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"Wait." I mutter, my eyes still shut. "I'll give it."

I can hear them discussing, so I squint my eyes a little.

They look at me, and nod their heads in victory. "Come on little girl, hand it over."

"Let go of me first." I say, without an expression on my face.

"You think we're stupid? You'll run off."

"There's four of you, one of me. I'm outnumbered. How stupid do you think I am? Do you really think that a helpless little girl like me, would be able to overpower all of you?"

"We've seen what you can do. You're no ordinary girl." One says, rubbing his arm.

"You have a knife, I have an injured arm. What could I do?" I ask, clutching my arm in pain.

"She's right. We could just finish her right now, but what would we gain from that? We'd just end up in jail again." Another guy whispers to him.

"Yeah, she's got nothing on us." They agree.

I smirk.

"Okay, blondie, this is what we're going to do. We remove the knife, you hand us the bracelet, then we'll probably let you leave. Don't try anything fancy." He smirks, but then raises an eyebrow.

I hold my arms up in defense, and roll my eyes. The man takes the knife from my throat, and holds it by his side.

I raise an eyebrow, and look down at the knife. He takes a step back, and I fake a smile.

"Give." He says, holding his hand out.

"You want it? Take it." I exclaim, throwing it on the floor, and three of them chase after it to fetch it.

If I had to do that to survive, at least I'm still alive.


One of the guys that is still here, looks at me, with a smirk growing on his face.

"Pleasure doing business with you." I sarcastically smile, trying to push past him.

"Not so fast." He chuckles, pushing me back against the wall.

"W-What are you doing?" I ask, holding him back. "I gave you my bracelet, let me go."

"It's not the bracelet I want." He grins, and I raise an eyebrow in confusion, so he continues. "You."

"Er- what? No." I stutter, as he moves in closer, and holds my arms behind my back, my face on the wall. Now this is where those self-defense classes come in handy.

I elbow him forcefully in the stomach, and he grasps his body in pain. After he's weakened, I turn around and use my knee to hit him in the groin. He cowers down onto the floor in pain.

Now's my chance! I push past the remaining men and escape that alley. I run and run, until I see three men starting to catch up with me.

I chuckle as the men get out of breath, although I'm still not sure where I am. I keep running until I slam into a large, hard object.

I look up to see a huge man.

Crap. I almost got away.

He grabs me by the back of my neck, and pushes me into an alley. I sit on the floor, hugging my knees. There's no escape. I'm going to die.

The four men from earlier catch up with us, and the man who I attacked speaks up.

"Alright you little b-" He starts, but turns around when he hears a voice.

"Kim!" I smile as I hear the familiar, yet relieving voice, shouting. I turn around and smile. I never thought I'd be so relieved to see Jack.

Better late than never.

He runs up to us, then angrily demands "Let her go."

They turn around and chuckle before the creep cockily sneers, while shoving him. "What are you going to do about it, little boy?" Oh, no he didn't.

Jack smirks, which causes one of the thugs to throw a punch at him. His quick reflexes result in him catching the punch in the palm of his hand, and saying. "Okay, you probably shouldn't have done that."

He does a mixture of different kicks and punches, perfectly blocking each punch and kick.

After a while of hiding in the corner trying to recover, I decide to help him. I don't want him to think that I actually need his help.

I fend them off for Jack, while he fights the strongest.

It's really hard, because of my wound, but I can still kick them really hard, especially in the gut. That was always my favorite place to kick.

I'm pretty sure that he now knows that I'm not an orange belt.

Out of defeat, they scurry off with my bracelet, like the rats they are. Wait, no. That was an insult to rats.


Jack and I high-five, pleased with our success.

"Not bad for a girl." He smirks.

"A girl?" I raise an eyebrow at his sexist comment.

"I guess that you're not an orange belt" He chuckles.

"Black belt, actually." I smirk. His jaw drops.

"Are you serious?" He asks, with wide eyes. I nod, then he continues, with a smile "You're the only girl that I know who's a black belt. That's pretty cool."

I smile, before I ask, with a huge grin on my face "Did you follow me here?"

"You didn't think I'd let you go down there by yourself, did you?" He asks, and smirks at the fact that he made me blush. I cover my cheeks with my hands, and start to walk away, and he follows me.

Why did I blush? Because I most certainly do not like him.

"I could have done it without you, you know." I tell him, as we reach exit the alleys, and go back into the natural daylight. I hold my injured arm again. I should probably get this stitched up.

"No, you probably would've got hurt more than this." He replies, un-zipping his jacket, and wrapping it around my wound.

I smile at him, then he cockily asks. "What do you say?" Are we going to do this again? No.

Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his neck and I hug him, before saying "Thanks for saving me, Brewer." His eyes widen. I totally caught him off guard. One point for me. His chest feels so warm, and his body is so toned and muscular- 'Kim! Get a hold of yourself!'

Why am I hugging him? I suddenly become aware of what I'm doing.

I let go immediately, and push him off me. He smirks.

It was just a quick 'thank you' hug. He must be so full of himself if he thinks differently.

"Uh- I've gotta go to the hospital to get this stitched up." I say rushing off, before my cheeks could turn a million shades of red.

"Wait, I'll come with you." He insists, but I decline, keeping my head down.

"No, I have to go to my friend, Grace's house later." This makes him smirk, probably because he saw how red I had gotten, then he says "Oh, okay. I'll see you later, then."

And with that, I say "Yeah, Bye." and rush off.

Why did I hug him? Why did he make me blush, twice?

I've only known him for like a day, so I couldn't like him. Anyway, he was a jerk, and I don't even know him that well.

No, I'm just feeling many different emotions, because of the shock of the thugs in the alleys...right?


After I get my arm cleaned, stitched up, and bandaged, I put Jack's jacket on and go home.

The nurses kindly removed the stain, although it was not that noticeable because the jacket is a dark color. It's really big, but it's so warm and cozy. Plus, it covers the bandage. I do not want my family to see it, or they'd ask loads of questions. I guess I'll be wearing long sleeves and sweaters for a while.

I open the front door of my house, and my family ask me where I've been. I explain how I got detention because I was two minutes late. Emily also hates Mr Young, and my Dad said that he'd have a word with him, but I successfully persuade him not to.

I grab my history work, and stationary. "Is it okay if I go next door to work on a history project with my new friends, Grace and Julie?" I ask Mel with puppy dog eyes. She's a sucker for these eyes.

"Sure, but be back by nine." She replies. "

Thanks!" I cheer as I run out of the door.

I close the door, and walk to Grace's house, which is next door to mine. This is the huge house I saw when we moved in yesterday.

I walk up the steps, and ring the doorbell, nervously playing with my hands. Her family is probably really high-class because they are definitely rich.

I get ready to smile, wanting to make a good impression on Grace's rich and presumably high-class family.

The door slowly opens, to reveal an annoyingly familiar figure.

Jack Brewer.


How was it? I don't have much time, so I had to cut it short. I'll make it up to you with an extra long chapter 10. I'm sorry for leaving you with a cliffy last time, I know that you hate them. Would you call this a cliffy? I really don't know.

It's Friday, wooo! Do you have any plans? My weekend will consist only of studying, because I have exams next week. I'll try my best to update ASAP though! Please review, I'll try to update quickly.

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