A/N: I'm loving fanfiction so much! It gives me such a positive feeling. And I just love continuing my stories, you'll never know what the finished project will be like and I can't wait to see what it's going to be. Loving all of you guys' reviews, it's so lightening and I just love to see more and re-read them. Writing just relaxes me and brings me to a new place. And by the way, the first chapter was my first try of first person after being this third person narrative. So I kind of thought that the chapter sucked because I haven't returned to first person in about 5 years. I don't know. And no, I am not a Filipino but I checked out the trailer and kind of felt bad that it was kind of close to it but I have my own way of this story so I'm not really copying especially since I haven't heard of that movie...and I just thought about a story revolving around family businesses and my obsession with cupcakes and owning my own little cafe.

I'm thinking of getting a account on the Kickin' It wikia or twitter so you guys can follow the stories. I'm not sure but I'm thinking of it.

Sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It except for the Plot.

~Cupcake Queen~

"Couldn't take the suffering anymore, now can you, sweetheart?"
-Jack Brewer

Chapter Two: The Mystery Cupcake

I sat grumbling in my comfy and velvet couch in the living. The remote tight in my grip making my palm turn clammy, I removed my hand and scrunched my nose in disgust before wiping my hand on the couch. You can totally imagine the Grinch once you can walk through the doors and trust me, the sight isn't pretty when my mood worsened. Everything I've tried to take my mind off Jack Brewer it backfires and sends something whirling back at me. Currently, I was just surfing through the channels trying to find something I could tolerate with. Behold, the image focuses on Jack Brewer's interview, I watched in distaste as he laughed freely and agreed to the reporter.

But on good thing came out of watching his interview. I found out he was staying here for 2 months to promote his upcoming movie, I still didn't know how he managed to trick the paparazzi. I shifted and removed the pillow off my lap and placed my feet back on the floor, wooden but covered by a rug. I rolled my eyes to myself, great, the superstar was going to fount around shooting his pride to everyone who he knew wasn't worthy enough. Including me, I shut the television off and grabbed my mug that I drained hot chocolate from.

I smacked my lips, receiving the warm and delicate taste of chocolate. I moaned slightly before removing myself from the couch. Dressed in my plaid pajamas, and a purple tank top, I had placed my hair up into a messy ponytail too exhausted from today's work. I found it unbelievable that the living room was the second floor up from the store, basically the floor I was standing on was the ceiling of the cupcake store. I grinned widely and stomped loudly and playfully before letting out a soft collection of giggles.

Turning the counter and heading towards the sink, I placed my mug down before heading back to the couch. I grabbed the blanket that was once around me and dragged it across the floor as the headed to the window, plopping myself down on the padding that came along the window pane I threw open the shutters and poked my head outside. Immediately I breathed in the fresh scent of bread baking, across from my house was a bakery store, I loved going out here and just feel like I was back home with a field of wheat.

I clutched the wool blanket around me tighter as the cold breeze sent shivers down my exposed skin. I've always loved the evening, everything seems to calm down and you finally enjoy the sight without hearing the annoying sound of cars honking repeatedly. It makes a great alarm clock, this has always been my routine, just staring up into the darken sky and trying to see if the stars are out. I don't know what makes evening so peacefully but I guess it's just the sensation of the evening.

I waved slightly at the elder woman inside the bakery store. I rested my hand back down on my lap as the owner of the store opened the door for a customer struggling with the plenty of things they were carrying. I grew to love Seaford because of how homey it felt, just like out of a book that I once read before I lost it during our move here. With one last sigh I closed the shutters and dragged my body up to the attic, ignoring the third floor and heading to the fourth where it was basically my own floor and I didn't mind at all.

Throwing my blanket on the bed under another window, I closed the curtains and plopped down on my desk. Glancing at the clock that currently struck 7 o'clock before deciding to do some of my homework that wouldn't be due until Wednesday. I wasn't disturbed until 30 minutes later when my phone rang, immediately I dropped my pencil and took the call.

"Yes, Grace?" Grace O'Doherty had been my best friend ever since I first moved to Seaford. She had taken me under her wing the moment I entered the school, showing me what not to do and what to do. What lunch tables to sit in and what not. She's one of those whose died to join the popularity group but unfortunately she just didn't have the quality the cheerleaders did and she was out the next try out. Like the best friend I am, I comfort her wracking body and stroked her long brown hair reaching down to her waist.

