A/N: Hey guys! Such a long time it has been! Well, here is the last chapter! I must warn you though, this is pretty... visual.
It has been such a great experience writing this story. This story set the record for me, this story gave me the highest number of reviews I have ever received in my entire life. I feel so proud of this story.
I would like to thank all those who were with me since the beginning, like siriusblackrox and uniquemusician. And those of you who followed and favourited and took the time to review.
This is my farewell to this story, I do hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
After Kim's birthday fiasco, both Jack and Kim began to treat each other in a civil manner. They were sparring partners, in the same gang, in the same dojo, in the same Advanced Mathematics class, but never friends, ever since that incident.
They never mentioned it.
They didn't know how it came to be, but they were both on an unspoken agreement never to speak of it, of whatever Kim had done that day.
But today, someone intended to change it.
Kim was on her way home after school. The halls were deserted, with only five people at the most in each hallway she passed. She wore her usual get-up of a polo shirt, a pair of Converse sneakers and skinny jeans. She slung her navy blue coloured bag over her right shoulder and shut her locker closed.
She dragged her legs to walk through the hall and out of the nearest door, when a callous hand caught her left wrist and twist her around.
It was Jack.
Her confused, blue eyes met his warm brown ones. This is their closest proximity, with the exception of their kissing. With the small space just between them, Kim was free to examine his freckles, his face, his eye bags, and his frayed hair. Jack was a feast for the eyes. Screw that thought, he was always a feast for the eyes. She just wished that he could be only hers to look at, not any other girl's. But she knew she couldn't say that out loud.
They blinked in silence for a while, taking in the sight before their eyes. After what seemed to be a decade of staring, Jack cocked his head up and looked around. Seeing that nobody was around, he brusquely pulled Kim's wrist, through the doors of the nearest emergency exit door, up the stairs of the whitewashed walls of the stairwell, their footsteps echoing loudly.
"Jack, where are you taking me?" Kim asked, following the force that pulled on her left wrist. Oh cruel world, what has Kim done that she deserved this...
Jack didn't answer and just kept dragging her up the stairwell, until they arrived at what seemed to be the third floor. Why do emergency exit staircases have to have many steps? Why can't they be fewer like the ones in the halls?
Jack opened the door forcefully, dragging Kim after him. A whiff of air overcame them, and Jack ran with Kim right at his tail.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Kim shrieked, appalled at the sudden sprint. Jack came to sudden full stop, and looked around. Kim shrieked yet again, but this time, she knew better than asking Jack anymore, because he would never answer.
Jack began to slow down, and panted, and his running fading slowly into walking, only with large strides.
They walked quite a distance until Jack finally stopped, and let go of her wrist. They were by the toilets.
The bathrooms were situated across each other. The girls' bathroom was on their left side, and the boys' bathroom opposite of it. Behind the girls' toilet was a secluded corner, where there was a small, unisex staff toilet.
He turned to her, and raised his pointer finger, asking her to wait. Kim found this sign language unusual, but nodded slowly. He began to walk to the staff toilet. He cautiously opened the door to it, and disappeared.
Kim stood there for only a few moments, because Jack came back out, took her wrist carefully with an endearing look on his face, and led her to the staff toilet.
Kim entered the staff toilet, and as soon as the door closed, she began to speak.
"What do you think you're doing Jack-" she began, but at the same time, Jack commanded her in a husky voice, "Don't talk," and took her lips into his.
Jack seemed to have kissed her with so much want and need, repeatedly biting and sucking on her lower lip as if it was some sort of irresistible delight. Which it probably was.
Kim was shocked, to say the least. She didn't know how to react. It has been days since they talked; it's been days since her birthday incident. She probably shouldn't have mocked him; maybe that was the reason why he began to act awkwardly around her. Her head raged: should she kiss him back or not?
"Jack," she mumbled against his lips. Jack pulled away slightly at the sound of his name. "Is there something wrong?" Jack asked, his lips looking swollen. "I'm sorry, I'm just... surprised." Kim apologised, looking away. "No, Kim, don't be sorry," Jack replied. "Kim. Kim, look at me," Jack requested, trying to catch her gaze. "If anyone is supposed to be sorry, it's me. I-I..." he stuttered, hesitating, but he knew he couldn't stop now. "I'm sorry that I stopped talking to you." He finally said.
"I'm sorry I did that to you." Kim replied, contemplating whether she should say it or not, but still, she did.
"There is no need to be sorry," he declared, putting their foreheads together, smiling. "It goes the same for you." She declared as well, putting her hand at the back of his head, pulling him to kiss her. They stayed that way, kissing, for at least a minute or two. They weren't even fighting for dominance, but they moved in synchronisation.
They gasped, pulling away for air. Jack looked at Kim, who looked flustered. He began to ravage her lips again. "I love you," he mumbled against her lips. "I love you too," she replied, her hand on top of his, which was on his waist. Her other arm was encircled around his neck. A silence followed, as they continued on.
It began to get heated, and so Jack pulled away before he believed he would lose control.
Screw that, whenever it came to Kim, he'd always lose control.
He looked at her bright blue eyes, which were full of happiness and love. Unlike the look that radiated from his eyes, which were of lust and want.
He needed her. He needed her and her innocence, her reliability, her friendship.
He needed her to be his.
And he wondered why it took him so long to realise that they were meant for each other.
"Be mine." He breathed, no longer afraid. His love for Kim became his strength to muster these two words. He didn't care if Kim didn't love him back now. All that mattered was that at least he tried, and there's no turning back to rewind his mistake.
In the midst of all his bitter thoughts, Kim spoke, and he swore his life was complete.