A/N: Hello, hi! Oh my gosh, 10 reviews overnight! I was having a very horrible week, and when I read your encouraging words urging me to continue, I felt so happy! You guys lifted my mood! Next week though, school is going to reopen for its second semester, so I won't be able to update as fast as this because I need to do work, and to write, and to proofread and all that. But I promise you guys this story will be seen to its end! This chapter features Milton, I do hope you enjoy!

P.S. out to siriusblackrox123: I took your advice and spaced it out. I do hope it's better to read now! Thank you for alerting me!

The Second

Kim Crawford was a bad liar.

She was in the dojo, hiding from the entire Seaford High School student body because of Grace. She humiliated her during lunch time, when she got onto her seat and began to shout to the entire cafeteria that Kim liked Jack. When she was asked, she couldn't even deny it to save her life.

Why did she inherit her father's inability to lie?

While she was beating up the dummies that surrounded her to let off her frustration, the door to the dojo opened. In came Jack, face expression solemn. Kim stopped whatever she was doing and watched Jack enter the room. "Oh, hi Jack," she greeted, trying to sound casual. Jack only looked at her. "What are you doing here alone?" Jack asked, gesturing to the empty dojo. "Uh..." Kim spluttered. 'To get away from you, of course,' Kim thought, but she couldn't say. She couldn't lie out of it too, she might get caught and he would still know. "Let me guess, it's because of what Grace said today, isn't it?" Jack offered. Kim sighed, nodded and turned away to one of the benches on the side of the dojo. She collapsed onto it. "Is it true?" Jack asked, approaching her seat on the bench. Kim's throat went dry.

Jack was now so near Kim that he was blocking her light. "Kim, is it true that you like me?" He asked again, his voice raspy. Kim contemplated answering him, but still, she nodded.

"Why did you run off though? Don't you want to know how I feel?" Jack asked again, and Kim felt as if she was interrogated, and she didn't want him to be there anymore. She just sat there and stayed silent; his presence compelling her to become stationary, just like the dummies that she had recently beat up.

Kim snorted upon hearing what Jack had said. "What you feel-?" Kim began, all the mocking thoughts lining themselves up in her head so that she could say it out loud to his face, but she couldn't say it, because Jack has already placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face up to make her face him. "Yes, Kim, what I feel." Jack repeated. The look on his face, no matter how much Kim denied it, strongly suggested sincerity: his eyes were warm, his smile looked real. Is this really...?

"Hah. Nice one, Jack The only thing you probably feel is-" Kim said, but was interrupted by Jack's lips on hers.

Her head swirled with thoughts of Jack and Jack only. His lips - they were exactly just how she remembered them: soft and gentle, light as a feather. Her eyes were wide open in shock and they began looking around, frantic and scared. 'Kim! Don't just sit there, do something!' her subconscious demanded. To her surprise, she kissed back. 'Not exactly what I had in mind...' her subconscious said again, sounding disappointed.

And Kim jolted awake.

"It was just a dream." she whispered to himself, sitting up on the bench where she laid down to take a nap. She began to laugh to herself. "I knew it was too good to be true," she said, recalling the dream in her head. She brought her knees to her chest and rested her chin onto it, pouting. "If I had known it was a dream I should've just stayed asleep a little longer," she thought out loud. She looked around, "but it felt so real..." her voice drifted off as she touched her lips with her fingers. "It was probably one of those lucid dreams again." she rationalised, and chuckled to herself. She got up from the bench, and went into the girls' change room.

Meanwhile, at the glass-panelled entrance to the dojo, Milton Krupnick stood there, hugging a paper container full of falafel balls, his eye twitching. He couldn't believe what he just saw.

Milton was in Rudy's office, hiding from the Black Dragons. As he lay on the couch watching one of Rudy's Bobby Wasabi movie tapes, he heard the door open. He reached for the TV remote, clicked pause, got up, and opened the blinds that showed the dojo. He saw Kim entering with a red face, throwing her bag from her back to the wall, and she seemed as if she couldn't care less as to where it had landed. She began to singlehandedly bring out the dummies and set them on the mat, and Milton could tell from the look on her face that he shouldn't bother her. He slowly brought down the blinds, so she wouldn't notice him there as well, and as soon as the blinds were fully closed, he returned to his Bobby Wasabi movie, with a volume turned much lower.

Moments later, he was watching another movie when he started to get hungry. Not forgetting Kim's presence, he pressed his ear to the door to listen in on the kicking. It was silent. He separated two of the blinds to peek outside, and he found the dummies flat on the mat. He looked around to what he could see, and he saw Kim's bag still there in its lopsided position. He tilted his head in confusion. Left with no choice by an empty stomach and a raging curiosity he softly opened the door, not bothering to close it or else she would find out by the click that someone else was here other than her.

Finally outside Rudy's office, he looked around the dojo and found Kim, on the bench, fast asleep. She exhaled deeply and loudly and twisted to face the wall.

Seeing that, he began to tiptoe to the door. He pulled out a chair and set it in front of the door. He clasped the wind chimes that hung above the door together in his hand, and unhooked them. He got down from the chair and placed the chimes down softly and slowly on the trophy case. He tiptoed again to the chair, carried it up and stashed it away again, all done without making a single sound. And he tiptoed out the door, to Falafel Phil's, to get some food for him to eat. Hopefully the Black Dragons are in their dojo and not outside. He already went into so much trouble to not bother Kim while getting out; he isn't going to waste it all by running back in screaming, defeating the purpose of removing the wind chimes.

When he got back, hugging a cardboard container full of falafel balls, he saw a sight he didn't think that he would see in all the time that he has known Jack and Kim.

Jack's lips were on the lips of a sleeping Kim, who didn't seem to feel a thing.

Milton's eyes grew wider and wider with each passing second. He dropped his falafel ball into the container, jaw dropping in shock.

Jack finally pulled away, and turned around to the door's direction. Milton wasn't quick enough to think of an escape, as he was frozen to the ground, shocked at what he had seen. Jack seemed unfazed that Milton stood there, and only put his finger to his lips. Milton did the same while nodding, head swirling in shock by what he had seen.

Jack got up from the bench and walked to the door, opening it and coming out of it. He patted Milton on his right shoulder and walked away.

And Kim jolted awake.

She began to talk to herself. Then she began to laugh. Now she had a dreamy expression on her face. She brought her knees to her chest and rested her chin onto it, pouting, saying something. She looked around, and then she touched her lips. Oh no, she was going to find out it was real! Milton was alarmed. 'Times like these I wish I knew how to lip-read.' he thought to himself with regret. Then her face formed a contorted look and she chuckled to herself. She got up from the bench, and went into the girls' change room.

At the glass-panelled entrance to the dojo, Milton Krupnick stood there, hugging a paper container full of falafel balls, his eye twitching. He couldn't believe what he just saw.