She was beautiful, had curves the right place. Rocked the current fashion and had the confidence to try anything out-going, she was a fashion freak every time we'd go shopping. Usually I'd look for some jeans and pretty tops and cardigans, while she raged throughout the store and battled with customers to get the clothing articles which she always manages to win. She was one of those who loved high heels and dresses and makeup, I had grown to live with it and when she's not a fashion freak, we'd just share something we had in common.

Going to Stanford. We made a promise to each other to attend there the same year and have no obstacles break us apart. It was easy, maybe since I wasn't one of those pretty girls that gets dates every weekend. We'd go to each other's house and study for our exams and quizzes, sometimes I'd let her paint my nails not that I enjoyed it but she's one of those people that sees something in others that people like me can't see.

"Did you hear!" she shrieked in my ear, I cringed and pulled my phone slightly away but kept on listening, praying it wasn't what I was thinking.

"What?" I asked.

"Jack Brewer is here for-" Grace began slowly in an exciting voice.

"I know, is here for 2 months," I told her quickly before she could damage my ear drum any longer, "I saw the interview." I added in and twirled around in my chair and playing with a strand that fell from my ponytail.

"We can totally run in to him, on purpose and become friends and he'll fall in love with one of us and-" Grace panted and I bit back a groan and stood up from my chair and sat on my bed.

"Grace! This is reality not a fairytale!" I snapped. I heard her groan, I bit my lip and prepared myself for her lecture about how I'm never interested in guys, especially Jack. I rolled around until I was on my back and kicked at the ceiling finding myself smiling.

"Kimmy, Kimmy," I growled on the other end, "Kim. How can you possibly not find Jack Brewer the hottest human being on the planet!" she squealed. I wished I was on the other end shoving a pillow in her face.

"Look, I'll admit he's attractive but not anything where I'll kill myself to make him mine attractive," I told her honestly, "Besides. There are million of girls in line and you might has well shove through them all if you want to meet Jack Brewer, quite frankly I don't mind."

"Wait. So you'll support me in trying to spot him." she asked.

I sat up and shrugged before noticing she couldn't see me, "More like stalking. And, so I've already met him and it wasn't clique and every...-oh darn." As I realized I gave up my secret to Grace. There was a gasp, too long for my liking and I smacked the phone to alert her. Hearing her startled, I smirked and leaned back against my bed with a satisfied grin.

"You met, the Jack Brewer!" Grace squealed, "When? Where? How? Details!" And this was my punishment, I try my best not to make it seem like it was worth something to look at especially since I made a complete fool of myself. How it wasn't all ray and sunshine or running into each other's arms. Then she began rambling on about how it was fate and how it was totally meant for us to be together and I just responded with a loud snort.

My head began pounding about all the nonsense I've put up with Jack Brewer and bid Grace a goodbye and hanged up before she could respond. Shutting my phone off, I lost the interest to finish the homework that I bet no one else was bothering to do. Placing my phone on the night stand I found it was 8:15, I just spent 45 minutes talking about the guy that's been occupying my mind for the day.

I need a distraction.

I raced downstairs and shut the living room door behind me. Slipping on a jacket before I traded my bunny slippers for a pair of worn out sneaker and re-did my ponytail. Immediately I saw my mother working on a fresh new batch of cupcake mixture and I walked towards her, popping my lips and swinging my arms. "Hey, mama." I greeted her cheerfully, she gave me a quick and unsure smile, "I have some spare time. Need any help?" She flashed me a quick smile and gave the bowl one last mix before tapping the wooden spoon to get rid of any extra mixture.

I followed after her as she wiped her hands on her apron, finding her worn out and tired. I grew guilty for my thoughts earlier before glancing at my outfit and cringed, "Mama. You should get some rest, didn't you say you've hadn't been sleeping lately?" I told her and grabbed the mixture out of her reach and stopping her from doing anything else.

"I'm fine, honey." she assured me, I wasn't convinced.

"Mama. Me and Papa will be okay, we managed during the afternoon and besides, business is slowing down," I tried to convince her with a pleading voice, "Please Mama." I urged. She finally gave me by handing in her apron and giving me a goodnight kiss, as she headed up I called for some spare clothes. Dressing quickly I pushed through the double doors, glancing up the staircase before nodding satisfaction.

I headed to my dad and ruffled his dark brown hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. He looked shocked at the sight of me but gave me a grin back, "Darling. What are you doing here?"

