A/N so basically, don't own anything, love the reviews. Here's the next chapter.
Today I was at school walking down the stairs, hand in hand with Jack, behind Jerry, Eddie, and Milton. And Jerry and Jack were complaining about their health class.
"Man, I can't handle health class anymore"
"Yeah, I took that class. When they showed the video of the whale having a baby, I almost gave birth to my lunch"
I laughed as Jerry continued "well, Grace asked me to be her health class partner. We had to take care of an egg and pretend it was our baby"
Eddie crossed his arms "How'd that work out for you"
"Yo, I couldn't take the pressure. This morning I snapped, fried up our baby and ate it"
"And I am a witness to that brutal egg baby murder" I raised my hand.
"Big news everyone. Big news!" a teacher came around the corner shouting "Thanks to a winning essay by Kim Crawford, our school has won a concert from international mega pop star Ricky weaver!" Ew, really? Ricky Weaver? Let me just crawl into a corner and die.
"I can't believe I won!" Kim said to a girl she was talking to over by the locker.
"Hold on a second" I walked over to Kim the boys trailing behind me "You're into that puke fest Ricky Weaver?"
"Uh, no" Kim scoffed "I'm not even sure who Ricky Weaver is"
I crossed my arms disbelieving. "Really Kim?" the girl said backing up "Cause your locker is a huge fan" she opened the locker and it was plastered with posters of him and some song started playing. It was like nails against a chalk board, annoying and high pitched.
I laughed "Oh, Man"
"Thanks a lot Grace" Kim said as she struggled to shut her locker.
My laughed calmed as I shook my head "Fine" Kim gave in "I love him. I downloaded all of his music. And now I'm going to meet him" Kim squealed 'Ricky' as she ran down the hall.
"I'm beginning to think she knows who Ricky is" Jack said and I nodded in agreement.
Grace walked up to Jerry "Jerry, we have health class next period. Where's our baby?"
"Ooh. Caught!" I shouted at Jerry as he ran away.
Back at the Dojo after school I was sitting on one of the red benches drinking a red Gatorade, watching Jack practice. Jack did a kick straight to the practicing dummies chest, and I must say much better than seeing some girly pop star perform some terrible song.
I whistled and Jack smirked at me "Pretty good. Solid contact, great form. Just try to bring your foot down a little lower" Rudy told Jack. He nodded and repeated the kick except lower. A little to low and hit Rudy right in knick-knacks.
"Ooh" I winced.
"Okay, a little too low" Rudy said in a high-pitched voice.
"Hi, yeah" Kim came walking into the dojo on her phone "I mean, who knows Grace? He could part his hair on the left or the right. That's just what makes Ricky, Ricky" Kim said dreamily.
I groaned "It's all your fault you know" I told her "Because of you that prissy Barbie doll is cursing us all with his unwanted presence"
"Seriously, I can't believe that over gelled pretty boy is coming to our school. I think he's got a doll head" Jack said as he came up behind me and put his arm around my waist.
"Jack it's so predictable that a guy like you would be jealous of Ricky"
I raised an eyebrow and Jack scoffed "What?! I'm not- I'm not jealous"
"Mmhmm" Kim said not believing his protest.
"I just don't get what the big deal is"
"Yeah, I don't get it either" Jerry said walking over to us. "What do girls see in him, I have everything he has"
"Really, you have Talent, good looks and a private Jet?" Eddie asked.
"Well I have talent, good looks, and Nikki's three speed bike" Jerry said
"Mmm, and don't you just rock it on my purple bike" I teased.
"Whoa! You guys sound like a bunch of haters" Rudy said joining in on our conversation. "You know back in the day I was the lead singer in a boy band"
"Mmhmm" We all said together.
"What? Straight up, Yo I was in a tight little outfit called 'Just us guyz.' With a z. That's what made it cool. Check it"
Rudy spun around and began to sing and do some weird little dance with it
"Don't ever and I mean ever do that when you're in my presence, I will not hesitate to throw the tomatoes… or better yet I'll use the falafel balls"
Rudy glared at me "I know what your secret was" Milton said as he walked up. "You were awesome!"
