A/N: Hiya! I'm back! Lately I've felt guilty for not updating so fast and well I just had to, I really love you guys for loving this story. I didn't imagine this story deserved so many reviews, I know you guys said I have great writing but well...I don't think so. I'm still working on it and it's not the best work or anything, nothing ever is but I wanted to continue this story for you guys especially with overwhelming amount of support and reviews that I didn't know that I would get so thank you so much!

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~Cupcake Queen~

"Imagine the headlines, 'Grace O'Doherty Jack's Mystery Women!' it's totally fate!"
-Grace O'Doherty

Chapter Five: Simply Fate

She had burst through her living room door with one sleeve loosely hanging off her right arm, as she slammed the door. Her hands grasp the handle of the staircase in the nick of time had her foot stumbled and tripped against the rug. Pounding down the stairs, she had unlocked and slipped through the double doors as her eyes roamed the shop for any sight of Jack's shaggy brown hair. Quietly, she scampered up to the front door the sign banging against the door as she harshly pulled it open and huff as cold air blasted at her. She resisted the urge to slam the door close but her feet had already moved so she was standing outside, her hands automatically locked the shop.

She tilted and examined her surroundings, she was in disbelief at how Jack had managed to scurry away so fast. With hesitation dragging at her feet, she managed to continue down the sidewalk, her hands rubbing together from the low temperature. The hair stuck behind her jacket slowly irritating her, turning the corners she never noticed how dark it had gotten, the lamps had brightened and gleamed with warm light. She paused next to it, stumped whether or not she should continue, briefly she had closed her eyes and replayed the harsh dinner and continue forward.

With the roads empty and pitched black, the only source of light had emerged from a lit pathway leading to the park. She narrowed her eyes slightly but walked forward, her hands now shoved in her pockets as she neared the bench she would usually sit on during her lazy days. The only difference was another figure had occupied it, she halted in her tracks and hovered slightly to a rosebush. She lifted a dark eyebrow as she realized it was the person that she had gone out to look for, Jack.

His broad figure was hunched over, his hands formed into fists and pounding lightly against his knees. His brown hair falling and hovering over his eyes and his lips pulled into a tight line, his eyes staring blankly at the rubble ground. His head had tilted slightly at the sound of her shifting in the bush but ignore it, Kim frowned at the sight of him. Had she really place him in such an awful mood? She thought when he shook his head and his mouth opening slightly to mutter quick and audible words under his breath.

Her throat dried as the moonlight reflected off his light tanned skin, his hair illuminating and only making his figure more intriguing. Briefly distracted, her foot had tilted dangerously to one side, she let out a quiet yelp and stumbled against the bush, still hidden but the rustling of the rosebush hadn't gone unnoticed. Jack snapped his head towards the direction of the sound and slightly raising, his hands raised for defense.

His eyes had narrowed dangerously the more he had neared her. Her hands now throbbing, she let out a curse at the sight of her torn skin with beads of blood oozing from the nasty cut. She had struggled to sit upright when the bush was pushed back by Jack's hand, she looked up with a shamed expression and looked down. With her elbows barely propped up, she grunted and pulled herself to a sitting position careful not to touch her bloody palm.

"What the hell are you doing?" he snarled questioningly, his hands grasping her arms and pulled her up. She had struggled but gave up the moment her feet planted against the ground. She smiled sheepishly and he only studied her with a frustrated expression.

"Did you know rosebushes have thorns?" she asked with humor, her brown eyes gleaming with amusement as she glanced at her palms and sighed in defeat. She flickered her gaze back up, "And...I was looking for you." she admitted with a lazy tone. He dropped his arms from her and took a steady step back, his hands gesturing for her to join him on the bench. She was reluctant to sit but seeing his frustrated expression, she obliged to his request and coughed awkwardly.

"Well, you found me," he stated grudgingly, "What do you want, Kim?"

She slowly raised herself, "I could leave." she suggested immediately. She had no idea why she was acting of afraid of him but she never liked the dangerous look from people, she didn't want to be in trouble and especially not with guys 2 years older than her.

He looked up and shook his head, "Sit down, Kim." he demanded in a soft tone. Planting herself back on the bench, tucking in strands of her hair behind her ear and waited slightly for the tension to burn off and busied herself with the silver glow from the moonlight.

