"So how'd your test go?" Carson asked. He was leaning up against the wall outside her class.

Amya jumped, "What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me!"

"Picking you up for lunch since we can sit together now," Carson smirked, "Stop avoiding the question."

"How do you even know about that?" She asked pausing before him.

"Milton told me," Carson stated lifting her chin to make her look him in the eyes.

"I'm seriously starting to hate that guy," Amya muttered.

"Amya," Carson spoke sternly, "Focus."

"I think I did well. Actually I'm pretty confident about it," Amya answered.

"Really?" Carson asked surprised.

She smiled and took his arm as they began to walk to the cafeteria, "Yeah actually, maybe even aced it, don't act so surprised. I feel really confident about it."

"That's great. Good job," he praised rubbing her head playfully. Carson sat by Amya but Jack Kim and the others saw them and sat at a different table.

"UGH! He annoys me," Amya glared at where they were sitting.

"Amya calm down its fine," Carson said.

"No he can at least be civil THIS is our table we've sat here from day one since I've been here. He's just being an ass," Amya answered.

"Language Amya. Besides it's whatever it means more time I get to spend alone with you," Carson said.

"Or not... here comes Frank," Amya glowered behind him at the bushy haired dragon coming their way.

"Yo Carson what are you doing with this loser man? We're sitting over there," Frank said pointing as if we couldn't clearly see the group across the way. Jack stiffened in his chair when he saw Frank approach them. He watched out of the corner of his eye trying to pretend as if he wasn't paying attention.

"She's my girl, and she's not a loser Frank you are. I quit the black dragons last night. I'm not coming back," Carson said.

"Oh really? Where ya gonna train then, at Bobby Wasabi's? Oh wait they won't even accept you back will they?" Frank laughed and the two goons who just joined him laughed as well.

Carson stood and Frank took a step back. Amya followed but Carson stretched one arm in front of her to keep her safe and silently tell her to stay behind him, "Actually they already did."

"What?" Frank looked at Amya and his face became red as he shook his finger at her, "She's brainwashing you man don't let her! She's just as bad as that skate rat brother of hers."

"Eh-em," Jack cleared his throat from behind them.

Frank smiled and turned around, "H-heyyy Jaaack how's it goin?"

Jack crossed his arms, "Talk about me all you want. If I ever hear another word from you about my little sister..." He let the threat linger in the air.

""W-what I would never," Frank looked back and forth between Jack and Carson then Amya, "S-Sorry." Carson fake lunged at him.

"You're pretty!" Frank quickly said to Amya before running away. His loser friends following behind. Amya smiled.

Carson smirked and took her ponytail between his fingers and absent-mindedly played with her hair, "Well he was right about one thing."

"You think I'm pretty?" Amya asked swooning.

"Oh, actually I meant the brainwashing," Carson smirked.

She tightened her lips together into an annoyed smile and smacked his arm playfully, "You're terrible."

He kissed her and she couldn't help smiling into it. Jack cleared his throat once again. They broke apart quickly, Carson looking at the floor, and Amya shuffling nervously.

"Thanks," Jack muttered.

"Huh?" Carson asked confused.

"For what?" Amya asked simultaneously.

"For taking care of my sister, defending her, and keeping her safe," Jack said.

He held out his hand to Carson who shook it, "Of course bro any time." Amya blushed.

"Want to come sit with us?" Jack asked.

"No," Amya said quickly, "I mean. This is our table. It always has been so why don't you come sit here?"

"Uh because that table has more room and now there's another person joining so..." Jack explained like it was obvious. Amya laughed and hung her head turning bright red as Carson laughed at her.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked.

"N-nothing." Amya answered. Jack glared at her, "I just thought you were sitting there because you didn't want to sit with us."

"Oh you mean because I was 'Just being an ass?'" Jack asked raising a quirked eyebrow at her. Carson tried to conceal more laughter behind a cough.

"Sooo... you heard that huh?" Amya asked nervously.

"Yeah well you weren't exactly speaking quietly, and we weren't that far away," Jack said.

"S-sorry Sir," Amya answered guiltily as they walked to their new table.

"Oh don't worry you can just add that to the list of things we will be discussing tonight," Jack smirked taking his seat next to Kim. Amya cringed but sat across from him with Carson sitting beside her.

"Welcome back," Kim greeted over her tray of food.

"Glad to be back," Carson acknowledged.

