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WRATH OF THE SWAN IS TODAY, I AM FREAKING OUT. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ANOTHER KICK EPISODE SINCE RICKY WEAVER .. okay /rant over. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing .. oh, that's rather sad.
Chapter Four - Broken Friendships
Kim's left eye softly twitched as Ricky Weaver stood in front of her with a hopeful grin stretched on his perfectly shaped lips. She awkwardly gulped down the lump that had begun to form in her throat. The rest of the class - including Mr. Squires - sat in utter silence as they waited for the blonde's response.
The only problem was that she didn't know how to answer.
She hadn't even thought about Prom.
Well, that was a lie.
Well, a tiny lie.
Her thoughts have drifted to that area before, but nothing major. She would just imagine what it would be like. She would imagine the dress she wore. How her hair would look. What shoes she would wear.
Never once had her thoughts drifted to who she was going with.
Well, that was another lie.
She had thought about it. Just once though.
"JUST GIVE HIM AN ANSWER KIMBERLY!" Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as she heard a pencil snap.
Everyone's attention shifted to resident popular girl ... or mean girl .. Donna Tobin.
She had a disgusted scowl playing on her vanilla-flavored glossed lips.
But, the attention quickly turned to Kim once again.
She inwardly cursed as she stared into Ricky's brown orbs.
They were sincere, but for some odd reason - she didn't feel 'warmth' or 'care' when she looked into them. She let out a sigh as she tried to retrace her thoughts as to why she would be looking for those attributes in him. But, alas, her thoughts only boggled her more.
She shook her head as her cheeks became tinted with a light blush, "Uh .. Ricky - ye-no .. sure."
She watched as Ricky's facial expressions changed from hopeful to shocked to confused to extremely happy.
He slapped his hands together and his grin grew bigger, if that was even remotely possible.
The blonde teenager offered a sweet smile.
Hey, his dimples are pretty cute.
Jack Anderson didn't even hear the wolf whistles, cheers or jealous sighs that filled the class room after Kim had accepted Ricky's offer.
Instead he heard cracks.
A bunch of them.
All in a chorus.
And they were all located in his heart.
He bitterly laughed inside as he realized how being broken-hearted actually felt.
It was a feeling he wished that he never got.
He shut his eyes for a brief moment as it continued to crack.
Then, it fell.
Yes, fell.
It fell to the pit of his stomach.
His hands became clammy, his throat clenched, beads of sweat began to spill from his shaggy hair and his bottom lip trembled.
That's when he knew what was happening.
He needed to get out there, and fast.
He skillfully slipped out of his desk continuing his way onto the teachers' desk.
He, however, took the opportunity to purposely bump into the pop star known as Ricky Weaver.
Stupid doll-head.
He muttered an apology but didn't try to make eye contact.
He finally reached his destination where the principal and teacher were at.
"May I go to the washroom?" The tone of his voice wasn't his usual tone and Mr. Squires propped an eyebrow to this.
"Something wrong?" He asked as the teacher tried to find the hall passes.
Jack merely looked down and shook his head.
He couldn't talk. He just couldn't.
Thankfully, the teacher found one and offered it in Jack's direction.
He hastily took it and continued on his way.
Kim's eyes followed Jack's retreating back in deep confusion.
Where was he headed?
She opened her mouth to call out his name, but Ricky had stepped in front of her.
"Thank you for agreeing to come with me Kim!" His pearly whites were to die for. "I was kind of worried that you might reject me because you were taking a while to respond."
Kim sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck, "Sorry .. I was just shocked."
"Uh .. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Sorry, I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that."
"No no no, it's fine." She shook her head, a gentle smile appearing on her lips. "Thank you for the offer."
Ricky then took a step forward and sat in Jack's seat.
"Oh .. I think Jack is sitting there." Kim explained as she softly cleared her throat.
Ricky chewed on his lip, "I'm sure he won't care. It's only a seat."
Kim awkwardly nodded in his direction.
Hopefully.
Jack slammed the hall pass onto the counter. He was currently in the boys' washroom - the farthest from his first period class. And it was the one that guys rarely ever went to.
He needed to get away, and this was his chance.
Jack didn't know what was happening to him but all he knew was that everything hurt.
Everything.
His muscles tensed, his throat clenched and the room suddenly felt as if it was 100 degrees.
He shut his eyes harshly as the heat became unbearable.
That's when it happened.
Jack Anderson broke down.
Jack.
The one that everyone saw as the guy who always kept his cool.
He broke down.
He slid down the wall and let out a heart-wrenching sob.
His calloused hand instantly clamped onto his mouth in an attempt to silence his cries.
He gave up and threw his hands up, with more tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.
He was so close.
So close.
But, he failed.
He knew he lost her right then and there.
There was absolutely no way that he could win her now.
Ricky Weaver had won the battle.
Jack wiped the last tear away as he came to his last realization.
He needed to give her up.
He needed to.
For the sake of his sanity.