"I wanted to apologize." she admitted after a while, her voice quiet. He didn't look at her, instead he picked up a pebble from the ground and tossed it at the pond near the rosebushes she once hid in. Her eyes watching carefully as the pebble bounced off the water leaving behind a path of ripples. "I shouldn't have acted like that during dinner."

She caught his quick gaze before tossing another pebble, "Acting like what?" She frowned and adjusted herself on the bench, her eyes still focused on the pond.

"Like I cruel, heartless monster," she listed briefly, "I shouldn't have pushed it." she apologized. When he didn't respond she picked up a pebble and bounced it on the palm of her good hand and closing her fingers over it. Hastily standing up and clearing her throat before receiving a second thought and decided to just turn away from the awkward silence that she was left to face with, she gave him a quick nod and began to take a step away from him.

"Stop." he said in defeat and from the corner of her eye she saw the pebble tossed harshly against the water. She heard him stand up to join her, his hand briefly touching her upper arm to catch her attention and she turned without further struggle and glanced up at him with an confused expression, "I'm sorry."

The confusion only grew, "About what?"

"For the same thing. I knew it was wrong to ask the question when I knew it would get you angry or upset, especially since it was your past," he said, "And it should be you."

"Me?"

"It should be you to tell your story when you're ready." he finished with a smirk and shook his hair off his eyes. Kim stepped around him with a gentle smile tugging at her mouth and nodding at him, she pushed at his shoulder and shook her head while turning to face the pond.

"What? A star can't apologize without feeling awkward or the need for someone's sympathy." she teased with a good hearty laugh and flicked the pebble on the waters of the pond, frowning as it only sunk to the bottom. There was a deep chuckle behind her and she turned, her eyes flashing with curiosity while she pushed back her golden strands off from her face. Jack had bent, his fingers closing over a pebble before straightening up and showing her the pebble while turning it between the crooks of his fingers.

"I'm a human being, Kim," he chuckled, "Not a robot."

Kim shrugged and crossed her arms stubbornly as Jack gracefully flicked the pebble and expertly bouncing it against the water. She pursed her lips and shifted as he retrieved another one. Jack caught her disheartened expression and tugged at her arms, immediately they fell against her side and he looked at her with a determined face. Pressing the pebble against her good hand before her fingers over it.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" she questioned. He looked over to the pond before back at her, "What? You want me to fail again?"

"No. I want you to try again." he corrected her.

"Well you could have just said that." she said sarcastically and bit down on her lip as Jack grasped the wrist holding the pebble with his other hand pressing down on her shoulder. She gulped nervously as he guided her hand to the proper position and then she realized that she was in Jack's muscular arms, her eyes only landed on his face and her breathing hitched at how handsome he looked.

She looked away slightly and focused on his hand against hers, his fingers loosening her grip on the pebble. Forcing her to bent her knees slightly, she had stumbled to the correct position as Jack drew back her arm and snapping it forward, her fingers losing grip of the pebble. Her eyes watched awestruck as the pebble imitated Jack's perfect throw and she gasped silently.

"I've probably forgotten the steps already." she told him with a small smile. He shot her a warm smile and gave her another pebble and frowning at her bleeding palm. She turned sharply away from his concerned expression and positioned herself and mimicked his throw, this time only bouncing twice. She jumped up and squealed, clapping her hands in victory.

"Well you learn fast." Jack stated.

"Maybe it's because I have a great instructor." she laughed, her eyes meeting his and she looked away sharply and letting out a shaky breath. He cocked an eyebrow at her comment and she mentally smacked her forehead thinking of a good comeback, "Me!" she cried out in a hoarse voice. He rolled his eyes at her but nodded slightly, his fingers brushing against his hair.

"How 'bout we get that palm fixed up?" Jack suggested.

"It was never broken." she retorted.

"Ha. Ha." he responded sarcastically. Shoving his hands back inside his pockets as Kim walked next to him, her lips pulling into a small smile as they fell into comfortable silence, though it may be cheesy Kim found the night rather beautiful, she didn't know if it was the serene surroundings, the quiet creaking from the crickets and the gleaming moonlight and then she glanced next to her, her eyes immediately looked away with a sharp inhale and struggled to breath out as he managed to catch her eye.

"So, where's your little newscast group or whatever those dirty scums with cameras are called." she said sarcastically. He surprised her with a low laugh.

