A/N: Yay! I absolutely love the reviews I've received! It really makes my day and I grinned like a fool whenever I see someone enjoy this story so much. Well, I'm writing up another chapter mainly because I couldn't help myself and also I wanted to give you guys another chapter. I do not want to become of those authors who doesn't update in a month, no offense I'm pretty sure they have a lot of things to do and once I return back to school I will too. But I will feel the guilt of knowing someone of you guys are waiting for another chapter and I can't keep you waiting.

Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes in this chapter.

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

~Cupcake Queen~

Chapter Three: Endearing

Rummaging through my locker my eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as I tried to fish out the right binder for my next two periods. I frowned as I pulled out Chemistry and shoved it back in. With my pencil cases abandoned on the floor next to my feet I dropped the textbook next to it as I spotted the purple binder and timidly placed the papers; sticking out, back in. I don't remember how messy I've gotten, checking my room back home my parents would be surprised how much of a mess my locker has begun. I never liked lockers and the minutes left to grab the right binder and throw in the books I've had during the last period.

I jumped, startled as my locker door slammed shut. I stared questioningly at Grace, currently leaning against the locker next to mine and checking her nails with a frustrated expression. She looked up and I flinched at the anger, "Okay. Who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" I let out a soft laugh as she pouted, my fingers went to dial in the combination, "And thanks. Now I have to do a quick sprint to the other side of the building." I tried my hardest to hide my sarcastic tone.

She simply rolled her piercing blue eyes and shifted so her shoulder was pressed up against the locker, "I find it unfair!" she pouted. I hide my smile as I poked my head inside my locker once again to grab the last needed supplies. "You know. That you got to meet and work with Jack Brewer when you find him ridiculously idiotic."

I sighed and closed my lockers and myself on my knees to gather up my supplies, "Well. You could hang around the shop until he comes again, but I doubt that he will after the whole not needed argument I struck up with me." I bit my lip and simply shrugged, "I'm surprised you're not saying all those cheesy things like it was fate or you two are meant to be with each other."

I bounced back up to my feet and cocked an eyebrow, "Well. Do you want me to?" Grace wiggled her eyebrows and I forced a gag, "Oh come on! You really don't imagine dating that piece of-"

I let out a mischievous smile, "Junk?" I offered to finish. She frowned deeply at me and locked out arms as we made our way to my next class, she shook her head and tugged me to the corner of my next class. I still didn't know why she's making a big deal of meeting Jack, he's the same as other superstars, insane, cocky and selfish. Okay not as selfish since he offered to help me in the shop but if he hadn't come in the first place I wouldn't have gone up tot he counter to get his order and bang my knee or be placed under pressure.

I scoffed in disbelief, evaluating the skills of someone normal. Not everyone can be a Jack Brewer. I shivered at the thought, my eyes drifted back to Grace seeing that her mouth was moving in a rapid and nonhuman pace I clicked my attention back to her, only to find out she was rambling on and on about Jack. Must I always have a punishment? Can't I hate that jerk that believes the he has a hard life? Asking about himself when I was placed in another situation and believes he knows me? I grumbled in distaste of how much I hate his guts.

"Oh come on!" Grace whined, "Jack can't be that bad!"

I let out a humorless laugh, "If you spent 3 hours with him...well then your theory is proven wrong." I ripped my arm away from hers as I entered my next class of pure torture as the cheerleaders eyed me, I rolled my eyes and purposely bumped my shoulder against one. She stumbled back in shock and unprepared for the impact, "Oh come on. It wasn't even hard." I murmured and bit back a laugh as the cheerleaders spun with a disbelief expression. I flashed back a winning smile and turned my back on them.

I should have been back home and resting in my big and comfy bed of mine. But no, I was forced to take the bus to the grocery store to pick up some last minute shopping for supplies needed in the shop and also for dinner. I pushed through the door, my hands grasping the basket near the entrance and slumped in defeat at the sight of the store. I shifted to pull out the piece of paper immediately reading the first and easy ingredient, flour.

Having finished and checked off the 7 items I've recently put in my basket, I turned and found myself in front of the eggs. I reached out and grasp one carton and shook my head and placed it back and found the proper one that I wrote down from the phone call my mother made. With my fingers only grasping a tiny portion of the carton I was unprepared for the bump that one of the customer gave me. My fingers slipped and lost grasp of the carton, I closed my eyes and prepared to hear the crack of the eggs.