"Yeah man that was great" Eddie added, and even Jerry ran up.
"I'm not the only one who thought that was terrifying right" I asked Jack.
"Nope. You're not" Jack shook his head.
"See someone appreciates talent when they see it" Rudy directed towards me, "And there's more where that came from. Unfortunately it's on a cassette that's been stuck in my car's tape deck for five years"
"Thank God for that" I muttered to myself.
"But you guys wanna hear it?" Rudy asked not hearing my statement.
"Come on let's go" Eddie said.
"You guys go ahead I'll just stay here with Nikki" Jack told them.
"Yeah, I don't want to witness that" I shook my head.
"I'm looking for Kim Crawford" Ricky Weaver said. Wait Ricky Weaver! And I thought he looked bad in videos. He lowered his glasses and looked at me and smiled "Unless that's you" he winked.
I internally gagged, Jack threw his arms around my shoulder glaring daggers through Ricky "Hey, I know who you are your, um, you are…" he trailed off looking at me.
"Ricky Weaver!" Kim screeched as she came out of the bathroom.
"And that's Kim" I muttered.
"Eh, I think I like you better" He said.
"Excuse me" I took a step back as Kim came running up, one of his guards tried to go for her but Ricky stopped him.
"What's up Kim. Its cool guys. I thought I'd say hey before the show"
"Ricky, you're- you're here. You're standing in our dojo! Uh-uh Ricky, this is uh-"she snapped trying to think of Jacks name.
"Jack" Jack helped her out.
"Jack that's it and this is- uh" Kim snapped again trying to figure out my name.
"Nikki" I told her.
"Yeah, Nikki"
Jack stuck out his hand to shake Ricky's but he pushed it aside and looked at me "So is he like your boyfriend or something" He asked gesturing to Jack.
I opened my mouth to say something but Jack cut me off "Yeah, I am" he said taking my hand.
He shrugged "Your loss" he threw his arm around Kim's shoulder "Kim, I really love the essay you wrote. If it's cool with you I'd like to bring you up onstage tonight to dance with me"
"I'm gonna- I'm gonna be dancing with you in front of the whole school?!" Ricky nodded and she started panting "This is gonna make Grace's head explode!?" Kim laughed and snorted.
"Wow" Jack mocked with a snort "Smooth" I laughed.
"Jack. Nikki" Kim said bitterly.
"Kim, just make sure you wear something cute "
"Cute? Of course I'll wear something cute" She chuckled nervously "I mean I'm not gonna go up there not wearing something cute. I just got to find something cute, I'm gonna go to the cute store" she looked at Ricky "am I saying this out loud? Uh uh, I got to go" Kim left.
"By Kim" Jack said and we simultaneously snorted.
"Seriously, I will hurt the both of you"
"So are you sure you're not Kim" Ricky asked me again.
"Yes" Jack and I shouted.
"Oh, ha-ha-ha. I knew it was you!" Phil said as he came in "this day, today is a crazy day. Can you believe it guys?! Ricky Weaver is right here in our mall!"
"Ricky, this is Phil he owns the restaurant across the street" Jack smirked.
"Enjoy" I said as I got up to go to the bathroom. I came back out and walked over "Is he gone already"
"Yep" Jack nodded.
"Oh man the paparazzi showed up, how do these guys find me" Ricky said as we walked over to the door.
"Dude, you've got a purple hummer with spinning rims" Jack said,
"And not to mention a license plate that says 'Weaver Mobile'" I added.
"I'm gonna make a run for the parking lot. Later"
Jack went to go high five him but he just kept walking "Good luck, Hope they mess up your pretty doll hair"
I watched as the paparazzi swarmed Ricky and wouldn't let him pass. I am so going to regret this. "Hey, hey, come one take it easy" I pushed the paparazzi away from him.