He had three years to court her and he never took a chance.
It was too late.
Way too late.
Ricky Weaver had won and that was it.
Kim threw her gym bag down in frustration.
Jack didn't come back at all.
She went to second period and he still didn't come back.
Even at lunch time, he didn't sit with her and the rest of the Wasabi Warriors.
Kim Crawford knew him too well. She knew when something was going on with the skater. And this was exhibit A.
Now, she was at the Wasabi Warriors dojo and there was still no sign of Jack.
That kid had been disappearing a lot recently.
This irked Kim.
This wasn't the usual Jack.
Something was going on and she was going to find out.
As if on cue, the teen with the shaggy brown locks entered the dojo. His face was contorted with sadness, but it immediately changed to a stoic expression when he saw Kim there.
"Where have you been?" Kim questioned with a harsher tone than she had expected.
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Around."
Kim cocked her head to the side, "Is something wrong?"
"What makes you think somethings' wrong?" He countered as he threw a leg over and sat on the bench.
"I know you Jack." She stated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You walk in with an expression like that, giving me attitude like that and you actually have the nerve to question why I think that."
Jack smacked his hand onto the bench, "You know what Kim .. you have been on my case non-stop. Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Kim looked at him in bewilderment.
Jack never lashed out on her.
Hell, Jack never lashed out on anyone unless he was standing up for another person.
"Whoa! What is your problem?" She asked back, her tone rising.
Jack stood up, glaring at the blonde, "I don't always have to tell you everything, Kim!"
Jerry, Eddie and Milton filed into the dojo as well and immediately sensed the tension between the two.
The trio awkwardly looked at one another.
"Are we interrupting something?" Milton finally mustered up enough courage to ask the two.
Jack turned to face them, "No. Nothing at all."
He then began to walk to where the changing rooms were but Kim immediately latched her hand onto his forearm.
He looked back with a questioning look.
"Don't lie to them Jack! They're our friends," She was on the verge of screaming. "I'm your best friend Jack. Seriously, what has gotten into you?"
Eddie flinched as Kim finished her question.
Jack pushed her hand away, "You just said it yourself .. we're 'best friends'. In no way does that state that I have to constantly tell you how I'm feeling or what's bothering me."
He turned to continue his way once more but Kim, being her quick self, stepped in front of him.
He let out a frustrated sigh, "CAN I JUST GO TO THE CHANGING ROOM IN PEACE?"
She was taken aback by his sudden outburst but quickly shook it off.
She was going to get an answer whether he liked it or not.
"NO! YOU CAN'T!" She screamed back. "Ever since Ricky came back, you've become .. become-"
"BECOME WHAT?"
"THIS!" She finally responded. "You've become this and I'm just so confused. What happened to the old Jack? I mean, I understand that you'd be slightly mad that I forgave Ricky but you don't have to act as if you're jeal-"
"Jealous?" He finished for her, letting out a sarcastic laugh after. "You think I'm jealous?"
Kim looked down as a deep scarlet filled her cheeks, "I don't know Jack .. I seriously don't. Are you? Because you certainly seem like it."
He crossed his arms with a mischievous smirk planted on his lips, "Not that I want to offend you or anything but you're not exactly my type. We're just best friends, Kim. That's all we'll ever be."
The other three watched with shocked expressions.
"That was harsh bro!" Jerry commented which earned him a smack from Milton.
Kim looked up and stared into his deep brown orbs.
Her vision became blurred and she knew what was about to happen.
She shut her eyes and forced the tears to go back down.
After a moment, she re-opened them but this time, they no longer held tears.
They had a golden tint which meant only one thing.
Kim Crawford was angry.
Pissed off.
Frustrated.
Those words couldn't even begin to describe what she was feeling.
But she knew what would.
SMACK.
It all happened so fast.
Eddie gasped, Milton's eyes widened and Jerry let out a tiny 'whoa'.
Jack, however, turned his gaze back to Kim who only had a sorry expression.
"Jack .. I uh-," She looked at her right hand which had just slapped Jack in the face. "I didn't mean to. I was just angry .. I'm so sorry-"
"Save it." He merely responded.
But she didn't listen, "Jack .. I DIDN'T MEAN TO. PLEASE!"
"From now on," He started with a surprisingly calm tone. "Don't ever talk to me."
This shut the blonde up.
She blinked furiously as she repeated the phrase over and over again.
Don't ever talk to me.
Don't ever talk to me.
Don't ever talk to me.
Don't ever talk to me.
It sounded surreal.
Was she hearing this right?
She opened her mouth to respond, but in an instant - Jack was out of the dojo and skating away on his skateboard.
A tiny tear rolled down her cheek as she realized what she had just done.
Their friendship was over?
She let out a sigh as the moment continued to replay in her head.
There was no solution to this, at all.
And she couldn't help but think that all of this was her fault.
She should've just kept her big mouth shut.
Meh, not exactly how I imagined it .. but I like it .. a little.
UH-OH trouble in the Kick world.
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