A bit of a random chapter. Maybe you could have told by the name of the chapter.

"Kim!" I stopped walking and turned around to find Milton, running up behind me.

"Hey Milton." I said once he caught up to me. We started making our way towards the dojo. "What's up?"

"Not much." He said, "What you think he's gonna get today?" He asked me.

"No idea. It's always different. Sometimes it has to do with the song, sometimes it doesn't."

"Well, in the song it's, 'on the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, four calling birds.'"

"Three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree!" Kim sang. "Sorry, I had to." I told him.

"Nah, I get it." He said. "Anyway, I'm not too sure how he's going to get you four calling birds." He told me.

"I doubt he is. Probably some kind of bird related thing." I told him. "You know, I'm kinda starting to feel bad." I admitted.

"How so?"

"Well, he's giving me all these things, and I just have no idea who it is, how do I give back?" I ask.

"Isn't that how it works? The guy get's the girl things?"

"It doesn't have to be. Makes the girl sound selfish, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess." He said. I could tell he didn't care too much. We found the window and written on it was,

-Kim,

I couldn't get any calling birds,

So I hope a candy cane will do,

-Your Secret Admirer

Surly enough, there was a candy cane on the other side of the window.

"Come on." Milton said, walking into the dojo. I followed him in and grabbed the candy cane from the ledge.

"Yo Kim!" I heard Jerry yell from where he was kicking a dummy. "A candy cane?"

"Yeah, I know, random right?" I said.

"What does a candy cane have anything to do with four calling birds? Pretty random." Jack asked from his locker.

Okay, that hurt. I know, it's just a comment. Jerry made one pretty similar to it. But hearing Jack saying something like that, it kinda made me a bit disappointed. I was secretly hoping Jack would be the one to be leaving the notes on the window as well as the things that went along with them. I knew that some things were just too good to be true. I told myself not to get my hopes up. Even though all the pieces fit together. He was always at the dojo before I was. A lot of the things written on the window, are just things only he would write. Well, he never was a poet. Not that I know of. I guess anyone could write the things on the window. You don't exactly need to be an Einstein. Still, a Jerry couldn't write it. (Thank god)

It's all just too big of a coincidence. No, it's just a coincidence. It all could just happen. The guy might just be similar to Jack. Extremely similar. Which I guess makes it okay. As long as they're not a jerk, I could see it happening. Well, not really. I can't imagine who it is. Jack's the only person I could imagine myself with. I guess he can't imagine it. Well, it could still be Jack. I mean, it would be strange if everyone but him mentioned it. I'd get suspicious. I doubt he'd want me to know before the whole thing is over.

Just listen to me. I can't believe I'm thinking about this right now. Talk about selfish. I'm not one to talk.

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

"Hey Kim," Jack said after awhile. "you wanna spar?"

"Sure," I told him, "hold on." I put my bag in my locker along with the candy cane. I took off my jacket, sweater, scarf, gloves, (Yes, the same ones as the other day) and hat and put them in my locker. (Don't judge me, it's cold!) I shut my locker and took off my boots and socks before going on the mat. (Like I said, cold!)

"Hey guys," Rudy said, coming out of his office. "hey, are you guys sparring?" We both nodded. "Great!" He said, before walking over to the edge of the mat.

"Hajimae!" He yelled.

Jack began with throwing a roundhouse kick at my shoulder. I ducked and grabbed his foot, pushing it out of the way causing him to stumble. Although, he was able to gain control of his balance rather quickly. He threw a spin kick, aimed at my head that I managed to avoid. I threw him a reverse side kick, trying to gain more strength than a side kick. Although, I failed when he grabbed my foot and pulled me towards him. He got a hold of my arms and managed to pin me on the mat.

"Beat ya." He said, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Yeah, alright. Now, will you let me get up?" He rolled his eyes and got up, holding a hand out for me that I took. He pulled me up. "I'm expecting a rematch." I told him.

"Alright, Kimmy." He said. He knew how much I hated that name.

"Don't call me that."

"Fine..."

Short, yes, I know. I've got to get working on the next few chapters. Get ahead so I don't fall behind and have to update two chapters on a day. Or update after Christmas. So... Yeah. Tell me what you want to see. I'll do my very best to get it in. Thank you all for all of the follows! I'm surprised how well this is doing. But, a few more reviews would be nice...