A/N: Alrighty, part 2 is here! As I said, it's been sitting on my hard drive, so I thought I'd post part 1, go to sleep, and post part 2. And I've woken up and here it is! I'd like to thank all the reviews, favorite stories, and story alerts I got for this fic! You guys are just so great and lovely. But there is one person I need to address because it was a kinda anonymous review by someone named 'iluvLEOHOWARD' and now I can't respond to them privately so it's happening here. Even if I can't be sure they'll see it... anyways. That'll be at the bottom if you guys are interested or if you are iluvLEOHOWARD and you are reading this.

Anyways I enjoyed writing it, hope you like reading it!

DISCLAIMER! I don't own Kickin' It. If I did, why would I be writing fanficiton when I could be writing scripts?

This was gonna be good. I waited until the last possible second to take my jacket off, because underneath, I was wearing my hot pink sports bra. And just my sports bra. That could freak Jack out, but the hot pink was more than just your average, every day hot pink. It's like an uppercut to unsuspecting eyes. By the time I got my jacket off,, Jerry had already stepped back and said begin.

Jack noticed the change in clothing, or lack thereof, just like I thought he would. He went from defensive to completely dazed in a split second. I took advantage of this and grabbed his right shoulder with my right hand, swept my foot behind his to knock him to the ground. In the next second, I was leaning down with my elbow propped on my leg, which was currently on top of Jack's chest.

"I think I win this round," I say, taking my foot off of his chest and offering him my hand.

He grabs my hand and I pull him up, he shakes his head angrily, "Time out!"

"You can't call time out!" I protest angrily.

"Yes you can!" Jerry interjects, "You can't call time in the middle of a round, but in between there can be a short break."

"Two minutes." I say.

"Three." Jack demands.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

I turn on my heel, grabbing my water bottle and taking a swig. I pull my jacket on too, don't want him getting used to this sight. It's' not going to happen often.

The boys are acting like what they're saying is so secretive, huddling like football players at halftime. If they really want it to be secret, they shouldn't talk so loud. I can hear everything they're saying.

For instance, right now Jack's saying, "It's not fair! She can't wear... just... that to spar!" I smile, my plan is so awesome, "It's distracting!"

"It's perfectly legal," Milton says, and of course he's right. I looked it up. The rule actually says, "Shirts are recommended" not required, just recommended. Milton reminds Jack of this factoid.

"Huh... You know what... That just might work..." at this point I'm completely lost, but whatever. I take another swig of my water, then turn around.

"Are you ready to lose?" I taunt.

"I think you should be asking yourself that." Jack flings right back.

"Okay, okay. Let's just start round two," Jerry tries to keep the peace, but in a couple seconds, I'll take off my jacket and have Jack on the floor and begging for mercy in no time. "Bow and begin!"

This time, when I take off my jacket though... Something weird happens.

Not only do I take off my jacket, Jack flings off the silly robe he was wearing earlier and reveals that he too is not wearing a shirt. Firstly, way to steal my idea (minus the sports bra). Secondly, in answer to the question "Does Jack look good with his shirt off?" No. No he doesn't. He looks absolutely fan-freaking-tastic. Though Jack was hoping for the same result I had, it was, in fact, my idea in the first place, so I was (thankfully) not as shocked.

After a few well blocked blows from both sides, though, I noticed just how well Jack's muscles worked when he was fighting... And the next thing I knew, I was looking at the ceiling. I didn't realize it, but when I had grabbed Jack's wrist to stop him from landing a blow, he had swung his leg under my feet and knocked me off them. My feet, I mean. He extended his hand and I latched on, letting him help me up.

Now it's one-for-one. The next round would determine who won the sparring match, and I could not lose. Jerry says go, and I go. I cut and block and move lightly on my feet, Jack does the same. But as Jack tries to cut at me with his left hand I shift my body so that my right shoulder faces him, I grab his left hand with my right, pulling myself behind Jack and using my foot to push him down on the ground, successfully winning the round.

"And... Kim wins the spar..." Jerry says, notably lackluster.

I jump up off Jack, thrusting my fists in the air and doing a happy dance over to my bag, where I proceed to put a shirt on, still dancing around.

"Good match," Jack smiles at me.

"Uh-uh. No way are you getting off that easy, buster," I take a swig of my water. Jack rolls his eyes, still smiling... Notably, still shirtless.

"Fine. you don't have a crush on me," I throw my fist up in the air, "Now. I've said it, and I'll stop mentioning anything about it but that doesn't mean I believe it." He turns away from me, and now I'm livid.

"That's ridiculous!" I exclaim. "You can't just do that!"

"Too late!" Jack calls over his shoulder as he swaggers off to the guys bathroom and I'm left to sulk about my success-slash-failure.