"Speaking of things we should discuss tonight, how did your test go?" Jack asked keeping Amya's focus on him, "Really well actually. I think." Jack could tell she was telling the truth. He had grown very used to her lies recently and was determined to never let her get away with any more.

Carson took her hand under the table, "She said she might have aced it."

"My study guide helped then?" Milton asked.

Amya laughed nervously, "Y-yeah."

Jack glared at her and looked to Milton, "She never used it. Stop. Lying."

Milton frowned, "Well then you better have aced it little missy I put a lot of work into those. I give them to Jerry too."

"I used mine," Jerry answered before leaning over and whispering in Amya's ear, "Sold it to some other nerd for twenty bucks."

Amya grinned, "Damn I should of thought of that."

"Language," Both Carson and Jack warned.

She giggled, "Sorry guys."

Jerry winked, "You're welcome." Carson's once innocent hand moved up to her thigh making Amya jump slightly and blush. So much for trying not to piss off Jack, what the hell was he trying to do here? She carefully peeked at Jack after stabbing a piece of her salad. He was talking to Kim about some date they'd be going on next week and hadn't seemed to notice a thing. She shot a look at Carson and batted his hand away under the table. Carson about choked on his chicken he was laughing so hard. Amya scrunched her face up in annoyance at first but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"So how about we go to a movie tonight after training, you know, to celebrate how well you did on the test?" Carson asked.

"I'm afraid she can't tonight," Jack answered before she could get a word out.

"But..." Amya began. Jack shook his head. Amya glared at him.

"Don't give me that look you're the one who got yourself in trouble. Big trouble," Jack said. It at least looked like he had calmed down a bit from this morning. A lot actually.

"And you're the one dragging it out," Amya muttered.

"Excuse me?" Jack asked his tone growing darker. Well that calmness wasn't meant to last long.

Carson looked between the siblings frantically, "Never mind. It's fine we can go another night." Amya held her glare against Jack's, neither of them blinking or backing down.

"Wow she is just like you," Jerry said. They both turned their glares on him.

"Dudes. Come on! Guys stop it! Blink your freaking me out! I'm sorry okay?" Jerry whined. They turned their glares back towards eachother. The bell rang and they stood to leave neither of them faltering. When Jack looked down Amya thought she had won so she smirked until she saw Jack flipping up his shirt purposefully revealing the menacingly leather belt that hid beneath it and wrapped through his belt loops. She quickly dropped her gaze to the ground and snuck a glance at Carson. He seemed to realize Jack's not so subtle hint as well and she blushed. She caught a glance from Kim that almost looked like pity. She exhaled and dumped her tray in the trash before slamming it down on the rack making the other contents rattle.

She stomped off in the direction of her classes, swinging her bag over her shoulder as she went, and not daring a glance back to see her brothers glaring eyes. She could practically feel his gaze burning into her already. Carson hurried to catch up to her.

"Amya!" He called, "Amya wait! Stop!"

She had ignored him until he grabbed ahold of her arm, "What has gotten into you? Are you trying to piss him off on purpose?" Tears started to form in her eyes as he stared into them with concern. She quickly looked away and choked back the lump forming in her throat.

"Amya talk to me. Tell me why. I want to help if I can," Carson said.

"N-no." She answered her breath hitching, "I mean I'm fine. You can't help me."

"Will you at least tell me what's going on with you? I think I deserve to know," Carson asked nicely.

"It has nothing to do with you," Amya answered.

He let go of her arm with a hurt expression on his face, "Fine. Catch ya later."

"W-wait!" She said quickly grabbing his arm this time as he brushed past her. He stopped but didn't turn around so she didn't let go.

She looked at the ground still clutching the back of his hoodie sleeve, "I'm sorry okay? It's just..." Carson turned to hear her out, "I'm not used to this. The whole authority thing. Well I mean... not like this. I know Jack loves me so it's different I guess. It's just taking a while to adjust to... I don't know what I'm feeling really. At first I was all for it but now..."

"You're rebelling?" He asked. She froze and nodded. That seemed like the proper term for the situation, "I guess thats a good term for it. But I don't know why."

"I think I do," Carson answered, "You're testing him. Inside you're curious as to how far you can push him before he gives up on you. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but... that's not going to happen, and this way all that's doing is getting you into more trouble. So can you at least try to behave? For me? I don't like worrying about you."

"Jack would never actually hurt me. Rudy either," She said quickly defending them without thinking.

"Of course I know that, but still, I don't like knowing that you're in trouble all the time," He said pinching her cheek.

