I'm sorry I haven't updated, but here's the first chapter. Also, Jack will be in this story. Just like The Mission, he appears later.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.

-The Capitol-

"I'm sorry Kim but..."

"Nice speaking with you. We'll call you if you got the job..."

"Kimberly please come back when you finish college with the right degree..."

"Sorry, we're not looking for anyone..."

"We'd love to have you here, but..."

"Maybe you can get the job if you..." (gets slammed in face)

"No."

So many jobs. They all didn't want me.

I let my backpack slip off my shoulder and hit the floor. I groan, closing my eyes and letting my body fall into my soft, warm bed. I dug my face into the very fluffy pillow. I sigh heavily and let out a tiny scream.

"No luck?" My dorm mate, Jessica, asked.

"What do you think?" I sarcastically asked with my face still in my pillow.

Jessica was very aware that I needed the money for school now. She found out when she overheard me talking to my mom on the phone.

You see, my parents were hard working business people. They didn't see it coming when their boss called them up and fired them. It was because of budge cuts. They had to let people go. My parents were there for ten years. They had to move four times because of that job. They didn't deserve to be fired.

My parents were supporting me. They gave the money to pay for me to be there at Seaford University. They told me three months ago. They were stuggling to keep the house so I insisted them to stop sending money. I said I can get a job and fend for myself. I said that two month ago. The money that they gave was up to it's limit and my college savings account was almost done as well.

I spent it on admission, tuition, library, books, food, and clothes. I also pay for going to sports events, a special fee for my electronics. Oh and a tutor. I do not get government.

So yeah, six months in college and I was basically broke. Let's not start with the mid term fees I still didn't pay off yet.

I needed a job desperately. I needed one that would get me lots of money quickly. I could get tips.

"Maybe a waitress job."

"Come one Kim. Get out of the gutter. You'll get a job sooner or-"

"Don't you dare say it. I need it sooner. By next week to be exact," I interrupted.

"There has to be something out there," Jessica said, sighing.

I lift my head from my pillow, and flipped over. I look up at her. Her curly brunette hair fell to her shoulder. My eye brows stitched together.

"You got a hair cut?" I asked.

"Yeah, two days ago. You didn't notice because your eyes were glued to your books and job ads," She said with a hint of bitterness.

"I'm sorry. It's-"

"It's ok. I perfectly understand." She flashed her straight white teeth. "But, Kim, I can seriously help you. You don't even have to pay back."

"Jessica, we've been through this. I'm not taking your donations because I'm not a charity. I have to find a job because I can't come to you for financial aid all the time. I need to be responsible."

"I know. Why don't you get student loans for the time being?"

"And drown in debt when I'm older? No thanks."

Jessica sighed out of frustration.

"You're so stubborn." She growls as she leaves the room.

I couldn't help but stick my touge out at her behind her back, like a child.

I grab a water bottle from the fridge and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. My stacks of newspapers and books laid on the coffee table. It was a mess that I didn't try to clean for the past five months. I had to switch between studying and doing homework to finding good job ads every other hour. It was a pain in the ass but I had to get used to it.

I sat down on the couch that sat in front of the messy stacks. I sighed as I reached for my book pile. It was time to study for my economics test. I shuffled through heavy books to find the one I was looking for. I flipped to the page 69. I was invited by the same nasty drawing I've seen pop up for the past six months. It was a dick. Never rent a book kids because apparently collage students are a lot more immature than you'd think. I ignored the poorly drawn dick and read about stocks and stuff like that.

I was in the middle of reading over taxes when I heard the click-clack of high heels. I looked up from my book and toward the kitchen counter. Jessica was in the kitchen, grabbing her car keys for the counter. She stepped out the kitchen and walked toward the front door.

"Where are you going looking like that?" I asked.

Jessica turned around to me. She was wearing a black strapless dress that fell a little above her knees. She also wore black pumps and a choker necklace with studded earrings. Jessica had used a dark red lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner. She still had her hair in curls.

"Oh, so you've finally noticed me," Jessica said.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. So where are you going?"

"There's a hot club in town and a friend of mine wants me to go with her. Apparently they have different themes every other night. Tonight it's an all black affair," Jessica answers.

"Oh. I think I've heard of it. Isn't it called The Capitol? And isn't for twenty year olds?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

Jessica started nibbling on her bottom lip. I started smirking.

"I thought you were the goody two shoes here," I said.

