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This chapter doesn't have much Gunther and Jackie in it but I'll improve on that for the next one.
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The rest of the school day had gone by pretty quickly, as the group left for the bus together they couldn't help but laugh at what had happened during the last class, their teacher; Mr. Wally Yoshido was, in the most polite way possible, a total klutz. He had managed to break the projector, scatter all the papers that were going to be passed out, tripped on his way to the door (twice) and knocked the TV out the 2nd story window. All before the first 15 minutes of class had passed. He was a good teacher all the same though. And despite the jinx he was, the students soon learned that he was a man worthy of respect, and he respected all of them as well.
Jackie and Gunther sat together while Kick and Kendall sat in the seat behind them, since the schools "Most Perfect Couple" were going on a date that night, Kick had asked Kendall to hang out with him, of course she had put the condition that he advance at least a little on some of the assignments that would come up.
"Those projects and assignments aren't gonna start till later this week!" Kick protested.
"That is exactly why we should get them done now." She answered, "That way you can have more free time to do what you want."
Kick raised an eyebrow and smirked, "You mean like hang out with you?"
Kendall shrugged, "There's that. But I was mostly talking about your stunts, you do have a bit show this weekend." She turned away from a frowning Kick to look into her backpack, attempting to hide her blushing face.
Kick looked towards the front of the bus, his emotions battling each other. She remembered his big stunt; and that thrilled him, but this was the second dismissal of his advances. Once was common every once in a while, but twice in one day? He could feel his confidence starting to shake, but he pushed his insecurities aside again, he was Kick Buttowski, he had fought for Kendall's affections since the second year of middle school, and he would keep fighting till he got them.
"Tell me," He said suddenly while turning to look at her, "What's your idea of a good first date?"
Her head whipped around at the word 'date' and she looked at him with wide eyes. He smirked as his confidence flew sky-high, her reaction was better than anything he could have expected.
Truth be told, Kendall was panicking on the inside, thoughts running a million miles a minutes, but in a completely different direction.
Why is he asking that? Why would he want to know in the first place? I thought he still wasn't into that kind of stuff! Is it possible he likes someone? Who is she!?
But she smiled, and said in a playful tone, "Kick Buttowski, are you asking ME for advice?"
And Kick's confidence hit rock bottom.
She began giggling, "Wow what a day, this has to be put in the history books! Clarence Buttowski asks Kendall Perkins for advice!" She started shaking with laughter, so much that she had to hold her sides and wipe tears from her eyes.
While Kick looked at her sulking, Kendall was doing her best to make sure her acting looked real. The mere thought of him liking someone else was enough to break her. As she began to calm down she looked at him again, still with a smile on her face,
"Sorry Kick," She giggled again, "I just couldn't help myself"
Kick was slouching in his seat with his arms crossed, looking at the front of the bus again. "Yeah, whatever."
Kendall frowned, she hadn't meant to make him sulk, she just didn't want him to see her sad. They rode the rest of the way in awkward silence. When they were finally dropped off Kick looked at her again,
"I was being serious though," He brushed her golden hair from her face "What is your idea of a good first date?"
His touch was enough to send her over the edge; Kendall felt her heart swell, her blood drain and rush thru her body, and once again short of breath.
In her view, Kick must have thought she wasn't sure how to answer because he pulled his hand back and looked towards her house,
"I just thought, you know, since you have experience in dating and your one of the coolest people I know that you might be able to help me out"
Kendall looked down; she knew she couldn't hide her blushing face for long, so she would have to come up with an excuse,
"Actually... I... don't really have that much experience..." Her voice trailed off.
Kick looked at her with surprise this time, "But you dated Ronaldo up till the summer before the seventh grade!" It pained him a bit knowing that Ronaldo had been her first boyfriend, when he had wanted to be the one to take that role. But he wasn't totally into that at the time, so as a result, he had been too late.
"Yeah well..." Kendall shifted nervously, the blush still on her face but now it was a mixture of when Kick hand touched her hair, and embarrassment. Kick couldn't help but think she looked so cute when she blushed, so he lifted her chin to get a better view and to satisfy his own curiosity.
"Tell me."
Suddenly, Kendall felt relief. With Kick, everything was ok, everything was right, everything was safe.
She gathered her courage "Do you remember the time we fought right when school let out, our last year of elementary?"
Kick nodded, he would remember it forever.
**At the time, they were arguing as usual but it had turned into a personal kind of argument. She was mad, saying he would never understand what it was like to be the only heiress, the sole benefactor to a family's estate. She had to live life the way it was planned out for her; live up to the standards that had been there since before she was born. He would never understand that she didn't have a choice, to live life the way she wanted too.
