. It was a wooden cabin, not too big but not too small. There was a black desk in plain view as you stepped inside, a couch across from it. There was a door behind the desk, leading to another room. There also was a coffee table taking up the space between the desk and the couch. Bobby Wasabi posters were hung up all over, the man that lived here was a hard-core fan. I was walking around, observing my surroundings even though I've been in there many times before. After about 20 more minutes of just thinking, I hear Kim groan. I look in her direction, and I realize that she's beginning to wake up.

Kim P.O.V.

I slowly open my eyes from sleeping and look around. I was in a wooden cabin that was decorated quite nicely; the furniture complimented the room, and the various posters of Bobby Wasabi hung up on the walls made me giggle a bit. Why am I here? I look to my left and spot Jack, his intense stare directed at me.

"Jack... Where am I? And more importantly, why are you here with me...?" I wondered aloud.

"Oh, well we were in dance class and you fell asleep on my shoulder. So I picked you up and took you here, away from commotion so you could sleep." he calmly explained while sitting next to me.

"Um, thanks, I guess..."

"So, how do you feel?" he asked.

"I'm fine. My head hurts a bit, but other than that I'm in tip-top shape. We can go now." I politely said while standing up.

"Nope, I don't think so." Jack said before pulling me back down to the couch by my waist. When he touched me, I swear I felt something, but I ignored it and reluctantly sat back down.

"What?" I asked.

"You said that your head was hurting. We're not leaving until your headache goes away." Jack demanded.

"But - well - ugh, fine. Who lives here anyways?"

"Rudy Gillepsie, the principle." Jack calmly said.

"Jack! You snuck me into the principle's office?!" I yelled with clear frustration.

"Correction; I snuck you into the principle's CABIN," he replied with a smirk.

"Omg, Jack, if we get in trouble, I am definitely blaming YOU!"

"WELL then... anyways, since we're here, tell me some things about yourself." he stated.

"Why should I tell YOU, hmm?" I questioned.

"Because I actually care. And I'm a nice guy, right?" after he said that, I started wondering. Not about the 'nice guy' part but about him caring to get to know me. Thinking about it, nobody really KNEW me. I was just another friend, one that people liked to have around because of my looks or my popularity, or THEIR popularity. I thought about it once more, and decided to open up to Jack.

"Ok. Well, my full name is Kimberly Anne Crawford, I am 16 years old, my birthday is August 5th, and I'm from Tennessee. I'm a second degree blackbelt in karate, and I am a cheerleader. My favorite color is blue, my favorite singer is Olly Murs, and my favorite school subject is math. Anything else?" I finished off.

"Yea. How many boyfriends have you had?" he asked in a monotone voice with a serious expression on his face. When I saw his expression, I hesitated at first, but then decided to answer.

"Well, back home, I had two best guy-friends. One named Trixie and one named Brady. On July 4th, Brady told me that he liked me and that he wanted me to be his girlfriend," I paused and looked at Jack. His jaw was clenched and his gaze was directed towards the floor. He was tense, and there was so much tension in the room, so thick, that it could be sliced with a knife. I decided to continue despite his features. "I agreed to be his girlfriend, at the time I had a huge crush on him. But after a month, we decided that being BF and GF was a bit too awkward; especially since my parents and his parents didn't get along. So we broke up, but we're still really good friends," I finished up. I glanced at Jack once more, and he was sitting up straight, his gaze still directed to the floor. But instead of clenching his jaw, he had a light smile on his face. Does he like me...? No, that can't be right... maybe?

"So, what about you?" I quickly asked, trying to change the subject. Jack now looked directly at me, and I saw a sparkle in his eyes, like a little kid walking into the biggest candy store. Like he's been wanting to tell me his life since the first day we met.

Jack P.O.V.

I was listening to Kim tell me about her past boyfriend, and I was dieing inside. I don't even know why, but the thought of Kim having a boyfriend - that WASN'T me - got me extremely upset. But when she mentioned that she broke up with Brandon or whoever that guy was, I couldn't help but smile.

"So, what about you?" Kim asked. I looked at her with passion in my eyes, I wanted to tell her everything. But can I fully trust her yet? I'll wait just a little longer...

"Hmm..." I started. "My full name is Jackson Antoinne Brewer, I am also 16, and my birthday is July 13. I am from California and I am a third degree blackbelt in karate. My favorite color is red, my favorite singer was and still is Micheal Jackson, and my favorite school subject is lunch." I said with a playfull smirk at the end.

"Wow..." she said, her eyes full of amazement. I smiled when she said this, she's such a kid...

"So how many girlfriends have you had, huh?" Kim asked while raising her brow.

"Oh, you REALLY don't want to know... after all, I AM a player." I said, my smirk growing bigger. "Does your head feel better?"

"Yea, just about. Let's go!" she exclaimed.

We strolled to the door and I tried turning the knob, but it wouldn't budge.

"Jack, open the door please." Kim asked.

"Um, Kim?" I started.

"Yea?"

"I think we're locked in..."

CLIFFYYYYYYYYYY!

So, how was it? Sorry I haven't updated in like a week and change, I'm not going to lie I've been incredibly lazy... But anyways I know you guys are like why the hell does she keep putting important authors note at the end? Yea I admit it's annoying. But this one is TRULY important... so if y'all know the writer jackandkimforever, you'll know that she makes AMAZING stories. I was reading one of her stories, I think it was Can't Get You Out Of My Head, but I realized that in the story Jack is in a bet... over a motorcycle. Which is the exact same thing that I wrote about. I want to say that I am EXTREMELY sorry, I didn't realize that I copied you because that story was made before this story was made. Again, I'm so so so sorry I honestly didn't mean it. But hey, great minds think alike, right? So since that issue is cleared up, can you guys give me something to bet over? LolXD but REVIEW PLEASE! I will try to update every week or if I have the time twice every week.

Stay Beautiful, Tinypoomps XD