"Ow hey!" She batted his hand away and laughed, "Fine I will try. But I'm not making any promises. This is me we are talking about after all."

Carson smiled, "I know and this mischievous streak in you is only one of the things I love about you."

She hugged him quickly and he squeezed her tightly, "Alright get to class you. If you're late you'll have to deal with me." She smirked and turned to stick her tongue out as she was walking away.

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully and she laughed, "I love you too. See ya later."

When classes were over Amya walked sluggishly to her locker, her impending doom just kept growing nearer. She threw her bag in and sighed shutting the locker door with a slam. She turned around and started walking away when an arm snaked around her shoulders. She jumped and looked to see who it was cringing when she saw Jack's face.

"Hey there little sister," Jack said.

Amya glued her gaze to the floor and tried to act tough but her voice shook, "W-what do you want?"

He squeezed her lightly and lead her back the other way, "Well ya see. You never bring your bag home which is kind of odd. Especially because I know your teachers, having had them before, so I realize that they do indeed give homework. Especially that annoying math one. The number of worksheets she used to give..."

"Maybe I do it all in class," Amya tried.

"Wow you are such a kidder today aren't you? I mean, at least I hope that's what you're doing, because otherwise you'd be lying to me again which you know I hate. But well ya see, I might believe this lie, oh sorry, 'joke', of yours if it wasn't for the fact that I already had two of your teachers stop me today and guess what we discussed?" Jack asked.

"Which ones?" Amya asked quickly.

"Oh so it's true you haven't been doing any of your homework since coming here?" Jack asked.

"I do some of it. What I can finish in class and what I cop... Um... what I finish in class," She answered.

Jack glared at her and pointed at the locker, "Open it, and for now on, or until I can trust you again, I want you to show me your finished assignments."

Amya scoffed, "Really Jack?"

Jack leaned over her and whispered a warning in her ear, "You are so lucky there are witnesses around. You better do what I say for the rest of the day without a complaint Amya or so help me..."

"Alright Alright! I'm sorry. I will stop," Amya said quickly seeing the anger in Jack's facial features. She sighed and grabbed her bag.

"All of it," Jack ordered. She rolled her eyes but quickly added all of her books and folders to the bag before shutting the door.

She sighed and turned to Jack, "I'm sorry really."

"So you keep saying in between your tantrums," Jack said.

"Jack... I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to disappoint you anymore..." She said tears welling up in her eyes once more. This time he rolled his eyes and pulled her into a tight hug. The shock made her stop crying and she hugged him back, "I'm so so sorry Jackie."

He rubbed her head lovingly as he held her, "I know. It'll all be over tonight so just try to behave until then okay?" She nodded not wanting tonight to ever come. The others joined them and they walked to the mall together.

"I'm exhausted," Amya whined dragging behind.

"Well that sucks because I have a lot planned for class today," Jack said rubbing his hands together excitedly. Amya and Milton groaned.

"Bring it on Jack," Jerry challenged.

"Yeah I can take anything you throw at me," Kim said.

Amya laughed, "I'm sorry that sounded kind of dirty."

Kim blushed bright red, "Get your head out of the gutter!"

"I can't, too tired to lift it out," Amya whined.

"Want a ride?" Carson asked, already kneeling so she could jump on.

"This reminds of when we were kids," Amya giggled wrapping her arms around him.

"Jeez you were a lot lighter than though," Carson said.

"Hey!" Amya whined pouting, "Put me down."

"Oh chill it's not you it's your bag. What the hell is in that thing," Carson asked.

"Everything, thanks to Jack," Amya whined.

"Can we ditch it?" Carson joked.

Jack glared at his sister, "Thanks to you not doing your homework all semester."

"Amya?" Carson asked sternly.

She trembled and buried her head in his shoulder while mumbling, "Mmm sowwy. It's bohwing."

"Now you sound like when we were kids," Carson laughed.

"Give it here," Jack said. Amya pulled her arms through the straps and handed it to Jack. He took it and swung it over his shoulder along with his. Amya stretched and smiled.

"Much better you haven't gained much weight at all since you were little, you've always been tiny," Carson said making Amya smile.

"How long have you two known each other?" Kim asked.

"Since I can remember. I bounced around houses a lot but mostly stayed in the same area," Amya explained.

"Where my mom lives," Carson added, "We went to the same Elementary school together."

"That long huh?" Kim asked.

