Hey everyone! So this is my first FanFic and I am so excited about it. I've had this idea buzzing around in my head for the longest time and I finally decided to just sit down and write. Although it is based on Kickin' It, some of the characters in this story I have changed and it will definitely be a lot different than what you all are probably used to. It actually reflects my life a little.

Anyways...

Summary: Jack Brewer was never one for the sappy love crap. Love just didn't exist in his book. He refused to believe in it and if by some chance it was real, he promised himself he would NEVER fall in love. That is until he meets Kim Crawford, the sheriff's stubborn, spontaneous, crazy, hell raising daughter. Hold on tight Jack, you're in for a wild ride...

Chapter 1 - Love Has No Name

Jack's POV

[ Prologue ]

Love. What a disgusting word. Such a terrible lie too. I would never understand why anyone ever believed in and fell for its stupid and meaningless definition. Soul mates, true love, being "meant for each other", all of it was a boat load of bullshit. None of it ever lasted. It was all lust and desire for companionship. I would know first hand.

Exhibit A, my parents. Brandi and Nathan Brewer, two people who were supposedly meant to be together forever. Yeah, sure. Enjoy the sex, get married, have two kids, then start fighting over the most ridiculous things like what to have for dinner and what to watch on TV. I've seen these two at each others throats because one forgot to take the trash out or someone forgot to make the bed. Yep, sounds like a real loving freaking relationship to me.

I've never had a girlfriend, never been on a date, and I never want to. Why? Because I've seen what believing in this fake crap does. It tears families apart, makes people do stupid things for someone who actually could really care less if you go jump off a bridge or not, and makes you vulnerable. I, Jackson Andrew Brewer, am anything but vulnerable. Weak is not something I know and will ever know. No girl will ever break this guy. I have a solution for everything.

If I get lonely? I'll get a dog. If I want sex? I'll do it with no strings attached.

But I'm only a junior in high school, and frankly I have no time for it anyways. I have karate, my friends, school, and now I have to play bodyguard to my fourteen year old sister who has suddenly developed an interest in crop tops and lip gloss. So my mind is too busy to be corrupted by good looks and my raging teenage hormones. I have no need for a girl in my life. I have no need for a relationship.

I will never fall in love. Ever.

[ Seaford, California. October 15th, 2012. ]

"No dude, no way. Donna Tobin is way hotter than Kelsey Vargas." Jerry argued. Eddie slammed his hand down on the table they were all sitting at in Falafel Phil's.

"No way! Donna is fake! Kelsey is real." Eddie protested. I rolled my eyes at my two bickering friends. They had been at it for twenty minutes, debating on who the better looking girl was at Seaford High. I had actually done a fairly good job at tuning them out before they demanded for my opinion. I simply shrugged my shoulders and responded with a firm "neither". It may have been a strange concept to the others, but to me it was true. Every girl I had met at Seaford High were all fake in my opinion. I hadn't seen one that still had their natural colored hair or non designer clothing. They were all mean, self centered, spoiled bitches who made it a hobby to back stab each other for the top spot on the pep squad or to gain the attention of the guy they liked. It was all unattractive to me.

"Oh please, Kelsey is faker than Pamela Andersen's boob job!" Jerry shouted. Eddie was about to yell back until I threw my hands up and groaned.

"Will you two give it a rest already? Neither one of them are hot! Ok? They're both fake as Barbie and neither one of them has the respect to date you. So drop it!" I scooted out of the booth and marched out of the restaurant. I walked across the mall over to the Bobby Wasabi dojo. All I wanted to do at this point was hit a few dummies to let my frustration out. Why my friends had to be so obsessed about girls and make it a main priority of theirs to fight about something so stupid angered me. Whatever happened to 'bros before hoes'? Apparently that had lost all of its meaning when a girl actually got involved.

I began beating one of the dummies senseless. I punched and kicked with all my strength. If it had been a real person I was hitting, that person would either be out cold by now or really bruised and bloody. I stopped once I was out of breath and held myself up by leaning on the dummy. Now I was extremely exhausted and actual practice was going to be twice as hard to keep up with.

"Do we really piss you off that much?" I heard Eddie ask. I quickly looked over at the front doors and saw both Eddie and Jerry standing there eying me cautiously. I sighed.

"No. Look you guys, I'm sorry I blew up. You know how much I hate all that crap about who's hotter than who and my parent's divorce is just getting worse. It just gets to me." I said. I walked over to the bench and grabbed a white towel, wiping all the sweat off my face. Eddie walked over and gave me a sympathetic look.

"So it's actually happening? They're divorcing?" He questioned. I nodded as I threw the towel into the basket for dirty gis and other laundry. He placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently.

"I'm sorry man, that's rough." He apologized. I waved it off like it was nothing.