After the spar, Rudy came back and everybody ended up sparring, but Jack and I didn't. At least, not against each other. I beat Milton, Eddie and Jerry no problem. And Jack beat them too. When Eddie and Jerry finished sparring, and it was looking like I was going to have to spar against Jack again, Rudy looked at the clock and shouted that it was time for him to go, and us too. Jerry and Eddie lived within walking distance, so they left almost immediately. Milton's dad was at a frozen yogurt place somewhere in the mall, just so Milton wouldn't have to wait too long. Rudy scooted us out, said, "See ya! I got a hot date!" saluted, and took off.

I walked over to the planter, sitting on the bench and texting my mom that we had finished. Next thing I knew, Jack was sitting next to me.

"You know," he began, "You're a pretty good sparring partner."

I allowed a small smile, "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

"Thanks." Jack looks at me, "You know I just say you have a crush on me to joke around right? I wouldn't actually make fun of someone who actually did have a crush on me."

"Well that's good, I mean, I thought you were serious." I say.

"Really?" He looks shocked. "Huh."

"Now, if you really want to know who has a crush on you, try any other girl in the freshman class." I joke.

"Ha, if only!" Jack chuckles.

"Oh, I'm serious. They've got it bad!" I say.

Jack just looks at me like I'm crazy, "If they're not talking about lipgloss, they're talking about how 'beautiful' your eyes are and how 'mysterious' you are and how I'm 'like totes lucky' to be able to go to the same dojo as you." I say, using air quotes on the the things they say to me.

"You're joking!" Jake starts laughing, it's infectious, and soon I start laughing too.

"I couldn't make that stuff up if I wanted to!" We continue to laugh and it feels good. Maybe... Maybe Jack isn't so full of himself after all, I mean, he didn't even know those girls liked him.

A loud buzzing noise disturbs our happy bubble, my mom texting that she's here, and that we're having leftovers for dinner. "Hey, I gotta go," I say, looking apologetically at Jack.

"Alright, that's cool. See you at school," He gives me a sort of half grin and in that moment I could kinda see what all the other girls were so in love with but didn't really understand about Jack. He's not just cute, he's a genuinely nice person. And, well, he's a good friend.

I smile to myself as I slide into my mom's minivan.

"Hey honey, did you get my text?"

"Well, seeing as I'm in the car, yes. But why do we have to have leftovers? All that's left over is that tuna and onion casserole!" That thing was disgusting.

"And I'm trying to get rid of it. So you will eat the rest with your little brother!" Mom says, and I'm so not looking forward to the fishy food that awaits me. But, on the other hand, I can't wait to get home and get up to my room. I needed to update my Diary on what just went down.

Dear Diary,

After getting Jack to finally stop pestering me by trying to get me to 'admit' to crushing on him, I actually start to crush on him.

Thanks Irony. You're hysterical.

Later,

x Kim

PS: Mom forced that fish-and-onion casserole on us again for leftovers. She said if I ate it, she'd never make it again. Let's cross our fingers on that one...

Now, my response.

to iluvLEOHOWARD:

While I appreciate you actually taking the time to review my story, you didn't even read this part, so you don't have the full story. No, she does not just flash her boobs, as you can see from the first paragraph. Yes, I can see you wouldn't know that from the first chapter, but really? Saying I made Kim have no respect for herself? That's completely wrong. And if you have a problem with her wearing a only a sports bra and sweat pants to spar, then the first thing you should remember is that it's described as visually assaulting to your eyes. I had a sports bra in mind, actually for this, it's at Target. It really assaults your eyes, but if you're running in the middle of the night (or hoping to disarm someone while sparring), it's very effective.

The second thing (if you still have a problem), is that women wear sports bras and only sports bras to gyms all the time! It's not about disrespecting yourself, it's about not overheating (I wear sportsbras and shorts to yoga all the time!), and while I can see Kim is not really sweating it out in this one, I'm sure she'd have no qualms with wearing a sports bra to work out.

Thirdly, if you have a problem with Kim wearing a sports bra, I just want to point out that pretty much half the stories on here have the gang at the beach, where Jack is usually shirtless and Kim's in a bikini (not complaining about the other stories, they're really good and I like reading them, just using them to make a point). If you don't have a problem with that, then I have something to say to you. A SPORTS BRA COVERS MORE THAN A BIKINI TOP.

And if you seriously don't have a problem with Jack taking his shirt off, and still have one with Kim, that's particularly irritating because she's doing the girl's equivalent, and that's just unfair.

But, really, above all, it's my story, and I like it.

x Em.

So, um. That's it! I feel like it's a good place to end. And I won't continue it, seeing as they haven't gotten together in the how and yeah. If you want more, you can check out my other story, Kickin It: Of Burgers and Training Dummies.

For those of you who were absolutely lovely, thanks again, you made my day! I'd really appreciate reviews, even if your comment isn't all smiles and kisses. Thanks for reviewing and favoriting and story-alerting, you guys are awesome :D

x Em