"Paparazzi?" he offered. She rolled her eyes but nodded. "Gone. Well for the meanwhile."

"What? A superstar doesn't love the spotlight?" she said with a slight smirk, Jack rolled his eyes and shot her a sharp look.

"Not when they accuse you of something that could possibly ruin your reputation." Jack stated with pursed lips as they crossed the road.

"You're Hollywood's Golden Boy, Jack," Kim was surprised she finally said his real name, "They should know you better." Jack stopped, his shoulder pressed up against the lamp pole with his arms crossed as he studied her with nothing but amusement. Kim sighed loudly and shot him an annoyed look but he didn't budge. "I'm not playing the guessing game." she told him sternly.

"Why should they know me? They aren't my friends."

"Because you go on those boring interviews with everything revolving around you! They ask and ask and you give, of course they should know you." Kim declared in frustration, Jack removed his eyes from her and instead settled for the moon. She scrunched up her eyebrows at him her stomach turning uneasy as she grew intrigued by the pause.

"They want to know my thoughts, information about anything or everything that I'm doing. Not what I'm interested in, not my past, they aren't my friends because all they want is information about my fame," Jack explained, "It's hard to trust someone knowing that they might be interested in only the Golden Boy." Kim joined him, their shoulders brushing as she rested against the cool metal pole.

"So you're saying...no one knows the true Jack Brewer?" she confirmed. He nodded and barely caught her gaze before he broke it, "You're wrong you know." she pointed out with a lazy smirk and pushed off and tugged him to follow after her. Her golden locks breezing behind her as the cool night time air settled between them, the wind pricked her sensitive skin and began to raise goosebumps.

"Wrong about what?" he chuckled. She merely shrugged, her eyes peeking from under her luscious lashes to rest on the moon before lowering gaze.

"There might be someone that's interested in the true Jack Brewer, they just don't show it." Kim told him as she faced the shop door, she fished out the keys jiggling in the process as she fumbled to try and grasp the correct key. She stuck the key in and turned the knob and entered, immediately she was hit with the familiar scent of the shop. She managed a lazy smile and closed the door behind her after Jack stepped inside and locked it.

A warm hand grasped her cut palm and she drew away sharply as reflexes kicked in and she shot him an accusing look. He raised his hands in surrender, "Just wanted to examine the cut." she narrowed her eyes on him and he coughed awkwardly, "First aid kit?"

"Right wall of the counter table." she uttered in a soft tone, her eyes trailing after his figure as he shot off in the direction. Her eyes studied with an amused smirk as he appeared juggling the kit between his fingers before looking up and sending her a wink, she exhaled sharply at the gesture and fought her cheeks from blushing. He tugged at her wrist gently, she followed without any restraint and slide in a vacant seat but let her eyes stay on Jack who had knelt grasping her injured palm.

"Disinfectant, might hurt." he mumbled gently as he poured the bottle unto a cloth.

"It isn't disinfectant is it doesn't sting." she retorted before she bit her lip from hissing as the cloth came in contact with the cut. She reached out instinctively to grasp his shoulder, he continued dabbing the cloth and spying it. As soon as he was finished, he placed on a bandage and closed the kit, throwing the cloth on the table. She released her grip as he stood up, "Thanks."

He nodded at her and fetched the cloth to place back. "You know," her voice rang out in a gentle tone causing him to snap his head back to examine her, "I think I like the normal Jack Brewer than the famous Jack Brewer." she admitted with a shy smile. He winked at her again, she looked down as her cheek reddened. She scrunched her eyebrows and touched her cheeks in confusion, she shouldn't be feeling this.

He stood there for a minute before turning to face the door, Kim shot up and narrowed her eyes at him. "I should be getting home." he pointed out smoothly, she rolled her eyes but nodded striding forward to catch the door he flung open. As he disappeared into the night, she simply stood there, stunned by her swirling and changing thoughts about him. Dinner had done a lot to change their relationship, the grip on the door tightened and she knew that her dwelling on the past was keeping her back from Jack. Everything felt wrong, the way she was acting towards him, her little angel was gone and the guilt and frustration had laid behind.

"Did you hear!" Grace shrieked happily into Kim's ear, she flinched and pulled away with a annoyed expression, "It's HUGE. Major event of the school year."