As she had said those words, her pain came to light, and the tears she had tried for so long to hide came forth. Kick simply stared at her, unsure of what to do. He knew he couldn't comfort her; after all, he had a life that was the complete opposite of hers. If he said anything, she would only become more upset, because his words would be empty, no true meaning behind them. But somehow, he knew what to say. With wisdom and maturity beyond his years, he looked at her and simply said;
"Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?" **
"Those words changed me," Kendall said, breaking his thoughts, "For the first time I actually believed I had a choice. Maybe you said them carelessly, but to me, it was like a weight had been lifted off, and I decided to do what I wanted. So I broke up with Ronaldo, he may have seemed like perfect guy for the standards I used to believe I had, but he wasn't. He wasn't the guy for me. I wouldn't even call what I had with him a real relationship. So I can't really help you on what you're asking."
Relief flooded thru Kick, so she had no true feelings for Ronaldo. Maybe, if he played it right, he would be the one to actually hold Kendall's heart. His hand went from her chin to her hand.
"Experience has nothing to do with my question." His steely gaze intense, looking straight into the depths of her eyes, "I want to know what Kendall Perkins considers a perfect first date."
For a moment they looked at each other, both wishing for something more, something that at the moment, they weren't sure would ever happen.
Finally, Kendall gave a haughty, arrogant smile "Up for a challenge?" She asked.
Kick couldn't help but smile back, full on daredevil face; this was the side of Kendall that had made him go crazy in a good way.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Paintball?!" Kick shouted over the noise of the other players who were busy attacking each other. When Kendal had first mentioned paintball, he'd been sure she was joking, after all, he knew her better than anyone else. Or, at lease he thought he did.
Kendall smiled at him, "Yup, I always wanted to play paintball, and what better way than on a date? Movies; can't talk. Fancy dinner; over rated. Walking on the beach; come on there are more fun things to do!"
She laughed as she jumped over the log they had hidden behind. Kick ran after her with as smirk on his face.
Today's rules were simple, the last team of two standing would win, and since Kendall was just as competitive as he was, he was sure they would win.
After what seemed like the longest battle in history, only one other couple was left besides Kick and Kendall, "Ok Kendall," Kick whispered while keeping an eye on the enemy, "I'm gonna go around and..." He turned to find she had disappeared.
"Kendall? Kendall!"
He began looking frantically around and then suddenly heard two shots come from behind him he looked around the tree to see the last team, defeated, and an incredibly sexy Kendall behind them
"Hasn't anyone ever told you never to turn your back on the enemy?" She said tauntingly
Wow… Kendall looks amazing with a gun… Kick thought to himself.
As they walked towards the parking lot, they both praised and somewhat flirted with each other on their teamwork and their win.
"It was all you Kendall; you totally won the game for us"
"No, I couldn't have done it without an amazing partner."
"Pft please, I was only in the background, you were the real star"
As he said this she giggled, "Without the people in the background, how would the stars shine?"
Kick looked at her for a moment, and in that moment, Kendall saw something in his features she had never seen before, this face, was so sincere, so pure, it made her heart race.
"Kendall..." He spoke in a tone that matched his face.
But the warning signals in her head were blaring, and she quickly cut him off. "Oh by the way, did my answer help you out with what you were asking about earlier?"
Kick stared at her dumbfounded, at a complete loss for words; she had just tossed his near confession aside like some unwanted sweater.
Finally, he sighed. "Well I've realized that I still have a lot to learn." He turned to her and gave another cocky look, "Mind giving me a class?"
Suddenly Kendall froze. And the awkward silence that only seemed to appear in cartoons when someone suddenly freezes filled the air. "Uh... Kendall?"
"NNNNNOOOOOO!" She grabbed her head and dropped to a crouching position, "We never got to work on our assignments! If I want to have this weekend free I have to work on them now!" She exclaimed in complete hysterics.
As she continued to freak out, Kick watched in amusement. School was important to her, even after their talk, but it was mostly because she liked doing well in school, and she thoroughly enjoyed having the weekends free not having to think about what might be due.
"Relax," Kick said dismissively walking towards his motorcycle. "I'll give you a ride and work on the assignment too. It's the least I can do" He grabbed his extra helmet handing to her, sat on the motorcycle and held out his hand. Kendall looked at him with surprise at first, but took his hand.
He took off, "Hold on tight!"
"No need to remind me!" She responded laughing.
As they sped thru town, Kendall allowed herself to enjoy the moment as she tightened her arms around Kick's waist; even at the speed he was going at, Kendall felt safe.
Kick was also enjoying the moment, the thrill of riding at speeds most people would faint at the thought of combined with having the arms of Kendall Perkins around him was ecstasy.
Yeah so this chapter is a bit cheesy... I like it but I'm still if-y on it. If that makes sense. Remember, help me improve! Constructive criticism only!