Hey guys, so a lot of your reviews were saying you're confused? I'm sorry :(

But that's where it gets interesting. Please wait. And a lot of you were also

asking if this is a Kick story, yes it is. Please tell me how you get confused

with it? I mean, their names are Kim and Jack. It's just really different. I made

it different. Sorry if you guys don't like it. :(

Anyway, do you guys remember the part where Jerry and Milton confessed

their feelings for Mika and Julie? Well, I didn't show how they got together

because I forgot. Sorry, guys. But they did end up together. And the reason

also why I didn't show it because I'm just trying to focus on Jack and Kim's

relationship, not confusing you guys any further. Okay, enough with the talking,

haha.

Chapter 7

(Kim's POV)

I came home after buying something and then I spot Jack and Grace chatting on the table. Actually no, more like flirting.

Me: Jack! You're hitting on my cousin again.

Jack: Kimmy, no. She's my girlfriend now. (He said excitedly)

*Grace giggles while Jack was holding her hands*

Jack: Isn't that cool?

I've never felt such an awful feeling. It hurt so much. It felt like something stabbed my heart.

Me: Uh yeah! That's cool.

I hope it wasn't so obvious that it's not cool when I said that.

I felt like I was going to cry.

Me: Yeah, it's Jack and Grace now.

Mika: Oh its a new love team. Hmm, their nickname would be…Gack? *giggles*

Julie: Stop it, Mika. It's not a good news.

Mika: Sorry.

Me: Nah. It's not even surprising. I mean, Grace is way prettier than me. Well, obviously. I do know that I'm not even pretty.

Julie: And who said that you're not pretty?

Mika: Come here, Kim. Follow me.

*In front of the mirror*

Julie: Is this the thing that told you that you're not pretty?

Mika: This girl in the mirror is so insecure.

I just faked a smile.

Julie: You know, you're beautiful. But you're hiding it.

Mika: Hiding your beauty with a baggy t-shirt, snapback and basketball shoes.

Me: But I've always been like this.

Julie: Why, is it too late for a change? Is it too late to change yourself to something you really want to be?

Mika: There's a chance, Kim. You can get Jack.

Me: No, there's no more chance. I've already lost. Grace won.

Julie: You've already lost? But the battle hasn't even started yet.

Me: Do you think your make over would be effective on me?

Mika: It would if you cooperate with us.

So, are you in?

Julie: Or are you out? *smiling*

Me: *nodded nervously*

Mika: Don't worry, Kim. We've got this.

The next thing I know, they're starting the make over.

They started with my hair. They took off my snapback and took out my messy half pony tail half bun.

Mika: Um, Kim, you should ask for a hair tutorial sometimes you know *smiling sarcastically as she struggles to take the elastic out*

Anyway, I've already thought of ideas. (Excitedly)

Julie: Ah, I'm so excited.

The next thing, they brought me to the salon.

Mika: Kim, we're going to get your hair shampooed and blow dried here, okay?

I just nodded.

After the process, I looked myself in the mirror.

I was so shocked. I looked different. I looked a lot like my mother.

Mika: So, um, Kim, use this lotion everyday, okay?

Julie: Wait, we're going shopping, girls!

So yeah, we went shopping. I really didn't know what to get, of course. So Julie and Mika helped me out. Well, I guess I can say I did a little too much shopping.

Surprisingly, I actually enjoyed it.

(Jack's POV)

*At the basketball court*

Me: *did a lay up*

Did you see that? (excitedly)

Grace: Uhm, sorry. I was just uploading some pictures of us on instagram. Go do it again! Smile! *took a picture of me*

Wow, honestly, Grace takes a lot of pictures. All she does is take pictures all the time.

So I took her phone and gave her the ball.

Me: Here, try to shoot this in the basket. This is how you shoot *did a little preview*

Okay, right? Right. Shoot it.

Grace: Um, Jack, you do know you're wasting your time? You know sports just not my thing, right? *smiles* sorry.

She wanted me to do another lay up. She started cheering.

Grace: Go, go, go, go, go, Jack! *cheerleader mode*

Me: Umm, nah. Let's just go home.

Okay, so first of all, I better get used to Grace's girly-ness. Honestly, it's so weird. She doesn't like basketball at all. Basketball is my life. This is gonna be harder than I expected.