Jessica sighed. "Yeah, but Amber's making me go. She said she really needed someone to go with her. We have fake IDs to get in."

Jessica pouted, disappointed in herself. I sigh.

"Jessica, if you get caught-"

"I won't! Don't say that! People sneak in clubs with fake IDs all the time. I don't even understand why you have to be twenty to get in. It's usually eighteen. It's stupid. I wouldn't need a fake ID if it were eighteen."

"Maybe they don't want you to get scarred for life after seeing a bunch of naked women. You do realize it's a strip club as well, right?" I said.

Jessica went on a rant, which I didn't pay attention to until I heard this.

"Come with me. You need to relax and have fun. I kinda already have an ID made for you."

When did she switch from being angry about the age thing to me?

"Jessica, I can't. I have a test tomorrow and-"

"You're perfectly fine without studying. I know that you know economics. You know it like the back of your hand. And as for the job hunting, it could wait. One night without hunting won't hurt you."

I frowned. "You have a point," I muttered.

I looked between and her and my book a few times before making my decision.

"I can't believe we actually got in!" I shouted over the music.

"I told you they'd work!" Amber shouted.

We walked through the crowd of people who were either sweaty and grinding on each other, or sweaty and showing off their dance moves. We made our way to a free booth on the other side of the club. We sat down. I looked around the place.

It was pretty big. There was black stage/runway in the front. It had silver poles at the ends of the stage and one at the end of the runway. Then on the sides there are booths that are in the wall. Tables were set in the back and some surrounded the runway. The bar was on the side that we sat. It was about forty to fifty feet long and had many bartenders, men and women. I saw one of them pour a drink that changed color for green to blue as he poured. The cute brunette had a charming smile as he served the mysterious drink.

The rest of the space was for the dance floor where the multi-color lights began and lit open the room with its rapidly changing color.

And the DJ was good. At that moment he was blasting "Where Are You Now" by Skrillex and Diplo featuring Justin Bieber. The Latino DJ bounced with the beat along with the crowd.

"Did I mention how much I love your dress Kim?!" Amber suddenly shouted in my ear.

"Thank you!" I shouted back to her.

I wore a long sleeved black lace bodycon dress with the back cut out. It stopped above my knees. For shoes, I wore black ankle boot wedges I wore the same make up as Jessica. I didn't bother with jewelry.

I turned the Jessica, who was nibbling on her bottom lip and looking into space.

"Jessica what's wrong?!" I leaned to her.

Jessica got snapped out of thought.

"I feel really bad! What if we get-"

"People!" The DJ suddenly shouted into his mic and lowered the volume on the music. "It's the moment we've been waiting for all night!"

We saw people howl and do wolf whistles. We give each other confused looks before the DJ continued.

"Everybody, welcome to the stage, Sparkle!"

Everyone went wild, even the women in this place. The DJ played "Rocket" by Beyoncé. I turned my attention toward the stage like everyone else. I saw that the tables that surrounded the stage were already filled with men and some women. Then she came out. Sparkle. I can't even explain to you how wild the crowd got when they saw what she was in.

She wore a black long sleeved crop top. The sleeves of the top were slit. She also wore some black shorts that were dangerously short with black pumps. Sparkle had her black hair in a long ponytail with a bump. To top the outfit off she wore a black mask. A mask that looked like it belonged to a teenage mutant ninja turtle.

She showed a lot of her caramel skin. Her crop top had a deep v neck so you saw the valley of her breasts. Sparkle slowly made her way to the end of the hallway moving her hips. She wrapped her hands around the silver pole and slowly bent down.

Nothing but howls and perverted comments.

Sparkle got up, waving her ass around and putting on a show. She wined to the slow beat and got closer to the tables. Men and women waved money. She got on all fours. A man shoved a five in her top. Another one from behind shoved a ten in her waistband.

"Fifteen dollars for waving your ass around dramatically. That's easy cash," I thought.

She did more sexually dancing for a couple minutes, collecting more money in her waistband.

"Aye! You can be a stripper!" Jessica whispered.

I turned to her and saw a goofy smile spread across her face. She giggled a bit before turning her attention to Sparkle, who was now accompanied by two other strippers. They wore the same thing as Sparkle, except they wore black high heel boots, their hair was out and they wore red masks.

I rolled my eyes at the idea of becoming a stripper. I would never become a stripper to pay off my fees. My desperate, but not that desperate.

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