When 2 minutes flew by I forced myself to open my eyes only to find my carton was in the hands of warm and slightly tanned hands. I stared in disbelief before looking up as I said, "Thank y-" I immediately frowned as Jack stood a few paces in front of me, one hands shoved in his pocket and currently wearing a red long sleeved sweater, right enough to see how muscular he was. On the collar of his shirt was the pair of sunglasses he always wore.

The cold pricked my bare legs, and I realized that I was under the protection of a plaid, red, black and white skirt with a black and gleaming belt. I had matched the skirt with a white blouse with a ruffled pattern covering my chest and brown and laced up ankle boots. I had left my hair down in loose curls, loose enough to look natural. I pursed my lips and repeated my sentence as I took the carton he held out for me, "Thanks." I said and couldn't help the sarcasm laced in my tone.

He raised an arched eyebrow, "Oh. Is that how you treat someone who saved you precious dollars?" he gave out a humorless laugh. I kept my straight face on and placed the carton inside the basket.

I ignored his comment, "I never thought I'd see the day of Jack Brewer doing his own chores. What happened?" I leaned forward and lowered my tone, "Did the person that always ran out to grab you food finally quit?" His chocolate brown eyes darkened slightly as I pulled away with a sarcastic tone.

"Still as sarcastic as ever, and to prove you wrong. I never had someone do my chores," he smirked, "I'm not selfish like some people judgmental as you." I lowered my basketball and scowled at him. He shot me his signature smirk and I rolled my eyes frankly tired of his cocky ways.

"Hate having your ego busted?" I say. He didn't reply but glanced at the paper in my hand, immediately I closed my fingers over it before eyeing him carefully, "Staring is rude." I snapped bitterly and turned to walk in the other direction, picking up the last item on the last and silently cursed that I had to run into him. Why must it be me that has to endear the torture? I snapped my cell phone open and dialed my mom's phone number before making my way to the cashier.

I quickly told her I was paying at the cashier but awful news struck me. "What do you mean you can't take me home?" I shrieked silently into the phone as my eyes watched the cashier scan the items. Giving her the money I picked up the 3 bags of grocery both making my arms ache from the heavy items from the list, I hanged out and leaned casually outside of the store, fuming and glaring into open space.

"Trying to make fire?" Jack's voice made me growl.

"No. I'm hoping for a miracle to happen so I won't have to haul this junk home!" I snapped. I shifted and from the corner of my eye I saw him slip on his sunglasses, "Must you carry that thing everywhere?" I hissed. He cocked an eyebrow before ruffling his hair and crossing his arms. He merely shrugged before checking the time, I bit my lip as he took out his car keys and looked away sharply. My mind must have been going crazy from the heat that gleamed down on me.

Why was I even think of riding with Jack? He's a plain idiotic that has everything that any human being would ask for, everything and I've already lost count. He glanced over to my frowning figure and before I could snap he let out a loud sigh, "Come on." he said in exhaustion. I glanced at him but remained still, "Stop acting like a baby and answer me." I pushed myself off the wall and glared at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry? Am I bothering a star that surely has better things to do than help the unfortunate?" I hiss, he rolled his eyes but strolled over to me with a hard expression.

"Would you stop being so stubborn and just accept the ride offer from me?" he says his tone heated. He bents to take the bags from my hands, I ignore the jolt of electricity.

"Why are you always helping me?" I ask but follow him to his vehicle.

"Doesn't everyone need help?" he retorted, "And I can't let someone as tiny as you haul this weight around for long minutes. I'm not that kind of guy." We approach his jet black car. I round over to the passenger seat and yank at the handle before patiently waiting as he slides in the driver's seat to open the passenger seat, I slide in hesitantly before buckling myself in.

"Oh yeah? Then what kind of guy are you?" I challenged. He cocked an eyebrow as I closed the door rather harshly, I bit my lip as I realized I should have treated his car better. After all, it was this jerk's property. "You still haven't given me an answer, hot stuff." I say sarcastically. He turned on the ignition and buckled himself in, I counted the bags before nodding in satisfaction.

"The kind of guy that usually gets mistaken as selfish guy whose head is stuck in the world of fame." he answered harshly. I flinched as he began driving, his hands gripping the wheel tightly almost turning his knuckles white. I gulped nervously at his answer, I shifted so my blouse wasn't riding up. It was rather nice that he offered to drive me, this girl that hates him like dust, back home when he could have taken his revenge and leave me out for hungry predators.

