Okay, almost 2 months since I've updated this story. You can effin' kill me now. *Shuts eyes.* Wait, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR NOT UPDATING THIS! I've been soooooooooooo busy lately, and I've never gotten around to updating or publishing anything, so you haven't seen me around lately, unless I'm reviewing cause of course, just cause I'm not writing doesn't mean I can't read other fanfictions! Right? I hope soo...

Anyway, I'm back with a new chapter of Yours Truly, The Girl Who Can't Rock Red! This is kind of short…cause I want the Kick kiss to happen already! And I'm pretty sure you guys want it to happen ASAP too…lol, I feel like I'm reading the story more than writing it right now…anyway, without further ado, here it is:

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin It', The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes and Ryan Tedder or whatever else seems familiar to you in this chapter.

P.S. There will be some more language in this too…and I'm feeling like writing another story…does anyone have any ideas? PM me or if you don't have an account, put it in the reviews and I'll check it out, kay? Thanks! I'll be adding Marge The Lunch Ladie's POV too because she watches a lot of stuff happen in the cafeteria but no one ever focuses on her...so I thought "Heck, why not?"

Lol, sorry for the super long wait, but school started...first month and couple days done already! I'm a Grade 7/8 split(I'm in Grade 7) and I have no friends from my class last year in my class this year except for this one kid in my class, but he's a boy...but I have a few friends in the class :) And I still see my other friends at recess and lunch since I can go to their classroom to eat, so I'm content.

All and all, the month was great! Plus, sorry if this chapter sucks like crap...:(

Now on with the story:

Plus, I've rewritten this chapter a few times to make sure it's good enough so you'll forgive me for not updating in so long. Hope this chapter's enough :) Plus, I don't remember if I ever mentioned the school's name, but it is Seaford High, just like in the tv show. This chapter is different than my timeline, and this chapter takes Friday night, after the Red day. Though it might not make sense, this is how I imagined it to be. The Kick kiss will be the friday night of the talent show, okay?

Kim had always thought coming to Seaford was going to be good for her. A new start, away from Naomi. But whenever she slept, she'd always wished she was in England with her mother, as monsterous as her mother's boyfriend was told to be. But she'd always remember how she'd finally seen her father, having broken off contact with him years ago. But somewhere in her brain, a small, quiet voice told her there was someone who would upset her to extreme extents. At first, she'd thought it was Donna, but as much as Kim wanted to believe her, it was Donna's nature. She acted that way to everyone, not just the blonde. So that knocked her stepsister off the list. Leaving Kim to go through many people, ranging from any stalker on the street to her very own father, which was possible, but made no possible sense. He had seemed thrilled when she'd come, so how was it possible he was secretly trying to ruin her life? Maybe Ashley, or as she wanted to be called "Veronica" since it's the newest trendiest name. But even "Veronica" didn't have the ability to rub off her evilness on people, as much as it would have pleased the redhead to extreme extent.

Of course, she never turned to the most popular people in the school; that was her last resort. Normally, people would have chose those people at first, and though Kim seemed normal, that word was far from the definition of Kim. She was the kind of girl who liked to do science experiments when she was bored, her test usually ending up in an explosion that luckily was silent enough, no one except her heard it. Though it left a stain or two on the fuzzy green carpet in the blonde's room, the stain would disappear soon enough. Soon enough for another experiment to be conducted without causing the stains to become permenant, forever ruining the prized carpet given to her by an aunt who had passed away at the mere age of 25 due to a rare kind of cancer that ran through the family, depending on the DNA. Luckily, the aunt was on her father's side, so she never had to worry about her mother getting it, but it worried her about her father's health. She always pestered him about getting excercise and eating right in case the disease somehow fell into his bloodstream, choosing to show up anytime soon since it hasn't yet.

Her father would reply with a simple "Of course Kim. I'm doing my excercise. Now please leave, I need to sort out some files for tomorrow, and you know how sucessful my business is, so I couldn't let its star quality recommendations cease to exist, now would we?" and shoo the blonde out the door of his office, putting his glasses on and running a hand through his slightly grey, but still mainly dirty blonde hair, noting something on a piece of paper, the writing too small for even Kim to be able to see. Of course, if she wanted to see. The time for that to happen hadn't come yet, so she felt no need to do that, but nonetheless it worried her whether her father was keeping his word. He usually did, but then again, he never had to keep his word unless it was to a worker of his or someone coming to check on how the business was doing and if anything was needed to be done. Almost like advice, which Kim's father greatly accepted. But he'd never had to keep his word to "Veronica" or Donna, so Kim wondered if he was just lying, which she wouldn't be surprised if he did, since he was a wonderful liar. Unfortunately, she got most of her mother's lying genes, which were scarce since her mother always told the truth, but luckily she'd gotten some lying genes from her father so she could pull off a lie, but not very well. But it came in handy at some points. But she'd always blush after, as if she was hiding something, which she sometimes was if she needed to lie. And at some points, she'd blab out the truth, but sometimes she wouldn't.

