So quick update, I'll be continuing my Hunger Games story shortly and I think all of you should go and read it once it's up. I've also got quite a few new ideas for stories, but I'm not sure if I should let you guys choose which one I write first, or just to suprise all of you...hmm...

Anyways...here's the newest update of Kim's horrible secret :)

Chapter 8: New Kid, Old Enemy

Jack's POV

It had been a few days since Kim had confessed her unfortunate secret to me in the park, and a few days since she recieved that threatening text message. To say she was on edge would be an understatement. She was scared out of her mind. I couldn't blame her though, even I was paranoid and nervous about the entire situation. I didn't know whether to take the message as an actual threat, or just another tactic to frighten Kim. Didn't matter either way, I was not letting Kim out of my sight anytime soon.

I walked with Kim everywhere. To the dojo, to school, home, the mall, hell, I even walked her from class to class. We ate lunch together, studied together, and I even made Kim let me stay at her house. Her parents were still gone, and Kim in a big empty house all alone was the perfect opportunity for a pissed off rapist eager for revenge to strike. I couldn't let that bastard touch Kim again, I wouldn't. I would break all of his bones in a million pieces and snap his neck if he even got within ten feet of her. I was not going to let Kim suffer again, and I was not going to let her go through this reoccuring nightmare alone.

It was Monday morning, which meant we had to begin our daily routine of school and karate practice again. Kim was excited to get back to work, feeling guilty about how much she had missed out on since she'd gotten back from Chicago. The guys were slightly angry at first, but once I clarified with them that she had a good reason to be absent so much, they cooled down and accepted it. Of course they badgered me for more information, but I promised Kim I wouldn't say a word about what had happened. As far as the guys knew, she was just struggling with some health issues.

"Kim, hurry up! We're gonna be late for school!" I shouted through the Crawford's residence. I heard loud footsteps pounding down the hallway as Kim took two steps at a time and appeared at the bottom of the stairs looking flustered and rushed. She snatched her backup up off the ground as she grabbed an apple off the kitchen table and made her way towards me at the front door.

"Ok, Anderson. I'm ready, are you happy?" She asked, her voice hinting annoyance. I just smiled at her and nodded as I opened the door. She rolled her eyes as she walked past me.

We finally reached the school after a good ten minutes and I followed Kim to her locker. She grabbed a few books out and shoved them in her backpack before closing her locker door and gesturing me forward, our next stop my locker. But as Kim turned around, she suddenly froze, her body draining of all its color and her eyes widening in fear.

"Kim? Kim, what's wrong?" I asked quickly noticing the sudden change in her facial expressions. She didn't move. It was like her body was a stone statue, sculpted from hard, cold concrete. I waved my hand in front of her face.

"Kim. You're starting to worry me. What's wrong?" I asked again. She remained still, but this time she put a finger up pointing down the hall. I followed to where she was pointing but only saw a crowd of kids moving around, shoving past each other, chatting loudly, slamming lockers.

"Kim, I don't know what you're pointing at. You gotta talk to me." I said still confused at what or who she was so concentrated on. Kim didn't have time to answer before a guy, about a foot, maybe two, taller than me walked up. He had short blonde hair, and his piercing blue eyes seemed glued on Kim. He watched her intently before holding out his hand. Kim stepped back. Who was this guy?

"Hey there, I'm Brandon."

Kim's POV

This couldn't be happening. Not now, not here. He couldn't be standing in front of me. He was holding out his hand to me, smiling at me, acting like he had no idea who I was.

You son of a bitch. That's all my mind could process at the moment. Why was he just standing there? Did he really think he could pull off an innocent act.

"Hey, I'm Jack." Jack took his hand, probably trying to take Brandon's attention off of me. How was I supposed to tell Jack who he was? How was I supposed to tell him that he was shaking hands with the guy who raped me?

I didn't think, I just acted, and before I could stop myself I slapped their joining hands, forcing their handshake to break apart.

"Whoa, you're a fiesty one aren't you?" Brandon taunted me, saying the exact same thing he continually said to me whenever I would try fighting him. Jack just looked at me confused. I could see it in his eyes that he was concerned, and I knew he wanted to know why I had done that.

"Get out of here." I said bitterly, trying very hard to make it come off as a warning. Brandon just smirked, he wasn't phased.

"Well, if everyone is as friendly as you, I'm sure I'll make myself right at home." He replied. Home? No. He couldn't stay. What was he doing? Why was he acting like a student? This couldn't be his way of making me pay. Why didn't he just attack me like any normal rapist would do? I'd prefer that over seeing his revolting face everyday.

"Um, you know what, we have class, so we should get going. Come on Kim." Jack put his arm around my shoulders protectively and manuevered me around Brandon. We began walking, but I could tell Jack was pushing me along, considering my legs had forgotten how to move properly. I was forcing back tears now, but I was afraid my composure was going to fall apart anytime. Why was he doing this to me?

"Kim, you wanna tell me what was going on back there?" Jack finally broke the silence as we reached the door to our math class. I bit my lip. Should I tell him? Should I put even more of a burden on his shoulders? I looked up from the ground and glanced at Jack. He could tell I was debating with myself whether to tell him or not.

"Kim, don't keep things from me. Not again. I already told you I'm here to take care of you and help you as much as I can, but I can't do that if I don't know everything. You can trust me." He grabbed my hand and pushed a stray hair out of my face behind my ear. Jack made it way too hard to ignore him.

"Jack, I don't know how to tell you." I whispered, staring back down at my shoes again. I heard him sigh.

"Kim, just come out and say it. That's all you have to do. I don't need you to tell me in some special way." He lifted my chin up so that our eyes met. There they were. Those dark brown, mysterious and dreamy eyes of his. He could get me to do anything just by staring at me. I took a quick glance around to make sure everyone had already walked into the classrooms before facing Jack again.

I took a deep breath. This was never what I wanted to say. It was the last thing I ever thought I would say.

"It's him. It's Brandon. Brandon is the guy who raped me."

I watched as Jack's face switched from concerned to pure anger. He dropped my hand and I looked down at his now clenched fists. It took him five seconds to turn sharply and his fist connected with a locker. A locker that now had a giant dent in it.

That was it. That was enough proof. Jack's anger said it all. Brandon wasn't going to be around for very much longer, and I was afraid Jack might not be either.

Ahhhh! DRAMA. Uh oh, what is Jack going to do next? Kill him, kick his ass, make him leave, or something worse?

R&R&R&R&R&R&R!