"Sent mama to sleep." I giggled at his taken back expression, "I can take the front." I say. He nodded and finished up his current customer before giving me a kiss on the head and disappeared in the back. I exited the front and began to take orders just like the morning, grabbing tips and staring longingly at it before shoving them in my waitress apron. Surprisingly I wasn't tired from this morning, still managing to race back and fort.

I turned my head at the sound of a Ding! And groan at the sight of Jack walking in this time gathering the customers' attention, I rolled my eyes and continued grabbing the napkins left on the table and wiped away spills. I sensed a warm presence behind me and I didn't bother to turned around before I noticed I had to throw away the used napkins.

I met his warm brown eyes and forced myself to look away immediately, "Yes?" I asked slightly annoyed as the customers' watched us like greedy rodents.

"Well. I was wondering if I could get another one of those double chocolate chip mocha cupcake." Jack answered with equal annoyance. I hastily threw away the napkins, "But it seems like people like aren't allowed the equal respect that these people does." I sighed and rang up his order and took his money. He did have a point, suddenly having a grudge on him because he'd been occupying my mind wasn't a good reason.

I ignored his comment and gave him his change, "Well. I got one thing right," I say and bent to retrieve 2 cupcakes that he paid for, my mouth watered at the sight of my favorite cupcake before I gulped, "You loved the cupcake I recommended. I'm not surprised, it is my favorite." I gave him a small smile and handed him a bag. Before groaning as 3 hands shot up to be served.

"I'll be right with you!" I called out and hurriedly tried to exit the back of the cashier and banged my knee against the counter, "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I hissed as I bounced on one leg. He watched in amusement as I managed to grab my notepad and pencil at the same time while in pain.

"Do you need some help?" he asked surprising me.

"What?" I cried out in shock, slamming against the provided coat rack. Great was I making a huge fool of myself in front of him, and I shouldn't mind but I do. I watched as he bit back a chuckle and placed his bag back down on the counter and shake his shaggy brown locks off his eyes. He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, "I don't need help! Especially from a celebrity." I called out as I limped towards my next customer.

I hurriedly jotted in the order hearing the customer say, "You might need to ice that, hun." the lady in her late thirties suggested, with concern laced in her tone. I gave her a quick nod and limped back to the front to get her order. My knee throbbed the more I had walked and I took the liberty to massage my knee before coming back with her order.

I gave a scowl as more customers entered through the doors before turning back to Jack who gestured to the tables left unclean, I limped back to him until I was facing his chest and looked up with an hiss, "Fine. I do need help."

"Couldn't take the suffering anymore, now can you, sweetheart?" he chuckled as I flung the notepad at his direction.

"It doesn't take a brain to know how to take orders now does it?" I batted my eyelashes innocent, a smirk worming up to my face as he eyed me carefully, "Good luck!" I waved to him sweetly before heading to an empty table to clear up the mess the customers leave behind before joining Jack in serving. Looking back at him, I found him doing surprisingly well and that thought only angered me more.

He had sent a charming smile over to an elderly pair, who laughed as they knew who he was and praised him for being so successful. I stood behind the counter with crossed arms, shaking my head as he ripped up a paper of an order to hand to me. I grudgingly took it and fulfilled their order and joined Jack as he continue to chat with them.

I touched his arm, ignoring the spark that ignited the moment I did and sent the couple a loving smile. "Jack, we have more people to serve." I told him as nicely as I can for the couple. He glanced down at me before looking at the hand that was touching his arm before smirking at me, immediately I dropped my hand and handed them their order.

"Awwh, look Marvin," the elderly woman giggled, "The couple works together like a true team." My jaw dropped at her comment before I switched my finger between Jack and I. I let out a huff of disbelief before trying to correct them.

"What! I-I" I tried to say before Marvin interrupted.

"Best luck to both of you," Marvin tugged Jack close who hesitantly drew near to listen to him, "Don't let that one go. She's a keeper." I refused to hear the rest and resumed my position back at the counter. Still in shock from the couple's observation, Jack and I...a couple? Now that's a funny joke, mainly because I can't even stand that bastard. Besides, why would Jack take interest in a average girl like me when he could have a model?

"You're scowling." he pointed out a chuckle. I was surprised he wasn't bothered but didn't think to say anything and instead gave him the next order.

"Gee, thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious!" I snapped at him. He only shook his head at me before grabbing the order, I leaned against the wall hoping my father was still busying making the cupcakes. I still don't know why he bothered to help me out int he first place, didn't he love watching normal people struggling to get a good tip?

