The Great Bobby Wasabi at bobbywasabi: at nytimes article states public schools fail their students. want bright future for your kid? private school or private tutors.
The Great Bobby Wasabi at bobbywasabi: brightest mind won't flourish without proper education. what's the point of success if not to better your family's future?
The Great Bobby Wasabi at bobbywasabi: if you have a talented, smart, child it is your duty to do the best by them.
blackbeltkimc at blackbeltkimc: check out this library! it's old school, but I never saw so many books in a private house. must be nice... [picture link]
gingergenius at blackbeltkimc: you're right to be impressed. Bobby's library is one of the largest in the county.
swagmasteryo at blackbetlkimc, at gingergenius: Milton, is nerdiness contagious?
jackbrewer at swagmasteryo, at balckbeltkimc, at gingergenius: smart girls are sexy.
Kim and Jack were enjoying the week that they had before she had to go to LA. The story about the pregnancy did not really take root and most people stopped mentioning it. Kim was enjoying the relative bubble that was her friendships created. People who knew her and Jack did not question her loyalty, or his affection, and it was enough for her.
They were at the dojo, when Caitlyn came in. She was shy and Jack looked at her wearily ,because she stared unabashedly at him and Kim. Rudy was polite and enthusiastic and soon Caitlyn came out of her shell. She had no prior experience in martial arts, and Rudy had agreed to take her in with the class of newbies that trained at another time slot. She was disappointed at first that she won't be with Kim, but when she saw their sparring she understood. Jeremy was on alert when she came in and it was another thing that made her uncomfortable. She finally approached Kim with a flash drive that she said had her music. Kim almost forgot of her promise to listen to it ad to give it to Ricky. Caitlyn was leaving, lingering at the doors with Rudy, and the Wasabi gang had their own discussion.
"Bryn said she isolated the geographical areas for the first messages and it seems that the person traveled from the Central Coast of California, the San Luis Obispo County, to be specific," Milton told them.
"So someone from that place six months ago started with the messages and traveled here?"
"Yes. The question is: who do we know from San Luis Obispo County?" Milton looked askance at everyone.
"Dude, I did not even know there is such a county in Cali," Jerry quickly said.
"And there is no match between our guy to the one harassing Kim?" Jeremy was asking, yet keeping his eyes on Caitlyn.
"Well, like I said the results are inconsistent. We have only three statements from Kim's stalker and it is not large enough pool for me to run my algorithm on."
"So, we still have two separate guys. All right, let's think of who we could have pissed off that wound up in the County?"
"You'll have to do it without me. I need to go pack for LA and spend some time with my parents. They don't see me as much now that I live with Bobby and they sort of miss me." Kim said apologetically.
"Oh, that's right. When are you leaving?" Milton asked.
"Sunday afternoon. Bye, guys. Jack, I'll see you later..."
Kim left with Jeremy and the Wasabi boys went back to figuring out, who they pissed off. It was surprisingly a long list of people.
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rw4ever: Fever is in top 5 now, I bet it would go to no. 1 soon. i can't wait for the whole album.
weavermagic: i still think he should release In My Dreams too. it's so beautiful... i wish there were videos out.
rw4ever: you think Kim would be in the video? like Zayn and Gigi...
weavermagic: I think Jack would object. besides, there are not together. haven't been spotted since the fundraiser.
caitweaver: well, she is going to LA this Sunday. Alone. mb she'd see RW there.
Sunday brunch was over and Kim and Jack were at Bobby's saying their goodbyes. Kim's parents were next door and with Jeremy right outside, she could not quite get the kind of good bye she wanted.
Kim held Jack's hands and whispered, "I'll miss you."
He quickly kissed her forehead, "Ill miss you too. Stay close to Jeremy and don't eat anything unless it is in the sealed container."
Kim pouted. "And you should actually try and do your homework. And not just copy Milton's." Jack shot her a look but she just gave him an unsympathetic shrug, "Sorry, even heroic karate wunderkinds need to do their homework."
"I don't want you to go without me," the grumble he emitted let her know he wasn't thrilled with the plan but it was too late to change anything.
She turned in his arms so she was facing him, head tilted back so she could meet his eyes. "It's going to be okay,"
"Promise me," he said suddenly and with such force it almost took her breath away,
"Jack…"
"Kim," he countered in the same tone and she wanted nothing more than to be able to ease his burdens. She brushed her fingers over his temples and into his hair, able to feel the fine tremor of emotion that rolled through him.
She answered him by pushing up on her toes and pressing her lips to his.