"Well, you can't blame them," I agreed ignoring the sharp glance at my way, "You look like that kind of person." I immediately added. I settled for peering out the glass window, finding it surreal that I was in the vehicle of Jack Brewer. A normal girl would be screaming and squealing in joy, but I wanted this ride to be over with. There was a fog in the air that we breath, tension.

"You know nothing about me, Kim." he says a moment later. I turned my chin resting on my palm against the window.

"Well there's nothing to know about." I reply lamely, '"You have everything. That's all I need to know."

To my surprise he pulled over, I straightened up and peered at my curiously. "Jack." I say lowly and dangerously, "Drive." Seeing his eyes shut tight and his grip tightening on the wheel I find him struggling to resist something. Something snapped in me, I needed to know something about him. Seeing that he hadn't snapped at me I know he isn't mad at me, something in his past had been bothering him.

I unbuckle my seat belt, and reached over to touch him gently. "Jack?" I asked concern laced in my tone. He hadn't heard me, his grip became vicious on the steering wheel. It was something I hadn't experience, I was terrified. He had become as solid as a rock, then it hit me, he was having a flashback from his past. He was struggling to stop something, he depended on his grip to stop him, his uneven pants meant it was dark. There was something dark about Jack that I needed to know but I knew he wasn't willing to give up.

I grasped on his arm, shaking him gently. I was on my knees on my seat, tugging and trying desperately to snap him out of the haunting past. "Jack, please say something." I pleaded my voice gentle, "Snap out of it!" I tried again. I knew I was going to regret this, I brush the strands falling to his forehead and pressed a soft and quick kiss on his forehead.

He stiffened, my lip lingered as I was frozen in shock as shivers shot down my spine. My lips felt warm, a fuzzy feeling. I looked at his grip on the steering wheel before prying his fingers away, "Trust me." I whisper to him. I never saw someone so vulnerable, even if it was him, all my anger towards him vanished slightly. I had underestimated him and what he held.

I squeezed his hands, before rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand. He released a breath before relaxing, he snapped his eyes open in what seemed to be amazement. I bit my lip as I realized I was still holding his hand, "Are you okay?" I asked. He removed his hands from mine and I adjusted so I was sitting down once again. He gave me a stiff nod.

I wanted to bring up the subject but decided not to, the drive back was silent. But this time it was comfortable, I looked at him wondering is this was truly the last time I will see him. I licked my lips, I realized I didn't want it to be. I needed to know something...everything about him that no one might not possibly now. My fingers drummed on my lap, my eyes boring holes at the window. "I'm sorry if I scared you." he says, I pursed my lips. I was shocked that he was the one that brought up the subject.

"You didn't scare me...that much." I admitted with a nervous laugh. It was weird being nice to him, "Don't get use to it." I warned him with a low voice.

"Don't get used to what?"

"This," I gestured to myself, "I'm back to being sarcastic the moment I step out of this door." He let out a low chuckle but nodded his head.

"Well, I can't say I'm shocked."

"I know."

"No, I meant that stunt you pulled back there when I was in that...state," he tells me, "Thank you. And...I knew this nice Kim wasn't going to last...well around me anyway."

He pulls up to the shop, my mother bursts out at the sight of me, before pausing at the sight of Jack. She begins patting down her clothing and brushing through her hair nervously, I rolled my eyes. "Great, she's acting like your my boyfriend." I grumbled. He cocks an eyebrow as I open the passenger door and grabs one grocery bag. He follows suit after me with my other two bags and hands it to me, I muttered a quick thanks.

"Oh my, you are Jack Brewer!" she gushes, "Amazing. Award-winning actor at the age of 19! Look at this Kim." I roll my eyes but smile.

"I know. I was offered a ride home from him."

"You must be Kim's mother." Jack says with a grin, "I can see where she gets her beautiful looks from." I find myself smiling at the mention of me and the word beautiful together. My mother continue gushing and I find myself groaning and it catches her attention.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" she asks.

"What!" I shriek.

"I couldn't possibly-" he gets cut off with my mother saying brilliant and tugs him inside. I follow suit was a look of disbelief, I roll my eyes and I realize he's been at the shop too many times.

Great. Now I have to endear dinner.

A/N: Well. There you go. I hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next chapter. I'm kind of giving up on the cupcakes and everything, I find it exhausting.

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-Noelle