HIII! Thank you for all the reviews for only the first chapter! That's amazing! Well, I don't have much to say to you now except that most of the story is going to be in Kim's POV. So enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kickin' It

KPOV

I had lived in this foster/dojo home my whole life. You know, the sad, cliché story about my parents dying when I was at a young age and an Uncle that never knew he had a niece was called to take me in. I was two at the time, and Rudy is crazy enough to start training me as soon as I curiously picked up a black belt, superstitious Rudy thought it was a sign. I don't mind, though, I love Karate and this place, they are my family and everybody at school and in the neighborhood know not to mess with me or my family.

I was a bit surprised when we were informed that we were getting a new kid. The last new kid to come here was Eddie and that was 7 years ago when all of us were nine and were kids that didn't understand what was happening. So I was concerned about if this kid would be violent or cause trouble among us.

I was giving tips to Eddie about his kicks and other moves when I felt new kid's presence in the dojo, don't ask how, I am just well aware of my surroundings. I ignored it until Rudy clapped his hands to get our attention, introducing Jack.

Of course things didn't go as smoothly after that, including my shock that Jack was a really good looking boy. But I managed to scold him before he went into his room.

Presently, I was making a sandwich for myself and spreading the Mayo when Jack silently walked in.

At least he understood that he needed to eat lunch, I doubt that he ate breakfast. I ignored him just as he ignored me. The silence didn't last long anyways because Jerry graced us with his presence, "Yo, Kim! Make me a sandwich!"

I heard Jack start laughing from Jerry's nerve before covering it up with a series of coughs. I was furious of course, I turned around with the butter knife still tight in my hand and I stared Jerry down, "Make your own darn sandwich Jerry, and while you're at it, make the rest of the guys sandwiches." I slammed the butter knife down in the sink. The sound echoed around the home apparently and the rest of the guys ran in.

"I heard a clang, what happened?" Rudy asked and Milton and Eddie nodded their heads in agreement with his question.

Surprisingly, it was Jack who spoke up, "Jerry told Kim to make him a sandwich." He was still trying to stop from smiling.

There was a series of groans from the new attendants in the room. They all knew me to make all the boys do something around the home if one of them insulted me or women.

"Not swag, yo!" Jerry protested.

I nodded, "Yeah, but Jerry is going to make all of you guys' sandwiches, have fun."

There was cheering and orders as I walked away from the counter to sit at the table to eat my sandwich.

Jerry made each sandwich one by one, and one by one, the boys came to sit with me at the table. Jack was still left standing by the counter and Jerry was still making sandwiches, supposedly Jack's. But I realized that I was wrong when Jerry came to sit at the table with his own sandwich.

I shot him a glare as he went to take a bite of his sandwich, he froze, "What?"

I motioned with my head towards Jack who was now making his own sandwich.

"Oh," Jerry understood, "He didn't want me, or anyone to touch his food, I guess. He flat out refused to let me."

I looked at Jack again who was putting away the ingredients, I stood up and wiped the crumbs off my shirt. I walked over to the counter, throwing my napkin away as I did.

Jack was reaching for the Mayo when I cut him off, grabbing it from the counter, "That's okay, you go eat." I told him, not making eye contact. Suddenly I was shy.

I saw him nod from the corner of my eye as he gathered his meal and went to sit at the edge of the long table. He really thought that he would only be here for a short time. Strange.

I finished cleaning up before I headed to my room for my sweats so I could train a bit. My usually routine unbroken.

My room was appropriately purple, my favorite color, with posters of bands scattered around the walls. My favorite spot was my floor length window. It was thin, but nice. Of course there was no height to the building so the window didn't over look the ocean or anything, but at certain times of the day and night, the sun and moon were in perfect places for drawings. That's what took up the extra space on my walls, my drawings. I absolutely loved drawing, although I don't know which side of the family I inherited it from, though, so it sadly doesn't make me feel any closer to my dead parents like a lot of kids feel.

I quickly changed into my workout clothes that were strewn on the bed from this morning.

I walked out to the mat, expecting it to be empty like it always was at this time of day besides for me. But the sight in front of me rendered me speechless. Jack was beating the crap out of the dummies. But not like Eddie, Jerry, or Milton would be. No, Jack was amazing. He was doing things that even I wasn't able to do yet. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if Rudy wasn't able to do them.

As he started to slow down a bit, I decided it was time to step in. I made sure to make noise so as not to startle him as I walked towards him. He heard and turned towards me with a somewhat surprised look on his beautiful face. Ignore that last part.

I didn't give him a chance to explain himself, "Okay, that was almost impressive." I smiled a little at my understatement.

Jack didn't find any of this funny, "What are you doing here?!" he snapped.

I didn't even flinch, just tilted my head a bit, trying to understand what was going on, "This is the mat in a dojo, I was coming to train. I didn't know you did Karate." I explained quickly.

Jack shrugged, "Yeah, so?" he asked rudely.

I shrugged back, nonchalantly, "Well now Rudy doesn't have to train you. Maybe you can even train him." I laughed slightly to myself, if Rudy heard me say that, he would go berserk with competitiveness.

"There's nothing funny about this." Jack snapped.

I shrugged, "Well, it kind of is. When you train with us, just make sure you don't show all your skill, let Rudy think that he make's you a little better."

Jack was shaking his head as I said this, "I'm not training with you."

I scoffed, "Of course you are! Why wouldn't you?"

"I said I'm not training with you! Kim! Any of you! Let it go! It's not happening!" Jack's voice rose a bit with his anger, but it never got loud enough to alert someone.

He pushed past me, I was too shocked to stop him, and went into his room, closing the door with a force that wasn't even a slam, just a reminder that he was angry.

I snapped out of my shock a few seconds later and began warming up, thinking about the conversation Jack and I just had.

"Somebody came out of the wrong end of the donkey." I whispered to myself.

Okay, I really don't know how I came up with that last part, it just kind of seemed to fit to me. So, I hoped you liked this, and what Kim did to Jerry after being told to make his sandwich is totally something I would do. Haha! So, please REVIEW! It definitely makes me write faster!

~COCO