"Nah man, it's all cool. Them divorcing is probably better for everyone. They'll be happier not fighting and I'm sure Rachel will feel better about being home." I replied. I walked over to my locker and pulled out my practice gi. Jerry came over to his and did the same.

"Hey man, my parents are divorced too. You just gotta look on the bright side. Two Christmases, Thanksgivings, birthdays. It all has a positive side to it." He tried reassuring me.

"Yeah Jerry, cause I'm sure that's what Jack cares about." Eddie agreed sarcastically. Jerry smirked.

"Just sayin' man. It could be better if you let it." Jerry gave me a pat on the back before heading to the changing rooms.

"Hey, where's Milton?" Eddie asked now noticing that Milton was absent.

"I think he said something about having to show a new kid around?" I replied unsure. Truth being, I wasn't really listening when he told me where he was going to be. Milton had a habit of spurting off random facts and sometimes listening to how intelligent he was just gave me a headache, so I learned to tune him out.

"Figures. He is the principal's favorite student after all. Him and that massive brain of his." Eddie teased. I laughed.

"Whoooo! Let's get this shizz going people!" Jerry shouted as he jogged into the middle of the practice mats and started break dancing. We stood there and watched him, completely amused by his crazy antics. Soon Rudy came barging into the dojo looking more flustered than usual.

"Stupid Ty and his stupid dojo! Practice is canceled!" Rudy yelled as he walked right past us and into his office making sure to slam the door shut behind him. Jerry immediately stopped dancing and we all exchanged worried and confused glances.

"Should we ask?" Jerry questioned as he came to stand by us. We stared at his office door for a minute before I decided to knock.

"What!" I heard Rudy shout angrily. I slowly opened the door and poked my head in.

"Uh, what's wrong Rudy?" I asked. Rudy motioned for us to come in. We filed into the room and all sat down on the couch across from his desk.

"Ty has decided that I am not a real sensei and he has requested a tournament in two weeks to determine if I am worthy of training you and anyone else in this dojo." Rudy slammed both his fists onto his desk. We flinched at how angry he was. Rudy never got mad, at least not this mad, unless it was something serious.

"But you're a third degree black belt! You passed the test to become a sensei. How are you not a real one?" Eddie exclaimed. Rudy shook his head.

"We haven't had a tournament since Jack moved here, so they haven't seen him do anything. All they remember is we've lost every one before. Ty says that if a sensei can't get his students to pull together and win at least one event, then he's not a sensei at all. My job is on the line now." Rudy looked down at the desk sadly. We looked at each other.

"Then we'll win Rudy. If it's what we have to do then we'll do it." I said encouragingly. Rudy lifted his head and smiled.

"That's great you guys, but there's just one small problem. We need at least five members. We're short one." He sighed. Jerry snapped his fingers together.

"Rudy, you're going to love me! I have a great plan!" Jerry announced excitedly. We all looked at him expectantly.

"We get another member! Whooo!" He cheered. Our smiles faltered. Did I ever mention that Jerry is probably one of the biggest morons in the world? Eddie slapped the back of Jerry's head.

"Thank you Captain Obvious because we didn't already know that." Rudy glared at Jerry. Jerry shrunk back down into the couch.

"We'll get someone Rudy. We promise. But we can't cancel practice. We have to work harder than ever now." I said. They guys nodded in agreement. Rudy clapped his hands together.

"Then we need to get going! Get to it!" He ordered. We all ran back out to the mats pumped. The Black Dragons and their sensei Ty were our biggest rivals. We both shared the mall for the location of our dojos and we were both from Seaford, California. When I first moved here, Ty tried to recruit me after he found out I was a black belt and beat up his best student, Frank. I turned him down though, deciding on the Bobby Wasabi dojo because of the guys and Rudy. The Black Dragons were built on lies and cheating, while the Wasabi Warriors were built on integrity and honesty. I was prepared to take down the Black Dragons at all costs. I would work out until I passed out from exhaustion. I was beat on dummies until my knuckles bled. I would not allow Rudy to lose his job.

Eddie, Jerry and I practiced for three hours straight. We sparred, demolished the practice dummies, and went over our kicks and punches until every move was burned into our brains. Rudy was happy to see us working so hard, but also worried about one of his students missing such an important practice.

"You know I could call Milton and tell him it's an emergency." Eddie suggested. Rudy shook his head.

"Nah. We're done for today anyways. You guys were awesome. Just remember to keep a lookout for another member. See you guys tomorrow." Rudy waved bye to us before going back into his office. We all changed back into our regular clothes and headed back over to Falafel Phil's for a snack before heading home.

"Well guys, I better get home. I'll see you tomorrow." I said as I finished off my last Falafel ball. I stood up from the booth and handed the guys a five dollar bill to cover my meal. They waved at me as I walked out of Phil's and headed home.

