Kim's POV
"Mom, I'm home!" I call out whilst entering the front door. Smelling a delightful aroma of cookies, I smile. My mom always loved to bake, it was her version of "me time", where she could relax, unwind, and not worry about anything at all. I make way to the kitchen, the source of the delicious scent, to find my mother bending down to retrieve the baked goods from the oven.
"Hey, sweetie." She says, standing up with a tray in her hands. She sets it down on the counter to cool and starts to clean up the kitchen. "How was school?"
"Same as every other day, I suppose." Setting down my bag in a chair, I go to help out her out with the clean up. Looking around, I see batter all over the counters, bowls and kitchen utensils scattered around the place, and a not very friendly pile of dishes loaded in the sink. "Oh gosh, mum." I say, picking up a sponge. "You should really do a different method of baking stuff. One that doesn't include a whole kitchen disaster." Chuckling, my mom shakes her head.
"Oh Kim, dear. You know I can't do that. I get too immersed into what I do to stop and wipe up a little mop of batter." Clucking, she went to retrieve a rag. "I know you have karate soon, so just do the dishes and grab a few cookies before you go. I can clean up the rest."
" 'Kay" I say, scrubbing at a plate. Washing the dishes, I start to think about my homework. 'Okay, so I have a history paper due in three days, a French worksheet to fill out, and twenty pages of algebra to finish...' I start to calculate the amount of time I would have to use to finish everything, coming up with roughly 45 minutes for the math and French, and about an hour and a half for the paper. My mind started to draw itself towards another topic, a topic I would much rather think about than my stupid homework. Jack. Although, as annoying Jack can be, he somehow was able to grow on me over the time we've known each other. I mean, I went from disliking him, to tolerating him, to the becoming the closest of friends, and now... I don't know what to think of him as anymore. Do I like him? Or am I so desperate of having a boyfriend that my dumb mind is playing tricks on me. There would be some days where I couldn't care less that Jack is talking to another girl, but there would be other times where my stomach would be such a wreck, I had to make up an excuse to get away and calm down. I think back to the events that happened during lunch the other day, about how Donna was bugging me about not having date, causing myself to snap back at her, saying Jack was my date. I feel myself blush at the memory. I wonder what would've happened if Jack recoiled from me, saying that he wouldn't go to the dance with me, though thankfully, Jack, being the wonderful person he was, didn't, and agreed to be my date for the spring dance. I feel myself start to feel a bit giddy. 'I, Kim Crawford, is going to the spring dance with Jack Brewer.' I shake my head, grinning like madman.
"Kim!" My head snapped up to see my mom standing across the kitchen with her arms crossed. Amusement was practically written all over her face.
"Uhm, yeah?" She walked up to me and slowly pried my hands away from the dish I was washing.
"I think that plate is clean enough, don't you?" I furrow my brow, confused, until I realize that I've been scrubbing the same plate for the past ten minutes.
"O-oh. Right." I say, smiling sheepishly. Looking at the time, I could see that it was almost time for karate class. "Oh, gotta go, mum." I say quickly, kissing her cheek.
"Grab some cookies!" she calls out. I grab six cookies, one for each of my friends and run out.
"Kim! Where were you?" Jack says, as soon as I burst through the doors of the dojo.
"Sorry, I was caught up at home." I say quickly. Taking one cookie from the Ziploc bag and throwing the rest at Eddie, I run into the change rooms to get dressed. I take a bite of my cookie and I feel my spirits lift a little bit higher. My mom's baking is the best. I walk out wearing my gi, to find that everyone, including my sensei, Rudy, sitting around in semi-circle, eating the cookies.
"Wow Kim" Jerry says, happily munching on the baked good. "These are amazing."
"Yeah" Eddie piped. "Where'd you get these?" I shake my head in exasperation. We should be sparring or something, not eating. But I can't help but smile.
"My mom baked these today." I respond, heading over to a dummy. I adjusted it a little bit, then did a roundhouse kick. The head was blown clean off. I continued to strike at the plastic person, until Rudy finally called for a sparring session.
"Okay, Kim and Eddie. Jack and Jerry. Milton, you're with me" and he snapped his fingers, signalling the start. I easily took down Eddie and finished within a couple minutes, and looking over, I could see Jack has too. Milton and Rudy went slow, but eventually, Milton was on his front with Rudy sitting on top. Glancing at the clock, Rudy quickly dismissed us all early.
"But we have another half hour before we're done!" Milton argued, stretching out his sore muscles. Rudy waved his argument away.
"I know, I know, but I have somewhere to be. You're not going to believe it, but I actually have a date." He says excitedly, grabbing things from his office.
"Whaaaaaaat?" Jerry exclaimed. "A date?!" Jack grins.
"Impressive, Rudy. Didn't think I'd ever hear those words come outta your mouth." He says, smirking. Rudy stuck his tongue out.
"HAHA, VERY FUNNY" he shouts, sarcastically. "I have to go now. Leave so I could lock up." Soon, the group of friends was all at the Chili Burger, talking and laughing.