The kiss was slow and unhurried, but more intense than any kiss they'd shared before. She could feel it in her toes as his lips moved over hers, like he thought it might be his last chance to kiss her.
When they finally separated tears pricked her eyes and she slid down his chest until she could lay her head over his heart. She rose and fell as he let out a great exhale, his arms banding about her until she almost couldn't breathe from how tight he held her.
Reluctantly she pushed back, and then made herself exit his embrace. "It's only for a little while," she said almost hoarsely, and the look he gave her made her stomach flip, "I'll see you later."
Before she could either break down in tears, or run back and jump him until they did inappropriate things with her dad next door, she forced herself to turn and walk out.
Jeremy was still stationed outside the door and he fell into step behind her as she headed for the back door.
Bobby's plan went off without a hitch. Between the social media hints for almost a whole week and the promised Sunday brunch, where Kim's parents and Bobby had a pretend tense conversation about the quality of the public education in Seaford, the scene was set. Eric, the eagle eyed, snapped pictures, talked to waiters and got the story out.
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There might be a custody issue brewing. It appears that Bobby Wasabi finally decided to stop pretending he is not Kim Crawford's father. He was seen together with her (not unusual) and her parents for the first time! The conversation between the adults was tense, as the witnesses reported. Bobby was overheard insisting that Kim deserved the best options and such options included private education and tutors. Kim's parents maintained that the Seaford High was a very good school and that they wanted Kim to have as normal life as possible. Of course, with Kim's name being linked to some of the more popular people in the industry, how normal is her life anyway? It has been well publicized that she received an unpleasant surprise involving a beloved pet on the school grounds at Seaford High. Perhaps Bobby realized that now that anonymity that Kim enjoyed before her romances with Ricky Weaver and Jack Brewer is gone, normal life is not possible. It would explain the sudden increase in Kim's security detail.
It is not clear whether parties resolved their disagreement, but one thing is obvious: Bobby is very involved in Kim's life and now is asserting his wishes for her future.
He was later seen leaving his namesake dojo with Jack Brewer. The two martial artists had by all appearances a serious conversation and left together in Bobby's car. We can assume that while Bobby might be taking Kim out of the school, he still very much supports Kim's relationship with his protege.
Comments:
catmandu: are these her adoptive parents? did Bobby have a fling with Kim's mom? I don't get it
mrsnorfolk: its probably the latter. Bobby is her bio dad, but Mr. Crawford is the one who raised her...
catmandu: yeah, but Bobby lived there all this time. do you think she always knew he is her dad?
mrsnorfolk: biodad. that's probably the first time he is interested in her anyway, bc of the guys she's dating. that has-been would latch to anything if it means the return to limelight.
starsandsorrow: who cares? these leaches don't deserve our attention. that girl may have been raised normal, but she sure ain't doing anything normal now. star boyfriends, security, all the attention, now even a pregnancy rumor. they are all good for nothing...
In LA Kim and her entourage, which grew with an addition of another bodyguard named Michael, who mostly took over driving, did not attract any attention. They decided that she would not be seeing Ricky, because it was much harder to accomplish without being caught. She was staying at a hotel under a made up name of Snow Jones (Jack came up with the name and it stuck).
When she arrived at studio, she was surprised to see more than just the casting director. Show's producers, director, and writers were on hand and Kim was a little taken aback. They even had their martial arts advisor and fights coordinator present. That guy was the easiest to talk to. He knew Rudy and, of course, knew Bobby. They quickly went over the styles she knew and what her strength were. She was asked to perform a few routines and even a small sparring match. She could tell that she passed whatever test he had for her and soon he left.
It was now the time for the acting audition. She was given a script for a scene, where a girl, Jo (short for Josephine) was talking to the main character and had to deliver a small speech. The premise was that she was a girl with tough background and tough exterior, but not bitter or angry. She focused on her lines and then one of the writers began, "Just say it, Jo."
"Say what?" Kim, as Jo, delivered wide-eyed with faux innocence.
"Whatever it is you're dying to get off your chest. Just get it over with."
"Fine, but for the record, I'd rather have a root canal than this conversation." Here Jo's smile slowly faded as she looked thoughtful, choosing her words carefully.
"You are putting her and yourself in danger by being her friend," softly spoken, but eyes were hard.
"What? Friends? No, just two people attending the same dojo."
Jo's laugh was sharp and loud at that.
"Oh god, do you really think that? Caleb, that's… precious," Jo responded with far too much amusement.
"What are you talking about?"