But she'd found out he wasn't when she'd been overhearing her father and Veronica's conversation one night after dinner. She was supposedly cleaning the living room while Donna was upstairs, painting her nails she'd always gotten out of chores since she'd always complain of "her hands aching from sports" when the only sport she'd done was the sport of texting, if someone ever chose to make a sport out of something so silly and pointless, which was sometimes what Kim thought about it when she was banned from doing it for some weird reason. Yet, she'd chosen to listen to the conversation in hope of something to answer any questions that might pop up sometime in the future. So she'd been peeking into the kitchen, careful not to make any noises that would give her away. Luckily, Kim had been successful, but she'd been disappointed with her father's dishonesty to her, considering she'd put so much faith on her father which instantly disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Tom dear, we need to talk." Veronica had started, her red hair in a fancy bun. She'd been out with a few clients in hopes of wooing them, winning them over before her rival company snatched them like a teenager stealing a lollipop from a baby, which only a cruel person would ever dare do. But then again, Kim had known a few people who would do that, without feeling guilty at all. They'd just ignore the baby's cries, happily licking the rainbow coloured treat that they thought they were too old for, but secretly loved dearly but never dared eat it in front of anyone who had a blabber mouth and tell anyone and everyone at school, leaving the person humiliated. But the picture would never get released. Getting back, Veronica had a "I can't believe you" look on her face, which she only put on in rare occasions, since she usually had botox. But she didn't get it as often, complaining about how she felt too uncomfortable when she had it, and her boss didn't approve of it, since their rival company's workers did it often and it would never impress their clients, or soon to be clients once they devised a plan to lead in tons of people.

"What is it Ashley-err, Veronica. Make it quick because I need to make a phone call as soon as possible and it needs to be done before 8:00 since the person will be out at that time. Is it about Kim again? If it is, then cut her some slack. She's having some difficulty with the move still, and I feel like we're giving her a hard time." Dad sighs, tapping his foot and eying the clock every few seconds as if the world was going to end in 5 minutes if he didn't make his phone call. No duh, she rolled her eyes, the laundry basket still in her hands. She quickly tossed all thoughts out of her mind as her dad continued. "If it's about Donna, she's your daughter so I want you to deal with her, okay? Now can I go? I can't keep my fellow business man waiting for too long. I need to call him in at least 4 minutes or less," He rushed, his face become slightly sweaty as he eyed the clock again, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. It seemed as if he was waiting for something to fall out of the sky rather than just having to make a call soon. "My whole career depends on this call."

"Tom, you can wait. Fraser won't mind the least bit if your call is a few minutes late. He's a very forgiving man. After all, it's your health we're talking about here." Veronica took a deep breath, her vision slightly blurry, as if she was going to cry. Kim had never seen Veronica like that, though she'd only known the redhead for less than a quarter of her life. "Why didn't you tell me about your near stroke?" Kim's ears perked up at those words. Her father never told her about that.

"Veronica, I don't know what you're talking about...now I need to go. Can't we leave this conversation and continue it some other time? Fraser may be very forgiving, but I can't leave him hanging nonetheless. I have an important meeting tomorrow, so I won't be available the whole day." Tom pleaded to his wife, but she shook her head, tears threatening to spill from her grass green eyes. She refused to forget about this conversation, especially when Tom's days were limited from this point on. Meanwhile, Kim was furious. Her dad was supposed to take her out to the ballpark to watch a game and then go out for ice cream, watching a movie in the evening since they hadn't done something like that since the blonde was a little girl. How could he just blow the whole day off like that? Kim had been looking forward to it for weeks, and now it all of a sudden disappeared? Who would she hang out with tomorrow? Donna would never dare put her reputation on the line by hanging out with her "dorky stepsister" and Grace was going fishing with her grandfather and staying at her cottage for the weekend.

"You know what? Forget it! Forget about your near death experience! Look Tom, I was trying to care for you, but you're making this harder than it's supposed to be! Just leave. Go make your stupid call and leave me the hell alone!" Veronica screamed, tears streaming down her face as she pointed at the door, her hand trembling. She wasn't good at handling these kind of situations so she would just try to dismiss the issue and person, which in this case was her husband for 10 years. "Just leave."

