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I DON'T OWN KICKIN' IT! EVEN THOUGH I HAVE A REALLY COOL SHIRT THAT SAYS "KICKIN' IT LIKE A NINJA"!

I love that shirt for obvious reasons. Hehehe...

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I'M SUCH A FREAKING SLACKER! (Story of my life. If you want to take your anger out on my lengthy updates, just PM me or yell at me in the reviews. I seriously give you permission to yell at me. Go ahead. I deserve it.)

"Why do I have to go?" My cousin Riker whined. His sister Angel just rolled her eyes.

"Because, you big baby, you're a senior now and it's the biggest dance of the year! Even bigger than prom!" He pouted more. I decided to intervene while wrapping a strand of hair around the curler.

"Do you not like who I set you up with?"

He looked at me sarcastically as only us Crawfords can. "Yes. She is the most charming, funny, charismatic, beautiful girl I have ever met; in three years after I'm almost done with college we are going to get married, have two kids named Bobinette and Charlio and a designer poodle and mastiff mix named Rollo the Great. Especially since I don't even know what she looks like."

"Invite me to the wedding!" I grinned cheekily at him in the mirror. He just ran a hand through his beach-blonde hair in annoyance.

Angel laughed. "Don't feel bad Riker! At least you know what charismatic means! Miracles do happen!" She ignored Riker's glares and sashayed out of the bathroom, yelling at me over her shoulder; "I'm going to get your outfit Kimmy!"

She was gone before I could even yell at her for the name-calling.

Huffing, I went to work curling another stray strand of blonde. Riker hopped onto the cream counter and watched me with his dark blue eyes. "So how are you holding up?"

I looked at him in a moment in disbelief. "Well you just get right to the point, don't ya." I said drily. "How do you even know about that anyway?"

"Celeste."

I snorted. Figures. That girl can never keep her trap shut.

Celeste is my other cousin. My Uncle Drake and Aunt Jasmine have five kids, and most of them have perfect control of the tragedy that is word-vomiting. But their second oldest, Celeste, was cursed with the ability to talk your ear off in ninety seconds or less. Be as that may, I always go to her when I need help with boys. So naturally I told her about Jack.

Not the kissy-kissy part by the rock, I'm not that stupid, but about him leaving. First she screeched in the phone ; "You know Jackson Brewer?! What the heck, what the heck! You've got to let me meet him! I'm dying to go on a date with that big hunk of a man! (In which I intercepted: 'Celeste, he's like three years younger than you... and hunk of a man? What?!' to which she payed no attention whatsoever to.) I can't believe that Jackson Brewer is your Jack! YOUR JACK! EEEEEEEKKKKKKK!" Then she said some other... um... things that I will not say, as it's not really... well appropriate to say in front of a children based audience. Or anyone for that matter.

Now here's where she (finally) gave me the advice; "In my experience, as it is vast and wonderful, if a guy just up and disappears with no explanation to you, then he doesn't deserve your time. Even if he is the amazing hotness that is Jackson Brewer."

Yeah like that helped. IT'S NOT LIKE I WASN'T TRYING TO FORGET HIM BEFORE OR ANYTHING!

I sighed and pulled the last curl off the barrel. Then I hopped up beside him. "It's ok, I guess. At least, I wasn't thinking about him until you brought it up..." I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him and he slowly raised his hands in surrender. That's right Riker Crawford, star quarterback and three-time state championship winner. Be afraid.

Then one of his tan hands flashed out and pulled on my curls, effectively mussing them. "Hey!" I yowled. "It took me forty freaking minutes to do these!" He jumped down and ran away, snickering like a four year old. I huffed and crossed my arms. Boys. Even when you're related to them they're still the stupidest things you'll ever meet.

"Hey, when did you get here?" Jerry yelled over the blaring music. He usually wouldn't be here because he obviously doesn't go to this school (neither do I) but their DJ had flaked last minute and he was the only guy they could find. Currently he's on break, grabbing some salsa and chips.