Jack frowned, "All this time you weren't even that far away."

"Yeah except for middle school years," Carson said.

"UGH let's never talk about that, worst years of my life," Amya groaned.

"How come?" Kim asked curiously.

"I heard she went ballistic, got in fights everyday, even got arrested once or twice," Carson shrugged, "My little thug."

"For what?" Jack asked shocked.

"What did you do?" Kim asked.

Amya shrunk into Carson, "Common thievery, breaking curfews, oh one time I pushed the hot dog suit guy at the mall into the trash can and Dennis and I rolled the can down the ramp to the movie theatre entrance."

Jerry fist bumped me, "That's what I'm talking bout."

"Who's Dennis?" Jack asked.

"He's nothing but trouble," Carson said, "he's a punk kid Amya used to hang out with."

"Hey there Mr. Jealousy, I didn't have you there during that time, which was the worst part of all of that by the way. I needed someone to hang out with," Amya explained.

"Yeah and what happened with that?" Carson asked knowingly.

"I don't want to talk about it," Amya answered.

"What happened?" Milton asked.

"I said I don't want to talk about it Krupnik so back off okay?" Amya snapped, not meaning to sound so harsh, "Sorry those were the group home years. It was a long time ago. A time I'd like to forget."

"It's alright you don't have to talk about it," Milton said.

Carson put her down and hugged her tightly, he leaned on her pretending as if she would carry him next, "My turn."

"UGH get off! You're too big!" She laughed trying to push against his weight.

He smiled, "Good thing we're here then."

They all changed and Jack led the class as the sensei. Things were going well until about halfway through class when Jack announced that they were going to break up into partners. Amya skipped to Carson and beamed up at him happily. He smiled and shook his head, "Amya I tried to tell you earlier." Amya tilted her head not understanding what he meant, "You will see." Milton and Jerry were partners Jack and kim and...

"Amya you're with me," Jack said.

"What? But..." Amya started.

"Excuse me?" Jack asked.

"Uh... I mean... but you..." She tried looking between Jack and her boyfriend. Why? Why did Jack have to be difficult?

"Told ya," Carson said. Amya blinked, so this is what Carson had meant? That Jack wouldn't actually let them train together during class.

"Lay low remember?" Carson asked.

Amya crossed her arms and let out a heavy sigh. She stomped once before obeying. She stood in front of Jack, her eyes narrowed and arms crossed. Jack only smirked at her. She hadn't expected this. He was holding back?

"Well?" She asked. When Jack didn't respond she only got angrier. She tried to shove him back but he simply sidestepped and grabbed her arm and locked it behind her shoulders.

"Now what?" He whispered in her ear. She tried to swipe his leg out from underneath him but he didn't budge, "Free sparring, your partners only, begin."

Amya was glad that the others were now too busy so that she was out of the spotlight. She struggled against him trying to get her arm away from his grip but he held it tightly with little effort.

She let her body relax for a split second before angrily throwing a back kick. Jack hadn't expected it and he moved to dodge it too late causing it to land right in his stomach. He released her and smirked when the air returned to his body, "Not bad. Nice power. What else you got?" She smiled and quirked her head to the side. This could be fun. Finally a chance for her to take out her anger on Jack. She kicked and he ducked right under it before sweeping her leg out from under her. He grabbed her arm before she hit the mat, "Is that what you were trying to do earlier?" He asked as she steadied herself.

"Good for you. You're better at karate then me, point proven, in case the black belt around your waist wasn't enough proof," Amya said snarkily.

"Watch it," He warned before lowering his voice, "this belt isn't the one I will be using tonight."

"Oh really? I wouldn't have guessed with the all so subtle performance you gave at lunch," Amya retorted. He advanced on her leaning over her like he often did to make her shut up. She shied away.

"I will give you one more second to gain control of yourself and remember where we are and who I am." Jack said.

"I'm sorry Sir," She answered quickly.

Jack saw the disappointment in her face and sighed, "Five minutes that's it." She looked up at him confused.

"Partner switch, Amya you're with Carson, Milton your with me," Jack said.

"What?" Amya asked shocked.

"What?" Milton asked, shocked as well but with fear in his voice rather then excitement.

"Show him what you got," Jack whispered with encouragement before turning to Milton, "Show me what you got."

"O-okay Jack but I won't go easy on you,"Milton answered.

"Nor I you," Amya told Carson.

He raised his eyebrows at her as she took a fighting stance, "This should be fun then."