"Veronica, I-" Tom started, even though he knew it wasn't going to work, but tried anyway. He hated seeing his wife like that, though he never seemed to become upset when he fought with Naomi when Kim was a kid. His eyes nearly filled with tears thinking about his little girl as a 5 year old, her hair always in pigtails and all curly. She always wore pink then, usually dresses. But now it seemed like she never wore pink since her best friend as a kid died from child abuse, and his favourite colour was pink, even though he was a boy.

"JUST LEAVE!" Veronica yelled louder. Tom sighed and nodded his head, walking to the door of his office, opening it and slamming it shut. Kim emerged from her spot, dropping the laundry basket on the ground as Veronica ran over to her, wrapping he arms around Kim's petite figure. "What did I do wrong Kim? What did I do?" She choked out, wiping away tears with the back of her hand.

"Nothing Veronica, you did nothing wrong. If anything, I did something wrong." Kim whispered, hugging her stepmom. Veronica needed her more than ever, and Kim didn't plan on leaving her alone and crying. She'd never seen Veronica so broken, and Kim felt torn seeing her like this, especially since Veronica never acted like this. It came as a shock to her.

"I'm sorry Kim, I'm sorry I acted like this to you. Can you forgive me? Cause I don't think Tom will." The redhead whispered, gripping Kim tighter.

"Of course."

"And Kim, it might be hard for you, but call me mom, okay?" Kim smiled at Veronica's words.

"Of course mom." Veronica hugged Kim even tighter, causing the blonde to choke slightly but ignore it, hugging her stepmom back. She never called Naomi mom since Naomi never liked the term, stating it was too clingy and commiting, but it seemed as if Veronica didn't mind one bit. And Kim was happy to see that, so she hugged Veronica until she let go, walking up to her room. She thought she heard someone call out her name, but she shook it aside until she heard it again. Turning around, she saw Veronica on the top step, smiling slightly. She saw her mouth "thank you." Kim smiled back and mouthed a "your welcome" and started to head into her room, but stopped. Walking to where Veronica was descending down the stairs, she tapped her stepmom's shoulder.

"Veronica, as weird as this may sound, dad blew off a whole day where me and him were supposed to hang out, so I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me instead. You know, if you're okay with that and available." Kim bit her lip after asking, expecting Veronica to laugh and say a cruel "no." But instead, she smiled.

"I'd love to Kim."

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Monday morning sunlight creeped in through Kim's window as her alarm went off, The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes and Ryan Tedder played, waking the blonde up. Thoughts of Ryan creeped through her mind, his pained face flashing through her mind as his father slapped him repeatedly, right in front of the girl's eyes. Then thoughts of Friday's talent show showed up, causing a lightbulb to go off in her head.

She was going to sing. She was going to sing for Ryan and for anyone else who ever experienced anything like her childhood black haired, blue eyed friend had gone through. She was paying tribute to him, even though he wasn't living anymore. Jumping out of bed and running to where her laptop was, she opened it and turned it on, looking at the lyrics for the song. Memorizing it, she got ready for school and put her ipod earbuds in her ears, putting the song on shuffle and listening to it as she skateboarded to school.

Her weekend with Veronica went surprisingly well, the 2 having lots of fun. Veronica seemed like a nice person now, her eyes always sparkling instead of blazing. It amazed Kim how different her stepmom was now, but she was happy. She could finally have a mom who spent time with her, Naomi always being busy with something to do other than spend time with her daughter. Donna had even joined it, making sure no one was around. By the time the day was over, Donna had returned to her mean, self-centered self.

Then memories of Ryan came back.

Ryan...

The fighter.

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Friday night came quicker than Kim expected, but she was ready. She was currently backstage, watching Donna jump around and sing off key to Christina Aguilera with Demi and Amelia, wearing tons of pink from head to toe. In Kim's opinion, her stepsister looked more like cotton candy with glitter glue and legs on it rather than a human being, but Kim would never say it to her face. She knew better than that. As Donna finished off, the crowd started laughing, with a mix of clapping since everyone knew if they didn't, Donna would make their lives terrible. As she exited off the stage, she walked up to Kim and whispered "You're toast." in her ear before laughing meanly and walking away. Kim squeezed Nick, Ryan's cousin's hand.

"We'll be awesome Kim, don't worry." Nick was 20, so he'd already graduated Seaford High. The principal had allowed him to sing the rapping part in the song since he knew Kim would have a hard time with it. Kim was singing the chorus, having loved that part in the song the most. She was singing for Ryan, and she felt great.

