Wow, you guys are seriously so awesome. Thank you all so much for the reviews! This chapter goes out to everyone who reviewed for the last chapter- I love you all so much! I hope you guys don't mind that this one is slightly less polished, since I had less time to edit and revise. I hope you enjoy it anyways, though!

Shawn's POV

From behind a tree, I watch Jack walk up to Kim. I can't let them talk to each other! They're going to figure out what I did! I need a plan. I look around, but before I can think of anything, Jack says something to Kim, and it's too late. I decide to just watch and see what will happen. With my luck today, they won't have a clue what I did.

Kim's POV

As soon as Jack gets within five feet of me, I stand up and he stops walking.

"How dare you call my hair ugly. Insult me, but leave my hair alone!" He says angrily. When did I call his hair ugly?

"What? I insulted your hair? You know I hate being stereotyped! I thought you learned long ago not to call me a dumb blonde! You-"

He cuts me off. "I didn't call you a dumb blonde! You said you hated me, and to stay away from you. I just want to know what I did to you to deserve those insults." He says, a little calmer. I'm not buying it.

"I told you I hated you? You've got it wrong. You told me you hated me. I didn't even do anything to you! I want answers!"

"Well, if all you're going to do is yell and insult me, then maybe I should do what you asked me to and stay away from you." I have no idea what he's talking about, but I'm still mad.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" We say in unison, and with that, Jack walks away. Déjà vu, much? Are we seriously gonna end all our arguments this way?

"Well, you get your wish. You won't be hearing from me again for a very long time, I can promise you that." I call after him. He shows no sign of having heard me, except that he walks faster. Pulling my phone out, I promptly delete his name from my contacts. I won't need his phone number for a very long time.

Shawn's POV

YES! MY PLAN WORKED! I had nothing to worry about, nothing at all! Kim and Jack fought like a married couple, only worse. Brilliant, if I do say so myself. They were so mad at each other, they didn't figure out a single thing.

Shame, Jack. Shame, Kim. You disappoint me once again. I honestly thought you were going to figure it out, but you let your anger get in the way.

I watch Jack storm away, with a smile on my face. Kim sinks onto the ground and puts her face in her hands. Revenge is sweet.

Jack's POV

I run through the hallways, keeping my head down. Luckily, I hardly see anyone. I run and run, until I arrive at a small indoor garden with a few benches- my personal paradise whenever I'm upset. It's deserted, as usual. I don't understand why no one ever comes here, it's a beautiful place, even with a skylight and all.

Oh well, not gonna question my luck. After all, if it wasn't deserted, I wouldn't have anywhere to cry when I need to.

I sit down on a bench, and the tears just start coming. I try to forget what Kim said to me, because what she said and those texts hurt me way more than should be allowed.

I was hardly listening to her during our argument, so it's easy to forget what she said, but the texts are burned into my mind. I repeat her words over and over again in my mind. I can't stop myself, they won't quit repeating.

Kim hates me. Kim hates me. Kim hates me. But what I don't understand is, why? I really shouldn't have yelled at her, because she looked really upset too. She's not the one that should be upset, though. As far as I know, no one told her they hated her today. After all, who could hate Kim Crawford? She's, well, Kim!

Bryden's POV

I see Jack run by, with his head down.

"Jack!" I call. He doesn't answer, just keeps on running. I know where he's going. I follow him, but he doesn't even notice me.

I watch from behind a plant as he sits down on a bench. I can tell he's trying not to cry, but the tears are just coming and coming, and he can't stop them no matter how much he wipes his eyes. I briefly consider revealing myself and comfort him, but decide against it. After all, he still thinks I'm on Shawn's side, and he's mad at Shawn.

I decide to give Jack his privacy, and so I turn around and quietly begin walking down the hallway. I look back at Jack, just to make sure he's okay, then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I promptly whirl around.

"Shawn! What do you want?" I whisper and glare at him. "Don't even try to tell me that you're not the reason he's crying."

"Why not?" Shawn grins, clearly baiting me.

"Don't. Just don't." I take a step away from him.

"What? Are you threatening me? Look at what I did to Jack, just for helping Kim pull a prank on me. I will do what I want. You can't stop me. With just a few texts, I was able to make Jack and Kim hate each other. What more could I do to you, someone I know so well?" I gulp, then remember I'm not supposed to be afraid of him.

"I'm not scared of you, Shawn. Just leave Jack and Kim alone. You've done enough to them." I turn my back on him.

"You'll regret leaving my side, Bryden. Trust me, you will." I turn around again, about to tell him that nothing he does to me will make me regret not helping hurt people, but he's disappeared into thin air. I look back at Jack, still crying, and walk away before he notices me. He deserves his privacy, and I'm not going to take that away from him.

Grace's POV

I walk into the bathroom holding a hairbrush. My hair is a mess, and since I broke the mirror in my locker, I've had to come here twice as much just so I can fix it. Yes, I broke a mirror. No, I do not have bad luck.

I hear sobbing, and turn around. It's Kim! Why is she crying? I rush over to her.

"Kim! What happened?" She looks up at me with puffy eyes, tears streaming down her face.

"Look, Grace." She holds her phone out at me and continues to cry. I read the texts and gasp. No one's allowed to insult Kim like that, especially over text message. The insensitive jerk!

"No! He actually said that?" I'm having trouble believing Jack said that to Kim. He seemed nice enough, last I checked. I honestly thought he had changed since sixth grade, but looks like I was wrong.

"Yeah." Kim sniffles. "I don't know what I did. I've hardly seen him all day."

"Well, why don't you go ask him? The worst that will happen is you hear the same things he's already said to you." I say.

"I don't think I can handle hearing them again. Once already hurt me enough." Kim whispers.

"I could ask him for you." I offer.

"Thanks, but don't." She offers no explanation why.

"You sure?" I ask.

"Yeah." She wipes more tears away, still sniffling. I feel a flash of anger. I'm going to go yell at the jerk named Jack who did this to her. I stand up.

"Grace, where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go give that jerk a piece of my mind."

"No, don't, please!" Kim begs. "It'll only make things worse."

"Okay, fine." I say, sitting back down. Kim sighs, then remembers something. Her face lights up.

"Hey, did Jerry kiss you yet?"

"Yeah", I say, blushing. "Just fifteen minutes ago."

Kim squeals. "No way! Spill, girl. I want to hear everything."

"You serious about that?"

"Duh! I mean like, is he any good?"

"Umm, yeah." I blush again. "Really good."

I keep Kim busy with the details of the kiss, and once her tears are all gone, Kim and I walk back to our locker. The whole way, I laugh at Kim's reactions to some of the things I tell her. I can tell she's feeling much better now. I hope she'll be okay. With luck, this'll all blow over in a week.

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