A/N: Hey hey hey! Another chapter? Hell yes! So, you all liked the dance scene. I'm glad you ship Jerry and Kira. Should we call them Jira or Kerry? Tell me which one you like the most! I really liked writing this chapter, that's why you have it already up! Sooo, I'll leave you all to read it. Hope you like it! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' it or any other registered brands that may appear in this chapter.


Chapter 12

Scary rides

KIM

"Where's Jerry?" She asked.

Jack simply shrugged. "He said something about skipping first period. What about Kira?"

"Her mum wanted to talk to her, so she'll be driving her to school."

"Okay then, so just the two of us. Lets go." And with that, he jumped into the passenger seat. Kim rolled her eyes.

"Don't get use to that." She got in and drove off to school. The ride wasn't awkward, at least not as much as when they started riding together. When they got to school, they parted ways, each going to their respective lockers. After collecting her things, Kim went to Maths and saw Kira already there, doodling in her binder.

"Hey there stranger."

Kira looked up and smiled. "Hey. How are you? Sorry for leaving you alone with those two, but you know my mum."

"It's okay. And actually, it was just Jack and I, Jerry skipped first period." Something flashed through Kira's eyes when she mentioned Jerry, but it was gone just as fast as it came.

"Wait! You were alone with Jack and you both are still alive?"

Kim laughed. "Yeah, well. It was a fairly short ride, so he didn't have time to bother me much."

Before Kim could ask her about Saturday, Mr. Brenam came in, and both girls started paying attention. Though Kim didn't forget about the issue at hand.

'You're not getting away that easily Ki.'


Kim hadn't found the chance to talk to Kira about the weekend. Every time she would try to bring the subject up, they'd get interrupted. But now they were on their way to lunch, and there was no way out of it.

Kira was walking backwards, telling Kim about how Nate had tripped over her skate in the morning, and that's why she didn't see a very specific latino, who seemed pretty distracted himself, walking her way. They bumped into each other.

'Oh shit. There's gonna be blood.' Kira turned slowly, ready to scream at whoever had bumped into her. Kim prepared herself to jump in at anytime and avoid unnecessary deaths, but she didn't have to.

The moment Kira saw who she had bumped into, the anger faded away from her face.

"I'm sorry...that was really clumsy of me." Jerry said, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't look mad either. He looked...nervous?

"It's okay, I should have watched were I was going." Kira said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jerry nodded and left for his table, leaving Kira there in some kind of daze.

"Okay, what was that?" Kim asked, clearly confused. Kira looked at her, an innocent look plastered on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh no, don't play dumb with me Ki. You bumped into Jerry, and not only does he apologize to you, but you apologize to him. So spill it sister."

"It's nothing."

"Kira..." Kim said warningly.

"On Friday, we decided to stop the war until the show it's over, otherwise we won't be able to have those damn choregraphies done. That's it."

"Oh. Wow." Kim said, startled. "Well, you did the right thing. Don't forget you two have a duet to perform."

Kira's expression changed at the mention of the duet, but Kim was already heading to their usual table, and didn't notice at the time.


JACK

"Uhm Jerry?" Started Milton. "What happened back there?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Man, you bumped into Kira and you didn't yell at her." Said Eddie, obviously shocked.

"Nor did she yell at you." Pointed Julie.

"So out with it Jerry. Why didn't you start WWIII?" Inquired Grace, her eyebrow risen, daring him to talk.

"Ehm, on Friday we...got to an agreement. Not fighting until the show is over, so we'll both make it alive." He said, nervous.

Jack was startled. No, he was way more than that. "You guys made a truce?" He asked, disbelieving clear in his tone.

"Yeah, well, it'll only last two weeks. Then we're back to hating each other." Jerry shrugged.

Jack decided to let it go. After all, it was probably the best. He wanted the show to go great, and if those two killed each other, there would be no show at all.