"Hey, Ricky is this your new girlfriend. Smile for the camera" One of them said and snapped a picture.
"Hey, you heard her leave him alone. He wants to leave" Jack said intervening.
"Why don't you mind your own business punk?" The guy pushed Jack away "Now how about a kiss for the papers"
"Shoving? See I'm not a fan of the shoving" Jack said as he grabbed the guy by his camera and spun him around, snapping a picture of the other guys blinding them for a second. He threw the guy to me, to which I tripped him over my foot and into a plant. The other guys surrounded us and we fought them off while keeping them from taking a picture of Ricky. A guy tried to take a picture of Ricky and Jack stood in front of him and I stood behind him. Jack took the cameras bent backwards and took a photo of the others blinding them again. He bent down and pants the guy pushing his back. I kicked over a chair and the guy tripped over it and me and Jack proceeded to whip the others with a rag.
"Wow, you two just took out six guys" Ricky said.
"Seven actually but who's counting"
"Me" I raised my hand.
"Do you like cheese burgers?" Ricky asked us.
"Who doesn't like cheeseburgers" I laughed.
See now I thought when he said let's get some hamburgers I didn't expect him to take us to San Francisco on his private jet to go get some.
"I can't believe you went to San Francisco to get a cheese burger" Jack said after he took a bite of the burger.
"What's the fun of having a private jet if you don't use it" Ricky said as a girl came over and gave us our drinks. "Ah thanks beautiful" Ricky took his cup and set it to the side. "How about some music, do you two like Jay-Z"
"Sure" I shrugged.
"Who doesn't like Jay-Z" Jack said.
"Yo, Jay-Z when you get out of the hot tub, come up here and jam with us" Ricky called back.
"Yeah like you totally have Jay-Z sitting in your private jet" I scoffed.
"Yeah, hey Beyonce why don't you bring us up some peanuts?" Jack joked.
"Never mind that, I just got in the hot tub" Beyonce said over the intercom.
"Dude, no way" I whispered.
After we got back a little more than an hour before the show started and Jack and I were following Ricky around the stage. When we walked up from behind the curtain the teacher from earlier came up "Oh, Mr. Weaver. I was getting a little worried. The show starts in an hour; I had Ernie the janitor standing by to take your place. He's never really given up on his rock dream"
We looked to the front of the cafeteria and saw Ernie in a colorful unitard and playing a red and black electric guitar. And I have to say minus the unitard that defiantly would've been an improvement from the crap Ricky does. "Ernie? Not gonna happen"
"Hey, have a great show, Ricky. And thanks for the cheeseburger. Oh, and thank Jay-Z for signing my barf bag" Jack told Ricky. He then nudged me when I didn't say anything.
"Yeah, thanks" I smiled.
Jack took my hand and we started to walk away but Ricky stopped us "Hang on. Can I ask you two something about Kim?"
"If it's about the whole snorting thing she does, it's new to us two. She's just really excited that she won the contest" Jack explained.
"Which I don't get" I add quietly.
"Ah, it's not really a contest" Ricky admitted. "My record company makes me do these dumb school concerts, so I just go through the pictures and pick out the hottest girl" he turned to me "And I totally would've picked you if you entered" he winked.
I swear if this boy hits on me one more time I will confiscate his damn tongue. ""Wait so that's why Kim won because she's the 'hottest girl'"
"Yeah, why? You guys don't have a thing do you?" he asked.
"Seriously, no!" I said basically shouting as I shook mine and Jacks clasped hands in his face. Seriously how stupid could this boy be?
Ricky raised his hands in surrender "It's cool. Because after I dance with her I'm going to bring her back stage. Make my move on her, and then dump her"
"You douche bag-" I started my usual routine and Jack was right on schedule as he placed a hand over my mouth and held me back from beating the Swiss cheese out of him.
Ricky looked at me just as that teacher came over and took Ricky away, Jack let go of me "Prissy son of a bitch" I finished.