"Like an hour ago." I said, leaning against the pink plastic table. He raised an eyebrow.

"And..." He said, gesturing with a chip.

"And...?"

"How is it?!"

"Well," I had to actually stop and think about that one. "The music is loud, the punch is horrible, or so I've heard from Grace-"

"It's spiked!" He injected cheerfully, causing my nose to wrinkle in disgust.

"And I'm not too wild about the whole 'pink and blue' theme. Those are not the colors for summer. Maybe Easter."

"But..."

"But... I suppose... that it hasn't been that bad." He grinned at me and I promptly rolled my eyes, grabbing some of the water from a near-by platter. Let's hope it's not vodka.

We stood in silence for a minute until Jerry broke it; "So, Grace is here, huh?"

My eyes flashed to him trying to pull of his poorly thought out I-don't-care-I'm-all-swagger poker-face.

"Yeah, I set her up with my cousin Riker." After a minute I smirked. "Why, does jerry have a little crush?"

His dark brown eyes peered at me under his furrowed eyebrows. "No." He said, crossing his arms like a two year old.

Laughing, I brought my drink up to my lips. But before I could even taste the liquid my cup was jostled from my hand. As I watched it fall and splatter all over the polished wood floor I heard a very familiar voice.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you- Kim?"

I whirled around and felt my eyes widen in shock.

There, looking like a Greek god, (I can say that, we kissed!) was Jackson Richard Brewer. He had a hoodie and aviators on, (probably hiding from his stupid fans), but you know a kid for most of your life and you'll recognize him anywhere. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I knew that they were trained on mine.

It was kind of unnerving.

Jerry walked around me, oblivious to the tension in the air and held his hand out for their signature handshake. Jack finally snapped out of it and they did their weird hand thing and bro-hugged.

I coldly turned back around and loaded a blue plate with random party-food, still keeping an ear on their conversation.

"So dude, why the hoodie?"

"Jerry, really? I mean, really?"

"Ok... Fine. Don't tell me. But why are you here dude? You said that you were leaving for LA yesterday!"

Wait, LA? What?

"Yeah, slight change of plans." He chuckled nervously. "So apparently my agent set up this contest I didn't know about, and someone won it in this school. So I'm singing one of my singles tonight form my album that's coming out next week."

Wait... Singing? I mean, Jack never sings in front of anyone! The chips in my ands were reduced to crumbs. Not even me.

I sighed and spotted Grace and Jessica on the opposite side of the huge gym. After robotically pushing through the crowd I slunk into a seat, a sour expression fixed on my face.

"Woah girl, what's got you all up in a twist?" One elegant black eyebrow arched as Jessica's warm brown eyes examined me. They reminded me of Jack. What, do his freaking eyes run through the family or something?!

I huffed and dropped my face into my hands.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jessica asked, a smirk blooming on her face as I fixed her with my trademark glare.

"What could possibly posses you to say that? And why are you even here?!"

She sighed and dipped a chip into her pile of guacamole. "My dear cousin invited me here." She spat. Her eyes narrowed. "But he ditched me and I haven't found him since. Imagine my surprise when I saw Gracie here!"

Grace had gotten up and was now blatantly flirting with some of Riker's friends. We watched her giggle and twirl her hair for a while.

"Well that's out of character."

"I think she may be a tad drunk." I said.

"Hm. Well that would explain it."

I turned back to my chex mix. "Yeah. Anyway, I saw your idiotic cousin." She flashed back to me.

"How are you?" Her eyes were full of concern. Yeah, so I might have told her about Jack and what happened in the middle of the night... on the rock... with the stars... and the cuddling...

I know what you're thinking. Why would I tell her since she is Jack's cousin and hates him unconditionally? Well, the answer is quite simple really. She nabbed my journal and demanded answers.

Yeah, and used a bit of blackmail.