KIRA

She was a mess. After the kiss on Friday, she had done nothing but think about him. How he looked so carefree when he was dancing, or how he would frown when he was focusing on a certain step. The way his hands held her, making her feel safe. The way his lips moved against her own, and how she should have stopped him and she didn't because, honestly, it felt so damn good to cut it short.

The problem was that she wasn't supposed to be thinking like that. She was supposed to be disgusted by the mere thought of them sharing a room. She should be thinking in ways to make his life miserable, after all, they hated each other, or so she thought.

Right now, she was in the gym, waiting for him, though she wasn't so sure he would show up. She was about to start picking her things up when the sound of sneakers on the floor caught her attention. She turned around and found the latino that had been invading her mind the whole weekend standing there.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi." Insert awkward silence here. "Um, lets get started, shall we?" He nodded and she went to her iPod, and they started going over the group choregraphies.

She was starting to get frustrated. He kept mixing up both choreos, or he would skip steps, and it was driving her insane. The thirteenth time he screw up the same step, she got fed up.

"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"We've been doing the same step for half an hour and you keep failing. Which is funny because you're the one who suggested that step the other day. So, c'mon, what is it?"

"It's nothing." She rolled her eyes.

"Listen, if this is for the kiss, I-"

"That kiss shouldn't have happened."

"Well, it wasn't like I started it."

"That doesn't matter. It was mistake. It can't happen again."

Now she was hurt. "A mistake? You didn't seem to think so on Friday."

"I'm done with this conversation. Hit the play."

"Excuse me? This isn't over until I say so. I lied to my best friend this morning, so we're talking about this right now!"

"Don't you get it?!" He asked, throwing his arms in the air. "We hate each other! We weren't supposed to kiss!"

"Oh I get that. What I don't get is why the hell you hate me! I never did anything to you. So tell me. Why huh? Why do you hate me so freaking much?!"

"BECAUSE YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME!"

"What?"

"Kim was my sister. She's the girl I've cared the most in my life. And you took her away from me. Now we don't even talk to each other. Heck, we even fight! And it's all because of YOU!"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!"

"Oh, it isn't?!"

"No! I didn't take her away from you! She wanted to leave!"

Jerry's expression went from anger to confusion to hurt and betrayal. "What?"

"She needed to get away from you. I'd tell her that maybe we could all hang out together but she wouldn't have it. I never intended on taking her away from you. But she was the only friend I had, and if she didn't want to be with you, I wasn't about to force her into it."

Jerry leant on the wall and slid down until he reached the floor. "So all this time I've hated you for something that was never your fault?"

She sat down beside him. "Pretty much. But it's okay. You were hurt."

"No, it's not okay. I've done and said a lot of stupid things out of hate and I didn't even have a reason to hate you!" He got up and started pacing. "I'm so stupid!"

She got up and tried to calm him. "No you're not. I said it's okay. I get it."

"No you don't! All this time I've been pushing aside my feelings because I was so sure I needed to hate you! And I've been mean! And I almost got you expelled! And I-"

She went up to him and kissed him square in the mouth. At first he was shocked, but then he melted into it, his hands resting on her waist, bringing her closer. It wasn't a hungry kiss like the last one. No, this had so much more meaning. She pulled away from him, and looked him in the eye.

"That's passed. Don't think about it okay?" She smiled at him.

He kissed her quickly, which made her smile grow bigger. "Okay. Now what? Are we like, dating or something?" He asked, hesitantly.

She sighed and separated from him completely. "I don't know. There's the fact that I don't date. I just don't do relationships like that." She saw him frown and quickly added. "But I'm willing to give it a go. With you." He grinned at her. "And then, there's Jack and Kim."

Jerry sighed. "They're not gonna like this."

She snorted. "You think?" He laughed.

"So, do we keep it a secret?"

"I don't know. Kim's my sister, I don't wanna lie to her."

"Yeah me neither. Bro's don't lie to each other."

"Why? Does the Bro Code say it?" She asked sarcastically.

"How do you know about the Bro Code?" She looked at him funny and started laughing.

