A/N: Gosh, 32 reviews in 3 chapters? That's just AMAZING, guys. Keep it up!

Okay, this chapter doesn't have any Kick moments but the next one has LOTS. So DON'T STOP READING, pretty please!

So because you guys are so awesome, I decided to start writing this early... Hope you like it.

Kim's POV:

"Get up, sweetheart. You have to get ready for school." Someone was shaking my shoulders and saying that. Someone who sounded a whole lot like Mom.

"No, Mom. Let me sleep." I mumble and turn over.

"No! You can't be absent again. Besides, today's Friday. Big weekend ahead of you, right?" I groan and then finally sit up. "What time is it?"

"7:00." Oh crap!

"Mom, I'm going to be so late!" I say, stressed out.

"That's why you need to get up and GO!" She yells. Did I mention my mom is really kinda, um... crazy? Cause she is.

I run to my closet and pick out my outfit, a red T- shirt that says, "girls always win," a pair of blue- jean shorts, and a denim jacket. Simple, but cute.

I run my comb through my hair, grab my backpack, and put my black flats on. Ugh, I must look terrible.

Whatever Kim, don't worry, I tell myself. You're a cheerleader, for heavens' sake. You can get anything you want and more.

The entire car ride there has no talking, mostly because One Direction's "Take Me Home" CD was playing the whole ride there.

"-And let me kiss you," Mom sings along as the song ends. I groan. To be honest, I am not big on One Direction. Never have been, never will be.

When we finally get to school, I hop out. "Bye sweetie." "Later Mom."

I run inside. Lucky for me, it's only 7:45. School starts at 8:00 for me. I really don't want to see Jack, Grace, or Kira though.

Oh, too bad because Kira's already walking towards me. Well, I'm screwed.

As soon as she gets close enough, she grabs my wrist and pulls me into the janitor's closet.

"Who do you think you are?" She hisses into my ear as she slams the door shut.

"Um, let me see... Kim Crawford, 15 years-"

"Oh since you apparently don't know what I mean, let me make it more clear: do you think you're going to win this bet? Cause you're not." I narrow my eyes at her.

"Oh, you watch me. And why have you been flirting with Jack? Grace said you wanted me to get Jack to like me so that he'd stop 'obsessing' over you. Although that's obviously not true." I reply sharply. Her face turns bright red. Oh yeah, I own this.

"Oh come on, everyone knows that was just to get you to agree to the bet. The real reason we wanted you to do this is so that we could prove that a girl like you doesn't get a guy like him." I open my mouth to scream about what a total idiot she is for even thinking that. I'm a freaking cheerleader too! I'm on the same level as her! But then she continues.

"And you've been moving at such a slow pace I'd be surprised if Milton fell for you. You need to speed up if you wanna win. Just saying." She smirks smugly.

"You little-" I get interrupted by the bell. "Oh, sorry, you'll have to finish that sentence later. Loser." Then she opens the door and sashays out of there. I growl in anger. I just HATE it when she sashays!

Then I realize I better get out of there. Don't wanna be late and make this day even worse.

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A/N: guys I'm sorry this chapter was terrible I just really wanted to get you all a new one.

Sorry for the lack of Kick, but I just needed to clear up why in the prologue Grace said Kira wanted Jack to stop "flirting" with her and now she's all over him. This chapter will also make the bet more intense- and Kim's flirting.

Oh, and do any of you guys know where I got that line "I just HATE it when she sashays?" Hint: It's from a book series.

So please review but PLEASE, no comments like "lame no Kick moments!" Because I've gotten those before on my other stories.

So I'll update when I get 5+ reviews. So sorry about this chapter, again.

xoxo,

hotpinkandpurple