Kick Buttowski Suburban Daredevil Oneshots

Jealousy is a Bitch

It happened once a quarter, the huge tests that marked the end of a period. They didn't always test them though. In classes such as English and Social Studies they tended to have group projects or essays. So, when their Social Studies teacher announced a presentation that would be their final grade of the quarter, Kick wasn't surprised. The real shock was that the teacher was assigning partners and that Kick was assigned to Kendall.
Kick whipped his head around to Gunther after he heard the news. When he locked eyes with the blond he was curious to find a spark of frustration dancing on his features. Jaw locked and teeth clenched, Gunther kept a neutral expression plastered on his face. Kick wasn't so naive as to believe his facade, though, it was rather uncharacteristic of him to be angry. His friend had been a bit more possessive than normal since the kiss they shared in the bathroom a few weeks ago. Kendall had been pushing his buttons as well.
When the brunet pulled his gaze away from Gunther and off to Kendall he grimaced. Her expression was smug and devilish. Kick sighed and turned back to the front of the class. He wasn't happy with the teacher's decision at all. In fact, they couldn't have made a worse choice. Wait, never mind that, Jackie was far worse. She'd, thankfully, left them alone for a few days since the last stunt she'd pulled.
Kick barely listened to the teacher's explanation of the project. He'd ask Gunther about it later when they hung out. Maybe, they could just do the project together anyway. Whatever the case, Kick had absolutely no intention of working with Kendall.
When the bell rang, dismissing students to leave for the day, it was like a blessing. The helmeted child walked with Gunther to grab his skateboard and supplies and left soon after. Or, at least, would've left had Kendall not grabbed the handle of his backpack and kept him from moving. Gunther glanced at her and gave an unimpressed look. Wrenching his bag away, Kick turned back to her.
"What do you want, Kendall?" He asked in an annoyed tone, crossing his arms. She grinned like the Cheshire cat and looked down at him.
"We have to work on the project together, remember? You can come home with me tonight."
Before he could respond, Kick was yanked backwards and pulled towards Kendall's house. He turned his blue eyes to Gunther. His friend had a rather intimidating look on his face, but it wasn't directed towards Kick. Kendall was the target of his disdain.The brunet yelled a small "sorry" as he was dragged around the corner.
Kendall released Kick about a block away from her household. "Since we are spending the next week together working on this project, I have some ground rules."
The helmeted child groaned loudly, "An entire week? No way! I have things to do! As for your rules; don't even bother."
Kendall tutted and shook her head. "You will follow my rules if you want a good grade."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" He mused with a smirk, "This project isn't individually graded. If I get a bad grade you do too."
"Yeah, but this is worth a third of our grade and I have an A+. You on the other hand have a C."
Kick scoffed angrily, "So you're willing to risk your A+ just to get me to spend time with you? No way! And for your information I have a B- not a C."
"Same difference."
They padded on in silence until they reached Kendall's house. The pair stood on the sidewalk for a moment. Kendall wasn't surprised to find that Kick didn't follow her when she took a step towards the door.
"Look," She muttered, crossing her arms, "I am more than happy to do the project for you if you just listen to me and spend an hour at my house everyday this week. Otherwise we're both going to get an F."
A groan escaped the daredevil's lips and he stomped his feet angrily. "You don't understand! I don't want to spend time with you! I can do the project by myself!"
Kendall looked hurt and Kick watched in horror as tears filled her eyes. She tilted her head downward and hid her face. Guilt tugged at Kick's chest as a tear rolled down her cheek. He sighed.
"Fine! I'll spend an hour with you every day until the project is done. I'll do my part and you do yours so we can make this go faster."
Almost immediately, Kendall perked up and opened the door to her house. She held the door for him as he trudged in. They placed all of their supplies on her kitchen table and began working on the project. For the first few minutes Kick examined his surroundings. Everything was just as neat as he expected it to be; nice and boring like Kendall. The lack of chaos annoyed him.
He grabbed the guideline from his backpack and examined it. It had something to do with the Native American tribes. Lots of information regarding how they used to live back then. It was all very tedious.
Nearly thirty minutes of the hour he was spending with Kendall was silent. That was perfectly fine with Kick, except he just couldn't concentrate. Less than one of the four topics he was supposed to write about were done. He'd only been able to piece together a paragraph of useless information. Frustration flooded his veins and he smacked his helmeted head against the wooden table.
Kendall jumped and put down her pencil. "What's wrong?"
"I can't think and I don't understand what I'm writing." He mumbled from around the wood. Slowly he lifted his head to make eye contact with Kendall. A scowl graced his cheeks and showed no sign of leaving. "This is why I do work with Gunther. He helps me comprehend what I learn."
She frowned and stood up. "Well if you just asked me for help I'd help you."
Kick narrowed his eyes. "I don't do help."
"I see. Gunther doesn't offer you help does he?"
"No, he doesn't."
"Well then," She declared, closing her text book. "I won't offer you help either. I will teach you how to do this assignment."
"I hate teachers."
"Stop being difficult!"
A chuckle escaped Kick's lips and he leaned back in his chair. He listened as Kendall explained the information in the book and was able to finish the first of the four topics he is to write about. By the end of the hour Kick had almost finished the second topic. The accomplishment sent a rush of pride flowing through his body.
Kendall waved at him from the doorway as he left her house. As much as he hated to admit it, that study session was kinda fun. Well, as fun as school work can be. He checked his phone for the time; It was five o'clock. They had run over about thirty minutes.
    He gazed up at Gunther's house and felt a twinge of guilt. He hadn't spent much time with his best bud today. Maybe he'd be willing to spend some time with Kick now. After all, they had about four hours until curfew.
    Kick walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times. It was Mrs. Magnuson that answered this time. She smiled down at him, "Are you here to see Gunther?"
    "Yep," Kick said with a sheepish smile, "Is he busy or something?"
    Mrs. Magnuson nodded, "Yes, he is working on that project with another boy, Ronaldo, I think his name was. I'm sure you could join them if you--"
    The brunet shook his head with a disappointed smile, "It's okay, Mrs. Magnuson. I wouldn't want to bother their study sesh. Have a nice night!" He walked away, sending a small wave in her direction. She nodded with a warm smile and shut the door.
    Despondency towards the situation was a given, but Kick knew he deserved it. He had skipped out on their plans in favor of working with Kendall with only a sorry to account for his actions. Kick mentally kicked himself and promised he'd say something to Gunther tomorrow.
    That night, dinner with the family was specifically uneventful. So Kick retired to bed early as he had nothing else to do. Staring up at the ceiling he thought about all the things he had done today. Each happy thought about Kendall pulled at his heartstrings and directed him back towards Gunther. He felt bad about abandoning his friend. Kick told himself that it was fine and Gunther wouldn't be mad at him. He fell asleep thinking about what he'd do tomorrow.
   
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