But that's Jess. That's who she is. A caring, loving, loyal, ornery, touchy, manipulative sixteen year old.

Yep, that's her.

"I'm fine. We said like, two words to each other. Actually, I didn't even talk. I'm fine being another worthless girl in his eyes."

"Don't give me that." She said sharply. "You are not ok with this, and neither am I!" She added as I fixed her with a disbelieving look. "You're just in denial."

I sighed tiredly. "And what am I in denial about again?"

"You like Jack."

I stared at her coldly. She stared right back.

Finally I broke the silence; "Are you insane?!" I screeched. Grace, Riker, and some other idiots from the football stared at me as if a foot had suddenly sprouted from the side of my face. Huffing, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back.

"I've never been insane, per say. I'm just stating facts. No need to go all 'ninja' on me girl."

I frowned and started eating again, throwing sulky glances at Riker, who was still staring at me in confusion.

Jessica's POV

"I'm bored!" I whined, my head lying on the table. We had been sitting here for like an hour, and after playing Angry Birds for a while my phone died.

Kim's tired eyes turned to look at me. "Then why don't you drive home? And take me along with you?"

"Ok, if I could have actually brought my own car, trust me, we would be anywhere but here." I spat. "But no! My mother just had to make me go with that stupid... idiotic! UGH!" My fist slammed onto the table, along with my forehead.

"Yeah, and to think. I actually wanted to come."

"You know, we always could just ditch and, I don't know, walk somewhere else!"

Kim looked at me like I was stupid. "Really? Um, this town is like an hour from Seaford, and twice as big. Plus, I don't know about you but I don't know my way around this place. But if you do, by all means, go!" She started shooing me with her hands. I glared.

Suddenly, Jerry's voice boomed over the speakers; "Ladies and dudes! One very lucky girl," he paused to grab her name from an envelope, "Serena Davies, was the lucky winner! Her name was chosen, along with the song she wanted a sneak preview of from Jack Brewer's debut album 'Running Away'. Serena, come up here please!" He took the microphone away from his face and started clapping, the rest of the student body slowly following. A very nervous-looking brunette practically sprinted onto the stage, grinning widely. Kim snorted.

"Now," Jerry started, directing the girl over to the side of the stage, "Please welcome Jackson Brewer singing 'She Rocks My Heart'!"

The girls, who had not figured out what was going on before, joined the rest of the screaming multitude. My brown haired cousin leaped up from the crowd, shed his sunglasses and hoodie, causing many girls to gasp. (Yeah. So apparently Jack is "ripped" and he looks "hot" when he removes anything from his "totally toned torso". Um... yeah. I never got it either.) He tossed them out into the crowd, where multiple cat-fights broke out.

Then he grinned, ran a hand through his hair, effectively mussing it, (to which I rolled my eyes to), and took the microphone from Jerry after they did they're weird hand shake thing.

"Hey guys, how are you all doing?" He grinned stupidly at the crowd, and then focused on one blonde girl. "I would like to dedicate this song to Ki-" His eyes widened for a moment and his grin wavered. I felt Kim stiffen up beside me. Then Jack seemingly shook himself out of it and resumed smiling idiotically. "Catherine! My co-star from my debut movie, 'Running Out of Lights'!"

Jack took out his hand and helped a very frail blonde onto the stage. She grinned haughtily and wrapped an arm around his waist possessively as the music started. I heard Kim grunt and looked over to see her repeatedly banging her head onto the plastic table.

"Kim..."

She looked up at me; "Bad memories." Then she got up, shoved through the dancing masses, and was lost from my sight.

"Well that concert took long enough." I muttered drily to myself. After an encore Jack had sung like twenty more songs - most weren't even his. So I ended up sitting here. Alone. For like two hours, listening to my cousin woo the entire female population of this stupid polluted town.

And who even knows where Grace is! Probably making out with Riker in a closet or something.

Sigh.