"You're definitely something else Swaggie." He smiled and winked at her. "What if we keep it from them just a couple of days? Until we find a way of telling them without getting killed."

"Okay. Lets keep it until Sunday. The next morning we go public, got it Queen of hearts?" He teased.

"Got it. Now c'mon, we gotta practice. Get your head in the game."

"Jeesh Kira. High School Musical much?"

"All I can hear is your jealousy of Zac Efron."

"Really? Why would I be jealous huh? He didn't get to do this." And with that, he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She sighed into it.

'Yep, I can get used to this.'


JACK

"And why isn't Kira coming with us today?"

"I don't know. She just told me to leave without her." Kim shrugged.

"Well, Jerry isn't coming either. I guess I do have to get used to riding shotgun Kimmy."

"Okay. First, no you don't. Second, don't call me Kimmy or I'll push you out of the car while it's riding." She got into her seat and turned the ignition on, but the car didn't start. She tried again, but still it didn't make a single sound.

"Great. The battery is dead. Way to go Bruce." He said.

"Hey! Don't blame this on my baby! It can happen!" She sighed. "I guess we'll be walking to school today."

An idea popped in his mind. 'She's so not gonna like it.' He smirked. "No, we're not walking."

"Really? And how do we get to school huh? Flying?"

"Nope." He jumped out of the car and started making his way to the garage.

"Jack! We don't have time for this! We're going to be late!"

He opened the garage doors and took two helmets. Putting one on, he got on his bike and drove to Kim. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened.

"Nuh uh mister. There's no way in hell I'm riding on that."

"C'mon Kim, don't be a baby." He didn't know why he wanted her to ride with him so bad, but he did. 'Well, I just want to have some fun scaring her duh.'

"I said I'm not going to school on that."

"Well, whatever. Have fun in detention for being late." He started the bike.

"Wait!" He smirked. "You win this time Brewer." She got on behind him.

"Safety first Kimmy." He said as he handed her the helmet. Once she had it on, he said "Hold on tight sweetie." And with that, he drove off at a furious speed.

She shrieked, and held onto him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing herself up against him. He'd never admit it out loud, but he kind of liked the feeling of her against him.

"Are you scared Kimmy?"

"I hate you Jack Brewer!" He cracked a laugh and took a sharp turn, making her grip on his torso harder. He could feel her heavy breaths on his back.

They got to school and he stopped the bike, but she didn't let go of him.

"I didn't recall you being so touchy Kimmy." That snapped her out of her trance. She got off the bike and took the helmet off.

"You are a dead man Brewer. You better watch your back." And with that and a death glare, she stormed her way into the building. 'She looks even hotter when she's mad. Whoa! Where did that come from? You're dating Donna remember?'He was completely aware of what an amazing girlfriend he had. She was pretty, nice, hot, and fun to be with. She was practically perfect.

'That doesn't mean I can't think Kim is way hotter.'


KIM

She was scolding Kira for leaving her alone with Jack, again, and demanded an explanation, but all she got was an 'Sorry, overslept' and a grin from her best friend. She let it go, and proceeded to tell her about the ride. They were making their way our of the locker rooms, and Kira had a special glow in her eyes, which didn't go unnoticed by Kim.

"You seem extremely happy today. Care to share why?"

"Oh you know how I get when I dance." Kira said. "It just lights up my day."

"Even when you have to dance with Jerry?"

"Yeah, well. Like you said, I can't let him get to me." Kira shrugged. "Now c'mon, we have a lot of work to do."

With that, Kira went to the middle of the floor, where Jerry was waiting for her.

"Okay everyone. Listen up!" Said Jerry. "There will be two group choreos."

"In one of them, you'll be divided in two groups and have a battle." Informed Kira.

"And in the other one, you'll be paired up, one boy and one girl. The choreo is about you flirting with each other."

"So everyone, pair up!" Kira ordered.

Before Kim had the time to process what was going on, four guys surrounded her, asking her to be their partner. She was startled and pretty lost, but she was saved by a deep voice behind her.

