Author's Note:

So… I'm so dearly sorry about not updating yesterday. L Yesterday was CRA-ZY. But I would like to thank a special person for reading my story. Maddy. You've been there, reviewed, and repeated. I want to thank you so much for being loyal to my story. Everyone else is equally important. And I praise you for that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.

Kim's P.O.V

I sat in my room all night thinking about Jack. There is something wrong and it isn't just about his dad. Is Jack a fugitive? No. Most likely not. Is Jack into drugs? No. He wouldn't be able to do karate. Is he a secret spy from Russia, but he's a double agent and can't choose from good and bad? Ok, now you're being ridiculous Kim. Maybe he cheated on me and prefers the other girl. Or he was forced into something. I don't know. I just know something isn't right.

I did something I never thought I would do. I called the worst person on this Earth. I called Donna. I knew there was something between Donna and Jack during middle school. They were tighter than a rope around a suicide's neck. She must have known something. They know each other almost better than Jack and I know each other. I don't understand why they aren't close anymore. Maybe Donna slept with every guy in the school and because the sluttiest of all sluts. Maybe Jack finally got his coconut into gear and realized that Donna wasn't right for him.

The phone was pressed against my ear and I heard the dial tone.

"If this is you Brock, I don't want to hear what you have to say."

Well apparently someone was annoying Donna. She didn't bother to check caller id?

"Donna. This is Kim."

"Oh hey Kimmy!" You could tell her excitement was fake. Like her.

"I need to ask you something."

"Well you can't be my friend again if you are going to wear those clothes."

Donna and I were best friends in elementary school. As best of friends as you can get. But she grew boobs while I grew a brain. She discovered the joy of high heels and miniskirts while I found the comfort of karate. I didn't want to be her friend because of all the nagging of how much I looked and acted like a boy. I couldn't take it any more so I cut of all strings with her.

"No. I wanted to ask you something about Jack."

"Jack who?"

"Jack Anderson."

"Mmmm…"

Could she really know more than one Jack Anderson? Or was she that stupid?

"He goes to our school. I am… uhm used to be best friends with him."

"Oh. So he finally realized you were too boyish."

"No! I'm now a B cup for your information! Wait. You do know what Jack I'm talking about!"

"Well. Yeah. What other Jack's do you hang out with?"

"Only one! And how would you know how many Jack's I hang out with?"

"Honey! I'm only going to answer your first question. I don't know. Maybe he's a spy."

Now that sounds crazier when it comes out of her mouth.

"He's not a spy."

"If he's not a spy maybe a better offer came along."

"What do you mean?"

"Kimmy" I cringed at that name "I'm waiting for someone to call. And I want to hurt his very fragile heart. So I need to let you go."

"But"

"I don't know about Jack. We haven't talked since seventh grade…I'm surprised you still know my number Kimmy!" The line went dead.

Really? Of course I still know her number. She puts it on the bulletin board for "tutoring" other students. The only thing I think she's tutoring kids in is intercourse. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten HIV or AIDS yet. Hello? My V-card has been taken by some jerk right over my head. I thought we were young. But I thought we were ready. I thought at least I was ready!

At least he knows what happened and isn't a conceded jerk who takes girls for advantage. He will still have the memory of our perspired bodies pressed against each other. I wish I didn't remember it. Stupid boy. Stupid kindness. Stupid mezmorisingness. I don't even think that is a word. But I wish I knew what is going on in his life. I wish I knew what was going on in his head. I wish I could crawl into his brain and see the little drawers filled with stuff he is hiding. But I shouldn't care about him anymore. He doesn't care about me. Not at all.

Author's Note (Again):

I know this is one of the shortest chapters I have written. Sorry. But I hope the next chapter will be one of my best. Thanks for reading! Please please review and follow and tell others about my story. Thank guys! J