Kimberly and Aisha sat in the Campbell's living room talking about their day at school. Aisha had a much better day than Kimberly. She was selected to be in all state chorus, along with Kat. Currently, they were working on a song for the school theme song contest. "I'm sorry you got in school detention," Aisha said taking a seat on the couch. "How long are you in there?"

"About a month," Kimberly answered. "It could be longer, if she changes her mind. While we're in there, we are isolated from everyone else, banned from school events, and everything else."

"That means you have to miss the gymnastics competition!" Aisha gasped dropping the TV remote out of her hand. "You've been practicing for a long time for this."

"It's another gymnastics dream that has gone up in flames," Kimberly sighed twisting a lock of hair around her finger. "First the Pan Global Games and now this. Tommy is in the same boat I'm in. He must miss the karate tournament that he's been practicing for. Ms. Peterson didn't care. She just said it looked like someone would be going to the state championship instead of us."

"Speaking of Tommy, are you still angry at him?" Aisha questioned adjusting her communicator. "Most of the day you seemed like you were."

"Maybe a little," she confessed. Kimberly pulled the pink box out of her book bag and stared at it.

"What's that?" Aisha asked when her eyes landed on the neatly wrapped box. "How long have you-"

"-it's a gift from Tommy. I just go it today," Kimberly finished still staring at the box. "He meant to give it to me at my gymnastics party. But, he didn't get a chance."

Aisha looked at the small pink box and smiled. "I bet I know what it is?" she grinned as she watched Kimberly pull at some of the tape. "He's probably going to ask you to marry him."

"Aisha, we're in high school," Kimberly stated putting the box back in her book bag. "I doubt he has already been thinking of marriage."

"I don't know," Aisha smirked glancing at the pink box while Kimberly was zipping it up. Ever since Kimberly agreed with her mom that she would move to Paris at the end of the year, Tommy had been talking about how he didn't want her to go. And he had even told them that he'd find a way for them to get to stay together. "He's talked about how much he loves you and wants to-"

"-all he told me was that no matter what happened, we would get to stay together," Kimberly interrupted. "He told me to open it when the time was right, and I'd understand."

Ivy Kirk sat at her desk with a dark purple satin tracksuit and a grey long sleeve tee shirt laying on her desk. This lady looked like a toad and was a middle-aged woman with black curly hair. Her glasses had huge frames and they were always sliding off her nose. She usually dressed in a purple Angel Grove jogging suit and wore a pair of black clogs. The door open and she watched Kimberly and Tommy walk into the class room. "Ms. Hart, Mr. Oliver, I've been expecting you. My best friend, Brooke Peterson, told me all about you two, " she greeted in a sugary sweet voice. "I'm sure we'll have a good time for the next month. Ms. Hart before you may take your seat, you must change."

"Why?" Kimberly questioned glancing down at her pink velour tracksuit. "No one told us that-"

"-Ms. Hart, you broke a rule when you entered the classroom," Ms. Kirk began watching Tommy take his seat. "I don't allow fancy pink outfits in my classroom."

"No, I didn't know about that rule-"

"-Ms. Hart you are lying to me!" Ms. Kirk interrupted throwing a book across the room. "

"I really didn't know-"

"-Ms. Hart, stop lying!" she demanded throwing coffee all over Kimberly's new outfit. "Please get changed and take your seat!"

She handed Kimberly her clothes and Kimberly headed to the bathroom to change. "Ms. Kirk, I think you were just causing trouble for her," Tommy defending getting up from his seat. "You could have burned her with that coffee. And you ruined her new outfit. Please don't do anything else to her."

"Mr. Oliver, Ms. Peterson told me about your temper and you're back talking!" she warned glaring at Tommy. "If I agree to not do anything else to her, what will you give me in exchange?"

"Just name it," Tommy gulped watching Kimberly come out of the bathroom.

"No more back talking and you don't tell anyone about Ms. Hart's outfit was covered in coffee," she smirked as Kimberly took a seat next to Tommy. "When I have students in here they usually, do their lessons and assignments in my small work room. Both of you go to the work room."

They picked up their stuff and followed Ms. Kirk to the back of the room as she unlocked a door. The room was small and a had a table and two chairs inside. "Will we be in this room every day?" Kimberly asked laying her book bag down on the table.

"Yes," answered Ms. Kirk. "You will study, eat your meals and spend break time in there. The only time you will not be in here is when you get your three bathroom breaks a day and when I decide we're going to have PE." She walked out of the room and left the two of them alone.

Kimberly took a seat and there was a loud tear. "Great, just what I needed!" Kimberly complained scooting up to the table. "What else can go wrong?"

There was knock at the door and Ms. Kirk walked in. "Mr. Oliver, I forgot to tell you that you need to change your clothes," informed Ms. Kirk handing Tommy a purple jogging suit and a grey tee shirt. She watched as he was about to open his mouth. "Remember our deal? Please go get dressed."

The material of Tommy's pant legs began to swish together as he walked out of the bathroom. He already hated the clothes because they were very uncomfortable. His pants had lining that were itchy and hot. The waist band and the ankle bands were tight, and they were cutting into his skin. His jacket could almost represent a traffic guard's vest. It was very flimsy, and it looked like shiny purple plastic. "Mr. Oliver, I expect complete silence in this classroom," Ms. Kirk snapped dropping her pen when she heard Tommy walk out of the bathroom. "You better have a good reason for making noise."