"I'm sorry guys, but Kim and I had already decided to work together."

'Mason? Oh well, at least I know him.' She smiled and said. "Yeah guys, I'm already taken." The four boys frowned and left, going to find a partner. She turned to Mason. "So, what was that huh?"

"That was me saving your ass from being harassed by that group of freaks. You're welcome."

She laughed. "So, do you know anything about dancing?"

"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. "But I don't think you're one to talk. Your non existent dancing skills are legendary." He teased.

"Exactly," she said smugly. "they are a legend. You shouldn't believe that kind of stories."

"So you're telling the infamous Kim Crawford is a ballerina?"

"Yep. And much more. But you'll find out soon enough." She winked at him and turned to Kira and Jerry, who were talking to Jack and Donna. 'Wow, the power couple paired up together. Big shocker there.' She saw Kira sigh exasperated, and that was never a good sign. She was probably thinking of ways of killing Donna, and Kim was sure that if she didn't step in, Kira would go on with her plans.

She approached the group, and heard Donna say "Jackie-poo and I should be at the very front. We should lead the choreo. After all, the audience will want to see good-looking people."

"Then why do you insist on being at the front Donna?" Kim said, arms crossed, stopping right beside Kira.

"Nobody asked you here Crawfish."

"Actually, I did." Stated Kira.

"Really? When?" Asked Jack. "Because I didn't hear you mention her."

"Sister's telepathy." Kim shrugged.

"Whatever. I'm going at the front, and that's final." Donna declared.

"Okay, listen bimbo." Started Kira. "This is my choreo, and I'll decide who goes where. Besides, Jerry and I will be leading, so people can follow us if they get lost."

"Puh-lease. I dance a million times better than you Apple head."

"Look, Queen Bitch." Chimed in Kim. "This is what's going to happen. Kira and Jerry will be at the front. You'll throw a tantrum, pout, and stomp your way to your girls, with Jackie-poo here following you. Then you'll come up with a stupid plan to get Kira out of the choreo, but I'm already warning you, it's not gonna work. So why don't you just suck it up and leave?"

Donna glared at her, and Kim matched it. Donna huffed and left, and Kim smirked in victory. 'Should've known better than to go into a stare down with me.'

"Excuse me Kim," Jack said. "but did you just call my girlfriend 'Queen Bitch'?"

"Yeah, I did."

"And who do you exactly think you are to do that huh?"

"Listen Brewer, you have no idea whatsoever about Donna and I's record. I'm pretty sure all she has told you about me is bullshit. So, don't get your nose in my business okay?"

"Whatever. You should probably grow up." And with that, he left.

"Thanks for stepping in Kimster. I was about to rip her hair off and mop the floor with it."

Kim grinned at her best friend's antics. "It's okay, you know that messing with Donna is one of my hobbies. Anyways, I'll leave you two to get this all together. I'm right there with Mason if you need me, kay?"

"Ooooh, Mason." Kira teased, and Kim laughed before leaving the duo.

"What was that about?" Asked Mason when she reached him. "It looked pretty intense."

"It was, but nothing I can't handle. You know, Donna being Donna." Kim shrugged.

"And that Brewer boy? He said something to you right?"

"Yeah, but it was nothing." Kim said, waving it off.

'Then why does it bother me so much?'


It was Wednesday now, so Kim had been training. Kira couldn't make it, she was too busy with her solo for the show, and Nate was out with his friends, so Kim had been alone. It was okay though, she could focus on herself and did a pretty intense workout.

Right now she was spent, and she was heading upstairs to her room, aching for a shower. She had just reached the top steps, when she heard shuffling around. She looked to her right and saw Jack, but not just any Jack.

She saw a shirtless, right out of the shower Jack. His hair was dripping, and he was drying it with a towel, messing it. His torso was glistening with the water, and the muscles in his back flexed at the movement of his arms. His abs looked rock hard, and Kim would have gone to any lengths to ran her hands on them now. She followed the 'V' his hip bones formed, teasing her because it died in the towel that was wrapped around him, leaving her to only imagine what was underneath. She bit her lip. It took all in her to not go there and rip him of said towel.

