Writing new chapters within the deadline is so hard. Ps I know I know I promised to read your reviews and PM back. I will, just not now (I've read them, I just haven't replied yet). SCHOOL IS KILLING ME SLOWLY BUT SURELY! Here's something worth adding: I admire authors who have a plot for their story and know where they're taking it. I honestly have no idea XD.

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Kim slowly trudged to lunch. She didn't want to go. She had to deal with Frank, of course, and worry about the texts she was getting. It didn't, and she knew this for sure, really matter what the texts said so much as what she should do about it. Frankly, the texter could send her a cat emoji and she'd be frightened out of her wits.

"Kim!" Jack yelled, running up to her.

"Jack!" she mimicked teasingly. "Yes?"

"Can I...can I see your phone?"

"Why?" Kim was puzzled. He had his own, right there, in his hand.

"Ugh...erm...my phone's out of battery, and I need to text my mom," said Jack.

"Text your mom?" Kim chuckled, "you never want to text her. Something about whenever you do, she starts babying you."

"Well...this time...I have to tell her...to bring...my pants?" Okay, that worked a lot better in Jack's mind than it did out there. A lot.

"Um...you're wearing pants- never mind! I don't want to know! Here," Kim gave him her phone.

Jack sighed in relief. If she had questioned him, things would've gone downhill for him. Worse than they already were, at least.

Jack fumbled with the password and went to the messages. Finally! The answer to all his questions. Except life could never be that easy. Of course not. All he saw was a message to a number he didn't remember, saying I'll text you back later :).

Kim usually kept all the people's names with their corresponding number, so he didn't understand why somebody didn't have a name.

That was all he got to know before the phone was swiped out of his hands. He looked at Kim, questioning her move.

"S...sorry...I meant to text Grace something and...and...I didn't...I'll let you borrow it in a sec. Can your...ahem...pants wait?" Kim stuttered nervously, realizing Jack would be able to see the messages, and knowing that wasn't good.

She quickly deleted the chat, after screenshotting every message sent.

"Huh? Oh...yeah...um...yeah," Jack mumbled, looking down. That was embarrassing.

She handed the phone back to Jack, and he noticed the chat was gone. So it meant something. And he had to find out what. That was his mission.

He typed in his mom's number, since Kim was watching.

Hey mom can you get my pants

That was awkward for Jack. And Kim, of course.

(A/N AWKWARD AUTHOR'S NOTE RIGHT HERE YEAH THE PANTS THING WAS MEANT TO CREATE AWKWARDNESS DON'T JUDGE MY CHOICE OF THINGS TO WRITE MAN I WISH THERE WERE EMOJIS ON FANFIC)

What? was her reply, Kim?

Oh yeah this is Jack my phone doesn't have any more battery can you bring them

"I think I'm just going to go into the cafeteria. Give it to me when you're finished. I'll be sitting with the Black Dragons," Kim said.

"Okay."

What? What did you do? Not make it to the toilet on time again and have a little accident?

Nvm mom forget I said anything.

Forget? What did you do?

NOTHING OKAY PLEASE MOM

Fine we'll talk about your changing body at home (EEP SORRY)

MOM

Jack deleted the conversation off Kim's phone. She did not need to see that. Like seriously not. He found no use in that entire take Kim's phone thing. He'd have to dig deeper then. And also convince Kim he wasn't a weirdo. He didn't know which was harder.

"Here," he gave the phone to Kim.

"Y...you deleted the conversation...right? I don't want to know what happened," said Kim.

"Yeah."

"Good, thanks."

"We're having a chat about it at home..."

"Tough luck."

"Yeah. I'm probably going to be off my phone for at least five hours."

"Don't be ridiculous. Your mom would talk way longer. Make it six."

"Right."

"Jack get lost!" Frank said, throwing his arm around Kim.

To say Kim was annoyed at Frank would be an understatement. He kept doing it, and he really smelled bad.

"Um...sure..." Jack dashed off.

He noticed how when they thought he wasn't looking, Kim shrugged Frank's arm off.

"Be a little more subtle! You smell," Kim complained. Jack chuckled.

"Well if I'm more stubble...no...settle..."

"Subtle," Brody interrupted.

"Right, he's going to find out that..." And of course somebody had to bring a blender to school and start blending at that moment.

"I don't care if he finds out anymore!" said Kim at last.

"You want to hurt him?" asked Frank, smirking, "you want your poor little Jack to end up injured, lying in a pool of his own blood? Shaking with fear? His eyes asking you how you could be so cruel?"

Jack's head snapped up. What? What was Frank talking about?

Kim was about to answer, when she yelled, "Todd!"

Who was Todd? Jack was utterly confused.

"Kim, I need you to follow me," said a boy, glaring at Frank, then looking at Jack.

Kim followed almost willingly, leaving an angry Frank, a happy Brody, and a Jerry-fied Jack.

Short. OKAY GUYS NO JACK WON'T GET THE TALK. LIKE, YOU'LL SEE HOW IT'LL BE WEIRD EVENTUALLY; I ADDED IT IN FOR HUMOR. And awkwardness. There will have to be awkwardness eventually. Things are moving now! I hope this answered some questions.

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