"You spar with her a lot. Almost exclusively," Jo pointed out. "You actually talk to her. I don't think you even realize you're doing it, but you do. You even smile sometimes."
"I do not-"
"You do. And you linger," Jo said with great gravity and something else. "I get it. She's probably the first sweet, trusting, guileless person you've met. That kind of thing pulls people like you in. You live in the gray, like me. We can't afford the luxuries of honesty and goodness. Not like she can. And seeing there are still people like that? Like her? You can't help but be drawn to that. You can't help but try to remember when you were like that, wonder if you were ever like that, because if you were it was so long ago that it's faded from your memory. I get it. But you can't single her out with your attentions because you're going to get her hurt." Kim tried to deliver it as heartfelt as it was meant, but also with a bit of warning and maybe wistfulness. In her mind, Caleb (Jack's character) was falling for Lena, a new friend from the dojo, whereas Jo was one his older friends, who may have wanted the same way out as Caleb.
The scene was over and Kim was having a little moment of disconnect, because she stayed in the moment and expected a response. Then, her brain caught on that the performance was over and she could feel a little shaking in her hands as the adrenaline was letting down.
The room was silent and dread was filling her insides the longer it went. Finally, the director blinked, looked away and said, "We'll be in touch about the results."
Kim knew the dismissal when she heard it and she quickly left the room.
There was not need to stay in LA any longer and, after a brief conversation with her dad, she decided to go home.
"We're ready when you are."
Kim walked with Jeremy towards the other bodyguard, who was standing by the car when they stepped out under the portico. "Good morning, Kim, Jeremy," he said, opening the back door for them.
"Good morning, Michael," Jeremy greeted warmly and entered first, sliding across the cool leather easily.
Soon enough they were heading into mid-day traffic as she pulled out her tablet planning to spend the next several hours catching up.
It took them longer than expected to get out of the city, and some point Michael snapped his eyes to Jeremy through the rear view mirror. Some sort of conversation went on and Jeremy turned his head this way and that and cursed quietly, "Damn it, how?"
"What? What is going on?" Kim looked behind, but there were just cars.
"We are being followed," Jeremy told her. Kim's eyes widened and she was rightfully afraid. "It's probably a reporter. Somehow they know you are here. We'll try to lose them."
"You think its a random paparazzo? Or do you think its Eric Stormer?" Kim was asking questions as she pulled up her tablet to check the google alerts on her. There haven't been any mentions on her since Sunday, when Eric wrote that thing about custody dispute. She fervently hoped it was a random reporter.
"Can't tell, but won't stop to find out. Michael, try and lose him."
They zigged and zagged and Michael taken some sharp turns and back alleys, and somehow they managed to lose the tail. Or at least, Kim thought they did, because both Jeremy and Michael relaxed and so did she.
They were out of the city and the roads were open and mostly empty. They'd been in the car an hour when Michael pulled off onto exit for a pit stop.
"It's nice out here." she said absently, staring out the window at the scenery and enjoying the view of the hills covered in vineyards.
The moment was short lived as they rounded a corner and were suddenly thrown forward and to the left as Michael let out a strangled curse and tried to avoid a collision with a car that suddenly burst from the side.
Jeremy's arm came out to press her into the seat, as a stab of fear shot through her.
"Hold on!" Michael yelled before there was huge roar of noise from outside the car, followed by the surreal sight of the front end of the vehicle rising up in front of them before they began tumbling down the hillside.
She screamed as they began to flip, the seat belt cutting into her sharply. Jeremy called her name and tried to reach for her but the violent rolling kept him on the other side of the seat from her. She let out a cry of pain as her head slammed sharply into the window, the front airbags already deploying. Everything was spinning so quickly she couldn't make out what was up and what was down and then her head hit the window again and her vision dimmed to almost nothing.
She could have been unconscious for seconds or minutes or even longer. Through half slit eyes she could tell they were almost upside down, her arms thrown over her head, hair obscuring her vision, as the seat belt held her in place. There were no other sounds and no movement from the men around her. A whine of panic filled her throbbing head as she tried to turn and look towards Jeremy, but when she did a burst of pain flared across her skull and she saw nothing but black.
Faint noises drew her from the dark but she couldn't get her eyes to open. She heard what sounded like a struggle. Harsh words, and grunts of pain. She could recognize one as Jeremy's.
There was a loud, sharp sound that made her ears ring and her head pound even harder, and then deadly silence. With great effort she forced herself to open her eyes. What she saw made no sense.
"You?"