Apparently she had been spaced out for a while, because he came out of the bathroom, not that she'd notice. She was too busy making him orgasm in her mind.

"Well, I see you still like staring Kimmy."

That brought her back to reality. "Uh- I... ehm- I was not..."

"Are you gonna deny it?" He asked smirking. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you want to see what's underneath this towel." She gulped loudly, scolding herself for being caught like a deer in red lights. "Well, who am I to deny a lady's request?"

She was taken aback by that question and was about to ask him what the hell did it mean, but she couldn't. Before she knew it, his hands were on the towel.

Next things she knows, the towel is on the floor.


Kim opened her eyes. She shot up in her bed, sweat dripping from her forehead. It was a dream, it had only been a dream. 'But what a dream indeed.' She was confused. She couldn't be thinking of Jack like that. He was Jack. The guy that left her without an explanation, and came back a year later making demands. She hated him, and he hated her. That's how they worked.

Besides, she didn't need him. She had an amazing life. She had her best friend, and most of the guys in high school drooling over her. He was out of the picture.

He was hot. That's it. He was hot and she was hormonal, that's why she dreamt of him. It was all sexual tension. Nothing more.

Sensing a headache coming over, she went back to sleep, concluding that it was all physical, and there was nothing to worry about. Because, c'mon, it's impossible.

'I can't like him. Right?'


JACK

"Come again, why are we here?" Asked Jerry, for the third time.

Milton replied. "We're here to see our girlfriends practise."

"Uh huh. And why are Jack and I here? Like, we don't have girlfriends to see."

"Uhm Jerry, I do have a girlfriend on the team." He stated.

The latino turned to him, and his eyes widen in realization. "Oh right, Donna." With that, he took a seat next to his best friend. Jack shook his head, amused at the latino's ease to forget stuff. Though he had noticed that Jerry had been a little off this week. He was about to ask him, but Kim and Kira came out of the locker rooms, breaking the murmuring of the gym.

"Okay guys, there's a big game in two weeks. I know it seems far, but we also have the show next week, so lets get started with this now. C'mon, warm up!" Ordered Kim.

She was wearing her uniform. A tight, blue and white crop top that stopped right below her chest, and a blue with white strips mini skirt that went about two inches below her butt, paired up with white sneakers. She was wearing her hair down today, curled to perfection, making the red highlights stand out more than usual.

She was away from the rest of the squad, talking to Kira while stretching her arms and neck. She bent down and touched her feet with her hands, giving him, and every other person on the bleachers, a perfect view of her butt. She came back up again way to soon for Jack's liking. Then she did a split. A perfect, freaking split. After bending towards each leg for about twenty seconds, she stood up.

She turned around and faced the bleachers, took a couple of steps back, and then did a front flip, finishing with a back somersault, landing with her back towards him.

'Man, what I'd give to make her roll over under my blankets...'

"Jackie-poo!" He turned into the sound's direction and found his girlfriend waving at him. 'Jack, you gotta get your shit together.' He flashed her a million dollar smile and a wink.

"Dude, stop that or I'll puke a rainbow." Said Jerry from beside him.

"Oh c'mon. You'd be like that too if you had a girlfriend." He accused. Jerry shrugged.

"Maybe, but only if she was the right one for me you know?"

"Yeah, well. Donna is the right one for me."

'I think.'


A/N: So, Jack's not the only hormonal one here. You wanted Kick, so here you have it. She's confused, and he doesn't even try to stop his naughty mind.

As always, you guys make my life a lot better. Like I'm just laying on my bed, and look my phone and BAM! FanFiction e-mails everywhere. I love you, seriously, so much.

Funny fact: The last sentence Jack thought, the one about the roll over. Well, I was quoting my crush. He literally said that to me xD

See you all soon! xoxo

Joker