Standing up, I grabbed my black sequined purse and started to weave through the crowd, trying to find Jerry. He lives like a block away from me and maybe, just maybe he'll be ready to go soon and drive me back. I sure hope so, because knowing Jack and his flirting tendencies, he's gonna be here a while.

I finally located the Latino packing up his collection of CDs and his gigantic stereo.

"Hey, you leaving soon?"

He jumped a little and looked up at me, shocked. "You're here too?! Man! I thought it would end with Grace, Kim, and Jack!"

"Yes. I'm here. Big whoop. Now, are you leaving soon?"

"Uh..." He trailed off uncomfortably. "Jack kind of promised to introduce me to some of the girls... so..."

I sighed in annoyance and walked away. So much for that plan. Guess I'll have to wait for Casanova, wherever he may be, to get done kissing or flirting or whatever.

I was just settling back down into my seat when a large hand roughly hauled me up. I spun around and met brown eyes that matched my own.

My eyes narrowed and I shoved at him, trying to yank my arm back to no avail. Dang. I really should've been more serious in karate class instead of taking up dancing as my hobby.

"Where's Kim?" Even though he didn't show it, I could here his voice waver sloppily. It was strange because I had never heard him like this, but I still knew what it meant.

Great. Casanova's drunk.

I sighed. "I don't know. She left me all alone to listen to your torture a few hours ago."

Jack groaned and started angrily muttering under his breath. I could only guess that he was swearing.

Then he started yanking me through the crowd, which was thankfully still thick. Can't have any love-sick fourteen-year-olds thinking that I would steal their precious Jack Brewer from them.

Eventually we got into the school hallway. Jack's tan hand flew to the first knob he found and he quickly pushed me inside. Following after me, he closed the door behind him. Then he let out a huge gust of air.

"What do you mean Kim's gone?!" He said each word slowly.

"I mean, Jackson, that she left. A long time ago. I'd be surprised if she's even still in the building!"

He groaned and started punching the door, leaving a few dents. I'm suprised it doesn't fly open. Then he started tearing the apart the rest of the abandoned classroom. I just sat there calmly in the eye of the storm.

Fiveish minutes later he slunk against the wall, his shoulders shaking. I hesitantly reached out for him, until his face came up and I realized he was laughing.

Yep. The day has finally come. Jackson Richard Brewer has cracked.

I backed away again. I am not going to stand by an insane black belt.

"So when did she leave?" He asked after he got his breath back.

"When you made that fatal mistake with Catherine. You only had one more letter to say Jack. K-I-M. You were missing the freaking M! But no, you just had to ask Catherine up, who all of those stupid gossip shows thinks your dating! I mean really Jack?! What a way to act after you blatantly ignored her after the date!"

"She walked out on me!"

"Yeah, but you freaking deserved it! You never told her you were even doing a movie! Much less that you were a character like that!"

Jack sighed and ran a hand over his face. Then both of his hands clamped my shoulders and he pushed me down into a seat, kneeling down by me. He stared straight into my eyes. "Look, I need you," he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and held it up in front of me, "to give Kim this."

I looked at it suspiciously and narrowed my eyes. "And why in the world would I do that?" It's probably something else that will tear Kim's insides out.

"Because. It - it explains everything that's, well, happened this last year." He sighed and looked down. "And maybe, if everything goes ok, she'll forgive me."

"I doubt it." I hissed.

Jack shoved the note in my hand. "Look Jessica, I don't care what you think. I only care about Kim. So you need to promise me that this will get to her!"

I sighed and crumpled it in my hand. "Fine. I," two of my fingers crossed behind my back, "I promise that Kim will get this."

His anger immediately turned into sunshine and rainbows, a huge grin almost splitting his face. Then he turned and walked out, leaving me in the stupid classroom alone.

I slowly unfolded the note and skimmed through it, my eyes narrowing. She'll never get this note. I shoved it into my purse. I'm not letting her get hurt again.

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