As the store cleared out I headed out the door to switch the sign to 'Close'. Leaning against the door as Jack continued smiling as he washed down tables, I still don't know what's giving Jack a good spirit. I walked up to him, hoping my temper wouldn't get the best of him.

"You can drop the act now." I told him lamely. He only glanced up, warming me with his brown eyes and continued working, "Are you growing deaf?" He let out a deep sigh and crossed his arms, the damp rag slung over his broad shoulder as he stared down at me challenging.

"No." he just said. "But I think you sniffed up too much cupcake mixture to tell me to drop what act." he said in a more harsher tone. I studied him, ignoring the way the light fell perfectly on him to show how defined he was.

"Oh what? Don't tell me you didn't do this because it was good for your image." I followed after him as he moved to another table to clean up.

"Even if I told you, you'd find another smart and sarcastic remark to shoot back at me." he said, I looked away as his muscles contract as he began wiping down the table smoothly. I shifted my weight, my eyes boring holes at him.

"I refuse to believe that someone like you can just walk in here and take up a job like a normal person." I snapped bitterly. I gulped as he straightened up to stare down at me intensely.

"Sometimes, people forget that we were once normal people." he shot back with a shake of disappointment, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I stood there thinking a good comeback before giving up and sitting down on the plush and vacant, maroon colored couch. My hands clasped together as my eyes continued examining him, did he just want to be a normal person? Why did he come back we he knew I was just going to be plain sarcastic? Why did he bother with my attitude towards him? I hated wanting to know an answer.

I gritted my teeth in frustration, "And how would you anything about being a normal person?" I snapped bitterly. I stood up, leaning back against the smooth table. He looked back as he placed the damp rag on the counter, seeing as his jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly I gave a smirk of triumph.

"You don't know one thing about me." he growled. I gave out a humorless laugh as I untied my waitress apron and strolled forward, passing and purposely brushing his shoulder as I made my way around the cashier to place in the remaining money, I watched it burst open and I roughly shoved the bills and coins in. I shut the drawer close with my hip as I rounded on him.

"Oh yeah, no one knows about the world famous Jack Brewer. Only 2 years older than me. Won his first award at the age of 12 and starred in over 14 movies just as he turned 16. Has a total of 24 awards and 38 nominations. A 3rd degree black belt that comes in handy during stunts in action movies and is known not to have a stunt double unless necessary," I continued before he could retort, "Your favorite flavor of ice-cream is cookie dough, you skateboard during your spare time and you don't have a favorite color."

I looked up surprised he didn't have the look of astonishment, "I meant my personal life." I rolled my eyes and grasped the damp rag he placed on the counter.

"As if you know my name." I retorted with a huff. He didn't respond but just simply turned his body so my front was facing his back. "Oh real mature." I say before slapping his broad shoulder with the cloth. He stiffened but pulled away from the counter, whirling around to grab his bag that he order hours ago. Watching in pure hatred as he continued to walk towards the entrance, me following closely behind so I can lock the doors.

He stopped the door from closing and gave me a smirk, "By the way. Your name is Kim Crawford." he winked and let the doors become a barrier between us. I stood there fuming and locked the doors with much force as possible. How did he get my name? Then I glanced down at my name tag and let out a groan, never really like name tags, it's a free way visit to creepville.

Pushing through the double doors, I locked those too for safety measures and threw the dirty rag into the sink, too exhausted to wash it before dragging my feet up the wooden stairs and into the living room and up my bedroom and calling out a goodnight to my father currently watching the latest sports channel on. I flopped down on my mattress, sighing in pleasure as it massaged the knots in my back. Flickering my gaze over to my sketch pad, I grasped it and flipped to a fresh page.

I sketched quickly of a chocolate mixture before adding in a inner and different flavor in the middle of the cupcake. It was my thought of how Jack may be harsh and cold but helping me out was a generous act, there was something more to Jack than just irritating the heck out of me. He was a mystery and I wanted to find out, even if it meant using the 2 months he has to do so. Smacked on the top of the chocolate frosting was a question mark he left for me, I topped it off with a swirl of vanilla before nodding in satisfaction.

A/N: Well I guess that was better than the other chapter. I'm never satisfied with any of my work and it's always someone who tells it's better than hers/his. But I never believe them. I'm making this relationship not start out nicely, you know harsh Kim and harsh Jack basically a hate-love story which I really love, seeing how two people who hate each other somehow become insanely attracted to each other. Anyway I would love to see your thoughts on this chapter!

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-Noelle