"Alright, I think we're up now." Kim smiled, fixing her silver shirt/dress and black skinny jeans with pink ballet flats and a silver top hat. Ryan had loved the colour pink since he thought it symbolized hope. Pink was the colour of the ribbon on Kim's birthday present that Ryan had managed to buy without his parents knowing. But they found out and beat the boy to death that night. Kim cried to sleep that night, watching the ambulance take Ryan to the hospital, even though he was already dead. She had tied the ribbon on her wrist today so Ryan was still with her. Nick walking first on stage, Kim followed him. The crowd gasped as they saw the blonde on the stage. They never knew about her singing talent, so it came as a shock to them seeing her on stage.

"Hi everyone. My friend Nick and I will be singing The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes featuring Ryan Tedder in honour of my childhood friend Ryan who passed away due to child abuse. And kind of for me too, cause I've dealt with a lot of bullying, but I'm still staying strong. And for all of you, especially Jack, I'm a fighter, and so was Ryan." Kim choked out the last part, but refused to cry. Clearing her throat, the music started playing and Nick started into the first verse, Kim bobbing her head as Nick started rapping the first line.

Just waking up in the morning
And to be well,
Quite honest with ya,
I ain't really sleep well

Nick continued, the crowd cheering for him. When he finished the verse and started on the bridge, Kim knew she was coming up soon. Taking a deep breath as Nick finished the last line, she started singing, the crowd going silent as she opened her mouth. The words came out easily, just liked she had imagined them to come out as, all her emotions being mixed into her voice.

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

The crowd did nothing yet, but Kim continued until her turn was done. Once she belted out the last line, the crowd started whooping, causing her to smile. Nick briefly smiled at her, starting on the second verse. Kim started bobbing her head again, the crowd clapping along as Nick finished off the second bridge, signalling Kim to sing the chorus again. Belting it out again, she gripped the mic in her right hand as she tilted her head, nearly sinking to the ground. The crowd cheered louder.

Looking at the back of the crowd, Kim saw Jack...laughing at her. Her blood boiled, and she knew the special part was coming up. As she continued singing the chorus, she jumped off the stage, landing on the gym floor easily. Everyone cheered and held their hands out. Kim held her left hand out, touching other people's hands as they part way for her. Once she was near Jack, she finished the last line before Nick started singing his last part.

Everybody put yo hands up
What we gonna do (hey!) [x4] y'all?
What we gonna do (hey!) [x3] y'all?

If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up)
And when your bones can't take no more (c'mon)
Just remember what you're here for
Cuz I know Imma damn sure

Once he finished, rain started pouring, making everyone wet. The crowd started cheering even louder as Kim started singing the last chorus, the rain flattening her hair, but she wasn't fazed. She was inches away from Jack, singing her heart out. Jack stopped laughing and just stared at her in awe. Shooting him a glare, Kim flipped her hair and turned around, walking back and singing the chorus, jumping back on stage as Nick added extra "oh's" as she sung the chorus with all her heart, throwing the mic in the air. People started getting scared, trying to avoid it. Running towards the edge of the stage, Kim jumped in the air, grabbing the mic and doing a flip before landing on the ground, starting the last few lines of the song.

'Til the referee rings the bell
'Til both ya eyes start to swell
'Til the crowd goes home,
What we gonna do kid?

Sinking to her knees, Kim finished the last line of the song, dropping the mic onto the stage. She smiled widely as people started cheering and whooping loudly. Hugging Nick, she laughed as people started shouting "encore" and gave a thumbs up before grabbing the mic and jumping off the stage with Nick, him and her singing the song over and over again as they jumped around and sung with everyone.

Everyone except Jack and Donna.

Okay, I'm a bit pleased and a bit disappointed with this chapter. Sorry if a lot happened in this chapter. I absolutely loveeeeeee the song The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes ft. Ryan Tedder and I was actually listening to the song while I finished this chapter up. I tried to make it as long as possible for you guys, and the kick kiss will still happen in chapter 12. I made up Ryan Gomez, Kim's childhood friend. I came up with his story idea while listening to The Fighter. And Veronica is nice now! Yay! I know I lied about the timeline, but I wanted the story to go this way, okay?

Anyway, read, review and recommend! I changed my pename to Cry-Cause-Of-A-Lullaby and I'll be changing it to This-One-Is-A-Fighter, just to let you know. PLUS, SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE, I'm thinking of changing the story name to Red, Red and More Red, but I'm not sure. Do you want me to keep the same name or change it? Let me know in the review section. BYE!

Staying a fighter,

Hiruthika