kyiomi: Aww... you never fail to make my day, kyiomi.

Disneyluver89: Okay.

SwiftStar1: Actually, I just named the principal something random, and Horn just came up. I never really had a comparison.

Nikki: Aw, Thanks!

ilovesports1999: upFate? Well, Fate seems to not like Kim at the moment. Being told to stay away from Jack... Ouch, harsh.

JackmKimforewe: Alright, then.

CookieRaider8: I didn't have enough time to write until now, but thanks!

Whitelily1derful: A rally? Impressive! My favorite dessert? I have a list: red velvet cupcakes or cakes, cheesecake, ice cream (preferably cookies 'n cream or vanilla), cupcakes in general, and some of my culture's traditional desserts.

Just. Smile. Laugh. Love. Live: Thanks! It means a lot to me.

Brike99: A little patience with me, and it will all turn out well.

Kim

We didn't walk back to the dojo.

"Weaken them? That's going to be hard," Melody fretted.

"You have it worse than we do," Jemma pointed out.

"Maybe you could, maybe..." I blanked. I had no idea what to do.

"Exactly my point," Melody replied dryly.

"Hey Jemma!" We all froze at the voice.

"Uh, hey, Jack," Jemma stammered.

"I know I just met you, and it seems like we just met and everything but... willyougoonadatewithme?" Jack asked quickly and nervously, his sentence making only a little sense... until that last part.

"Um... W-what day?" Jemma stuttered, glancing quickly at me. I shrugged sadly.

"Uh... Tuesday after school," Jack stared curiously at the two of us. I quickly looked away.

"I can't," the words slid out of Jemma's mouth. "I have a project to do on environmental science and how big of a carbon footprint major companies are leaving," she recited deftly.

"Oh... how about Wednesday?" Jack suggested.

"Can't. She has to help me with my English project on classic Greek and Roman myths, like Odysseus, Aeneas, Perseus and Theseus," I told him.

"Anytime in the near future?" Jack tried one last time.

"No, we have to go film for the next few months," Macy said apologetically.

"Oh," Jack looked saddened, and my heart dropped.

"Y'know, being an actress in school is a true full-time job," I consoled.

"Leave me alone!" Jack snapped at me. We all flinched.

"What's going on, Jack?" Macy asked.

"Nothing!" Jack exclaimed. "Don't you dare come near me," he hissed, pointing angrily at me. "If Jemma wasn't famous, we'd work out. It's all your fault."

"What did I do?" I shot back at him.

"Everything!" Jack screeched.

"Now you're being ridiculous!" Melody exclaimed.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"For the last time, I'm not!"

"Franchement, vous êtes," Melody snapped in French. Macy, Jemma and I are fluent in French, Spanish, Mandarin, German, Italian, and Portuguese (let's just say we have a LOT of free time on our hands, waiting for some scenes, and for a break) therefore we all had to take Latin. But I'm pretty sure Jack can't hold a conversation in French, so I think we're safe.

"I'm going to kill you when we get home," Jack threatened.

"Can't. I'm having a sleepover at Kim's. See you later!" Melody smirked, and we walked off, hand in hand. Lucky for us we had planned it as a casual event. Only now, it turned out to be something more... dangerous.

"He has his angry moments," Melody sighed desolately.

"Je sais," we all murmured.

Melody cracked a smile.

"Great lies back there, Jem," I complimented.

"Lies? No, I really do have a project on environmental science. I'd say you did great with your excuse back there," Jemma grinned, her smile genuine.

"No, that was real. So, will you help me?" I smiled sheepishly.

Macy just shook her head, chuckling under her breath.

Jemma hung up the phone. "It's settled, we're not in the Wasabi Dojo anymore," she sighed, leaning back on her bed. We were in her massive bedroom, lounging on beanbag chairs, or, if you're unlucky, the floor.

"What about me?" Melody pointed out.

"I got you covered," Jemma replied.

"And what about Melody living in the Brewer household?" I asked.

"Oh that. I just said that it'd be best if I stay with the Crawfords, because I'd known them before they were famous, and I'd stayed with them before. Then I called Mom and Dad and told them that I knew the Crawfords and I'd like to stay with them instead. Anyway, I'm legally here until this fiasco is over," Melody laughed, chiming through the room.

"Let me go tell Mom," Macy stood up to go.

"I'd better come with you, so they can question me or something," Melody replied, her voice joking, but her face serious.

When the door closed, Jemma turned to me.

"How much do you like Jack?" she asked.

I flopped backwards, so I lay on the floor. "A lot," I admitted.

"Y'know, I hate him a lot right now. Snapping at you because I didn't go out with him, ignoring you basically because we're famous and not you... I wish he'd notice you, y'know?" she turned to me.

"You realize that you said y'know twice in a sentence?" I deflected neatly.

"Nice one, Kim, but what can you say? We're from Texas," Jemma smirked, her head hanging off the side of the bed as stared at me upside down.

"What we miss?" Macy asked as she and Melody came back in.

"Nothing," I smiled wearily.

"Just talking about how Southern we could be," Jemma elaborated.

Just then, something tapped the window. Frowning, Jemma pulled back the curtain.

"GO OUT WITH ME, JEMMA!" Jack's voice screamed.

"Am I allowed to throw something at him?" Jemma turned around to ask us.

"Yeah, but with what?" Melody asked.

"I know," Macy smirked as she left the room. She came back with rolls of toilet paper.

"Yes," Jemma hissed.

"We all do it on the count of three," Macy ordered, handing each of us a roll.

"1..." Melody whispered, all of us creeping towards the window.

"2..." Macy hissed, drawing even closer.

"3!" Jemma screeched happily as we pelted Jack with one roll of toilet paper each.

Four rolls hit him square in the head.

"I'll get you at practice tomorrow, Melody and Kim!" Jack screamed as he stormed off.

We turned away, snickering.

"What a surprise he'll get tomorrow," Melody smirked.

Even though we were protecting him. Kinda.

Life's throwing me lemons, but when I try to make lemonade, the lemons laugh in my face and taunt me.

How is that going to get me through life?

Okay, it's official. Weirdest. Chapter. Ever. Jack is completey OOC, and I'm not sure what to do next. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME WITH EVERY STORY!

~squirmyorchid!