"Grace, I think that this whole thing is blowing you off the whole going to Stanford together." Kim stated, in her arms were packed with binders and textbooks. It would save her the trips to her locker and get her the middle row in every class, though her arms were aching she pulled it together to continue up the last pair of stairs. "I mean come on! Wouldn'y you feel awkward if Jack was forced to date you because you won the contest or something?"

Kim was irritated, she believed that Jack was here for the goodness of his heart. It turns out he was here to give himself to random girls for his reputation to grow, she didn't want to be in the same boat as the others. Unfortunately, Grace had entered her in the contest to win a date with Jack, Kim wasn't as annoyed as the last few days. Last night gave her an optimistic side about being around Jack, but she felt like she was betraying the little angel that once held the former Kim. She sucked in a breath as girls gathered around the booth holding the slips of paper and boxes.

"But it's the Jack Brewer! A girl would be crazy not to date him and those muscles." Grace squeaked.

"Then call me crazy." Kim mumbled under her breath, "He's okay. But people tend to forget that Jack is a normal human being." she stated sternly. Grace scoffed playfully and clasped her hands together with a wide grin.

"Who says those kind of junk?" Grace said, "Imagine the headlines, 'Grace O'Doherty Jack's Mystery Women!' it's totally fate!"

"Along with 800 girls in this school, Grace. Then call it fate. I just find it sad that love is being sold instead of being found." Kim shrugged and expertly dodged a flailing around, "And besides if you two break up then imagine this headline, 'Jack Brewer On The Market Once Again!'."

Grace crossed her arms and pouted, "You are so supporting, Kim." she said sarcastically. Then Grace brightened up, twisting her mouth into a mischievous grin, "Because you secretly like Jack!" Kim burst out laughing, almost losing grip of her stuffs and continued laughing until tears collected at the brim of her eyes.

"You wouldn't be laughing is I told you the winner is being announced today!" with that Kim shut her mouth and did her best to contain her giggles, "Oh it's hopeless."

"Oh no, it's hilarious! I'm totally taking a picture of the devastated girl's face with my phone." Kim snorted and eyed Grace. Grace only rolled her eyes but nodded silently agreeing with her. "Here's my class. I'll see you later." she bid a farewell and entered inside the classroom with a groan.

"Come on!" Grace urged and tried to pry Kim away from her locker. Kim had decided to take a fair amount of time placing back her books and thinking about what to bring home, it was killing Grace silently...or not. Grace took the opportunity to shut Kim's locker when Kim had her arms crossed. Kim face her in annoyance, "You are coming with me!" Before Kim could respond, she was dragged alongside with Grace with mutters of disgust as she spotted how crowded the quad was.

With a small podium with a medium sized box laid on the side, she spotted Jack drumming his fingers against his thigh and she almost laughed as he tried to hide his discomfort over the screaming girls and literally throwing themselves on the stage just to touch him. She wished she was next to him saying the most annoying comments to burst his ego, Kim crossed her arms as the school principal sauntered up with a dead expression.

"Alright, settle down." Mrs. Smith groaned into the microphone, "Let's get this over with." Kim silently thanked Mrs. Smith for agreeing on her side on how ridiculous the whole contest was. With a few more introductions, she stood and hovered over the box with a meaningful expression and a microphone on her other hand. "Let's see whose the lucky lady that goes on a date with this marvelous young guy."

With slender and prickly fingertips, she scooped up one tiny slip with crooked folds and edges. She unfolded it slowly, seeming to enjoy the girls's withering impatiently, at last he opened the last fold and straightened out the slip of paper. Her eyes widened in amusement and cleared her throat.

"Well this seems to be fate," Mrs. Smith chuckled ignoring the groans and cries of the crowd, "The lucky lady that goes on a date with this fine gentleman is..."

She waited for Grace's name to be called out. But instead she found herself in the state of shock, with Grace squealing by her side and enveloped her into a tight hug. She couldn't shrug of the heartless and cold glares shot at her. Kim flickered her gaze up, finding Mrs. Smith's amused expression.

It wasn't Grace's name that was called out. Out of all the tiny slips in the box, Kim Crawford's name had been picked and called out.

She would have to go on a date, with Jack Brewer. It was simply fate.

A/N: Well. I know this might be a short chapter and the writing sucks terribly! But I believed Kim's thought is rolling along fine. I don't have any of this story planned out and well let's just continue. I have nothing else to say.

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-Noelle