"Oh hey Jack." Jerry says. "About your party, who'd you invite?"
"Oh yeah, I still have to text people. Hold on..." After typing up the invitation he sent it to everybody in the 'Friends' category, being extra careful to not accidentally send it to his parents. You only make that mistake once, after all. After, sliding the phone into his pocket, he answered Jerry's question. "Everyone." He said simply.
"Jack, everyone by Donna and them too?" I ask, kinda worried. I watch him as he shifts uncomfortably.
"Uh... yeah. Sorry." I feel the colour drain from my cheeks and I slapped his shoulder.
"Jack!" I cried. "Why would you invite my enemy to be in the same house as you, whom she happens to like, whom happens to be someone's date to the spring dance who she absolutely hates who is ME." I pause. "That doesn't make any sense, but you get the point." Jack pushes his hand through his hair in exasperation.
"I know, I do. I'm sorry Kim, I just did it out of spite, I guess..." I roll my eyes.
"Spite of what, Jack?"
I don't know... she was saying I was unpopular I guess, so I invited her to the party to show how popular I really am, I guess..." I sigh. What am I going to do?
"Maybe I shouldn't go..." I begin to say but Jack cuts me off.
"No no no, go! Don't worry about Donna, she won't do anything I swear." He places his arm around my shoulders. "You think I'd let anything happen?" I feel my face turn several shades of red and I turn my face away so he wouldn't notice. Instead, I focus on the menu above a table on the other side of the fast food place.
"Yeah" I hear Milton say. "We wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, Kim. We'll be like... like... your bodyguards." I could hear the excitement grow in his voice. "Like, knights. And you'll be the damsel in dis-" I kick his leg under the table. "Ow!"
"Be careful on how you finish that sentence, Milton." I say threateningly. The last thing I want is to be called a princess or a damsel in distress. Milton, smiles in pain.
"Uhm, how about I don't finish the sentence at all. How about that?" he says through gritted teeth. I smile sweetly at him.
"Good idea." Eddie laughs, clapping him on the shoulder. "So, when is this party?" he asks Jack.
"Saturday, at 1:00 pm. So that on Sunday, I have time to clean up before my parents come home." Jerry scratches his chin thoughtfully.
"So, there'll be hot girls there, right?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow at the wavy-haired boy. Jack smirks.
"Loads of 'em" Jerry fist bumps Eddie.
"Awesome!" Eddie exclaims. "We can finally find a date for the spring dance!" I snort.
"Right. Good luck." I say. "I'm sure there'll be lots of girls who would go for you guys."
"Not likely." A voice said from behind. The last voice I would ever want to hear. I turn to see Donna Tobin standing with her friends, wearing a tank top and a skirt up to the apex of her thighs. I give a look of disgust. So much skin. I thought. I can see from the corners of my eyes that the boys had the same thought as I did and were just as much displeased about her appearance. Donna continued. "Like any girls would go for a nerdy geek, a short, chubby boy, and a dude with a caterpillar on his face." I feel anger bubble inside of me.
"Oh shut up, Donna and leave them alone." I hiss through clenched teeth.
"Aw, how cute, the blonde troll is sticking up for her stupid little friends." She cooed. I could see Donna eyeing the arm around me in distaste. I fluster, having completely forgotten about Jack.
"You should leave, Donna" I hear him say from beside me. I was surprised at the seriousness in his voice. Donna pouts. I wrinkle my nose. She looks like a fish when she does that.
"But... why Jack? I thought that maybe, we had something, you know?" I snort. Loser. Jack shook his head, laughing a bit.
"Donna, I rejected your offer to be your date today. And you actually think I like you?" He says, amused. Donna flushes, clearly embarrassed.
"Yeah, bu-" Jack raised his other hand to stop her from continuing.
"Leave. You insulted my friends." He said, all trace of humour and amusement gone. He gestured to Jerry, Milton and Eddie, who were all wearing smug looks directed at the brunette. "So it might be in your best interest that you go away." Donna finally huffs and marches out of the restaurant, friends at her heels. Once she left, Jerry leans over for a high-five.
"Nice man!" he says, grinning at his friend.
"Yeah, Jack, thanks!" Eddie says. He looked towards me. "You too, Kim." Rolling my eyes, I turn to Jack, who was smiling triumphantly.
"Look at you, huh? Big boy." I tease. He laughs and sticks his tongue out.
"She's still gonna come, you know." He says, clearly regretting his invitation. I sigh and scratch the back of my head.
"Yeah... I know..."
I kinda commented on my own story . don't judge me, okay? I didn't know how else to contact you other than PM. I keep forgetting to ask questions in the chapters, so I'll just start now.
Chapter One: Favourite Dance Memories? Least favourite?
Chapter Two: Favourite Superhero?
Chapter Three: If you were to invite one character (anyone at all, maybe even that officer lady Xd) from Kickin' It to a party you threw, who would it be?