"Ms. Kirk, it's my pants," Tommy began as he stopped to talk to her. "They are swish and very noise. I thought you knew this would happen when you told me to change. How do you expect that not to happen?"

"Mr. Oliver, I'm glad that you've asked," Ms. Kirk smirked looking up from her desk. "Every time you leave that room, I expect to see you walking like a duck with your feet and legs apart."

With difficulty, he spread his legs apart and started to waddle the rest of the way across the room to the closet like room that him and Kimberly were stuck in. Ms. Kirk watched and laughed as he was waddling like a duck. He finally made it to the room and walked inside. Kimberly looked raising a brow as she saw Tommy was walking funny. "Tommy, that could get us more detention time!" she snapped as he closed the door. "I don't want to be in here any longer than I have to."

"-Kim, please let me explain-"

"-fine, I'm listening!"

"Ms. Kirk told me that the reason she put me in these stupid pants was, so she could have fun torturing me," he said taking a seat. Tommy gazed into her doe eyes. "Kim, I'm begging you. Please don't be angry at me. I already feel punished enough by what happened with Coach Schmidt, us getting locked in the locker room, all the events that took place with Ms. Peterson and us being stuck in here for a month. The last thing I need is to be arguing with my best friend and the girl I'm in love with."

Before she knew it, she cupped his face and started kissing him. His lips were so soft and smooth. His arms wrapped around her tiny frame and he squeezed her in a tight embrace. Tommy started to press his lips up against hers and kissed her as hard as he could. This kiss was much more meaningful to him than their first kiss. He knew by the way she was kissing him, this wasn't an ordinary kiss. Tommy leaned farther back at the side of his chair as he was hugging and kissing her. Before he knew it, he slides off his seat due to his slippery pants. "Aisha told me that you were in love with me," Kimberly admitted tucking a lock of hair behind his ear.

Tommy quickly got up off the floor and they quickly took their seats and started reading their U.S. History lessons as the door swung open. "I thought I heard something!" Ms. Kirk shouted walking in to the room. As she began to walk around the room, Tommy felt pink lip stick on his lips and quickly wiped it off his lips with his hand. "I guess it must have been outside my classroom." She walked out of the room and they laid their books down.

"Kim, I love you," he confessed moving his chair closer to hers. "And I think you feel the same about me."

Her face turned pink from embarrassment. "Maybe, I think I could be," she lied as her eyes blinked. "I am trying to find out."

"-Kim, I think you already know the answer," Tommy smiled as he noticed the were holding hands while they were studying. His eyes narrowed when he saw the box wrapped in pink paper still in her book bag. "Are you afraid of us taking our relationship to the next level? If you are-"

"-Tommy, I really want to be with you," she began as her eyes began to get watery. "It's just that I've never seen very many relationships that-"

"-have survived the second stage of a relationship," he finished wiping her tears with his thumbs. "My mom was the same way towards my dad when they were dating and falling in love. Her parents were divorced too, and they were married several times. She watched her parents fight before and after the divorce. They couldn't stand to be in the same room together. Her mother dated several men who dumped her because she had a teenage daughter, or they just weren't faithful to her."

"How did they end up staying together?" Kimberly questioned as he gave her a peck on the cheek. "I'm sure they must have had several disagreements or even broke up."

"They came close to breaking up," Tommy confessed with sweat running down his face. "But, they were best friends all through school. They were in cross country and in band together. My dad noticed my mother was afraid of making mistakes, getting her nails dirty, and not being able to meet her mother's and step father's expectations. She was expected to be the best at everything and was expected to win the cross-country match when they went to state-"

"-what happened?" Kimberly asked as she was surprised that Jan was a lot like her. She always knew Jan Oliver to be calm, confident, and didn't mind getting dirt under her nails. "Did they have an argument?"

"They had an argument before they got to the match. During the match, my mother collapsed, and my father dropped out of the race to help her. But, they ended up sliding over a hill and a storm took place. Everyone went to shelter, and my parents had to take shelter in an old hollow tree. During the storm, they confessed that they still loved each other. My mom confessed that she always had to look nice because her mother and step father told her no one would want a filthy girl. They told her that any boy would leave her if she couldn't do anything right. She loved my father so much and that was one of her greatest fears. My father confessed that the reason he was always protective of my mother was because he feared that she was being treated bad at home. She often come to school with bruises-"

"-Tommy what happened?" she asked with her eyes watering as her heart broke hearing about what Jan's life was like growing up. "Did she get away from it?"

"Her life turned out better from that day on," Tommy smiled stroking her hair. "Both of them were already 18 and they were starting their senior year. My dad didn't want her to stay with her mother and step- father and took her away from that. They were planning on eloping, but some events happened, and they were on their own for a while. But, they got through it and were eventually found-"

"-what happened? Were they hurt?"

"Kim, they were fine," he assured her handing her a tissue. "What took place during that time is something my mother doesn't want discussed with anyone. But, I'm sure she'll tell us after school."

"I hope I don't make your mother mad when we ask her about what happened," Kimberly answered nervously. Her hands were shaking, and her pen dropped to the floor.

"She won't," he reassured her taking hold of her hand. "My purpose in telling you about how they got together was because I want you to know I understand you are afraid of taking our relationship to the next level due to your parents' divorce and their other relationships not working out. This something we need to work on overcoming together."