"We have to go warn Kim" Jack said as he re-clasped our hands and we started to run for the door.
"Let it, go dude. It's never gonna happen" I said as Ernie blocked our way out of the room. Then he moved and Jack and I continued to run to go find Kim.
We finally found Kim standing by her locker "Ah Kim there you are" Jack said.
Kim spun around and revealed her wearing this lavender dress "Well isn't someone looking cute" I said. Kim smiled "I've never seen you wear a dress before and is that… is that lip-gloss"
"No" she turned back to her mirror inside her locker "Why does it look okay"
"There's something you should know about Ricky" Jack said getting back on track. "This contest you won was a fake, he just looked at your picture and thought you were cute."
"Ricky is not that shallow" Kim denied closing her locker. She started to walk away but then quickly turned back around "he seriously thought I was cute"
"Kim" I shouted "It doesn't matter if he thinks your cute, he thought I was too. What matters is that you listen, after the concert Ricky is going to take you back stage, make a move on you, then dump you. He does it in every city"
"I know what this is about; you don't like Ricky so you're trying to make him sound like some kind of monster"
"He is a monster" Jack said "A private jet flying, San Francisco burger buying, hottubbing, hair-gelling monster"
"That's just a big bowl of word salad" Kim stormed off.
"It's a lot better than the words I would've used" I shouted after her. "Come on we have to stop her from getting up on that stage" I ran into the gym with Jack right behind me. When I came in Ricky was already singing and Kim was at the front of the crowd.
"Nikki, Jack, you two are unbelievable, what are you doing here" Kim said once she saw us.
"We are not letting you up there with that" I said.
"Nikki, I'm dancing with Ricky" Kim told me before she started to make her way up the stage. I quickly jumped forward and grabbed Kim's other hand and tried to tug Kim back. We had this big tug of war thing and when Kim finally got free of my grasp I went falling backwards into Jack.
"Damn it" I whispered before I shouted to Kim "Kim! He's a douche bag!"
After the concert Jack and I were running down the halls opening random doors trying to find Kim. I walked into a room to see Kim throw Ricky into a buffet table.
"Are you okay?" I asked catching my breath.
"Yeah, Nikki I'm fine and looks like you and Jack were right, congratulations. And a buh-bye Ricky" Kim left the room as Ricky started to stand up
"Wow, she throws pretty well for a girl, no offense" he told me. "And if you wanna pick up were Kim left off you can"
He smirked at me and I almost threw up "Yeah, not going to happen" I took his out stretched hand and flipped him back onto the table as Jack came in.
"I just saw Kim- and why is Ricky on the buffet table" Jack asked noticing Ricky.
I could've easily told Jack exactly what happened and there is no doubt in my mind that Jack wouldn't beat the crap out of him. But I decided to let him go he got what he deserved, if getting dissed by two girls isn't enough than I he truly is the biggest douche bag there is. So I just took Jack's hand and led him out of the room and let my little going away present take care of him. Down the hall you could hear Ricky screaming for the paparazzi to stop taking pictures of him.
"Did you have something to do with that?" Jack asked me.
"Maybe" I said innocently. Jack smiled and kissed me wrapping his arms around my waist.
A little later I went back to the dojo to grab my bag and saw the lights on, when I walked in I saw Kim beating up a punching bag.
"Hey Kim what are you doing here"
"Just a little late-night workout, you?" she asked pulling out a small towel out of her bag.
"Just came to grab my bag" I picked it up off the bench and went to go walk out but Kim stopped me.
"Hey, Nikki you know that I can take care of myself, right?"
"Yeah, it's just I consider us friends now and when someone messes with my friends I don't tolerate it."
She smiled "You really think of me as your friend, I thought you hated me"
"I used to but, that was just because you were that girl who was blonde and pretty and popular. But now that I got to know you, you're not that bad"
"You're not that bad either Nikki"
Then Jerry, Eddie, Milton, Rudy, and Phil came walking arguing and shouting at each other about their stupid little band they were doing.
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