This was the part of my day that I hated the most. Going home. It was always the same when I walked through the door. My parents were always fighting about something, no matter how irrational and small it was. My sister was usually home too, which made me even more pissed at my parents. You would think that they would at least control themselves and keep their pathetic issues between each other while their kids were home. I hated the fighting, but it was taking a bigger toll on my sister.

Rachel was only fourteen. She was a sweet girl too, or at least was a sweet girl, until she picked up a big attitude last summer. She was slowly becoming a younger version of Donna Tobin with her midriff baring shirts and her short little mini skirts. I wanted to smack her half the time she was around, but at the same time I couldn't help but love her because it was obvious she was lacking it from our parents.

I finally reached my house and of course the first thing I could hear walking up to the front door was a mixture of yelling and things breaking. My mother had a habit of smashing things when she was angry. I opened the front door and slammed it shut. I stood there for a minute waiting to hear a huge lecture on slamming the door like I usually got, but my parents were in a much more heated argument than usual. They hadn't taken any notice of my presence.

"I am not giving you full custody of my children!" My dad yelled. My mother pointed her finger at him and gave him a threatening glare.

"Yes you will! I will not have you stealing my kids on holidays! I am their mother and I have every right to have full custody of them!" She screamed. I shook my head. Unbelievable.

"I'm their father! I have rights too! How can you act like I had no part in their conception!" My dad threw his arms up. My mother took a plate off the counter and threw it on the ground, shattering it into a dozen pieces.

"You didn't carry them for nine months!"

"It takes two!"

I had enough. I stalked past them making sure to stomp my feet to make my presence known. They didn't notice. I ran up the stairs and went straight to my room, locking the door behind me. I turned on my stereo and turned the volume all the way up. Van Halen was currently playing.

I flopped down on my bed and shut my eyes. I tried to imagine what it would be like without the fighting. It's pretty horrible when you can't even remember the last time your family had a peaceful night at home. I felt my phone vibrate next to me. I unlocked it and read the new text message.

Rachel - Come here.

Now she's demanding me to come to her? Her room is right next to mine and she's too much of a princess to walk three feet over. I groaned as I pushed myself off my bed and threw my phone back onto my pillow. I turned my music down before unlocking my door and walking over to my sister's.

"Open the door lazy ass." I said through the closed door. Five seconds later Rachel opened the door and pulled me in quickly.

"Whoa. Where's the fire? Damn." I rubbed my arm where she had grabbed me. I looked over at her. She had her sweatshirt on with her hood up. She had a strange look of both terror and joy plastered across her face.

"What did you do?" I asked knowing perfectly that that face of hers had been up to something. She smiled as she pulled her hood down. My eyes widened in horror. Our entire family are brunettes, and when I say brunette I mean dark ass brown. So the fact that my sister's long, usually dark hair is now blonde, made my heart almost stop.

"Are you insane!?" I shouted. I stared at her in complete shock. It was like she took a dozen bottles of bleach and poured it all over herself. She giggled.

"Calm down bro. I think it looks good." She said turning to look at herself in the mirror.

"Are you kidding? You look like Malibu Barbie. Do mom and dad know?" I asked. I already knew the answer though, and by the way her face suddenly darkened and her smile fell, I didn't even have to hear it.

"No. But it's not like they'll notice. They're too busy trying to kill each other to pay attention to anything I do." She replied stroking her new hair. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"We have to get your hair back to brown before they notice." I said. She quickly turned around to face me and glared.

"No! I like it! I'm not going to change it just because they wouldn't!" She yelled.

"You did this for their attention, didn't you?" I questioned knowingly. Her gaze fell to the floor.

"They forgot." She whispered.

"Forgot what?" I asked. She looked back up at me, sadness clearly evident in her eyes.

"My dance recital." She answered. I walked over to her and hugged her. This was the third recital they had forgotten, and last time they had promised to be at the next one.

"I just want them to stop." She mumbled into my chest. I stroked her hair and rested my chin on the top of her head.

"I know." I said. She pulled back.

"They're married. They're supposed to be in love. Divorce is never supposed to happen if you truly love the person. Why is this happening?" She looked up at me waiting for me to answer. I was stuck. I didn't even know how to answer. As much as I hated the idea of love, I didn't want to put into my sister's head that it wasn't real and ruin her fantasy of happily ever after. She was too young for that. She'd find out on her own someday. But someday wasn't now.

"Rach, I honestly don't know. I guess they thought they were in love before, but they're just not meant to last forever. They're purpose together was to have us, not to stay together."

"I guess." She hugged me again before breaking away and walking over to her bed. She sat down and gazed out her window.

"Looks like someone's finally moving into the old Madison house." She said. I walked over to where she was sitting and followed her gaze to the house next door. There were two moving vans parked out front and a group of men were carrying pieces of furniture in. It had been years since anyone had lived in the house next to ours. A white Ford Explorer then pulled up and stopped in the driveway. A man stepped out of the driver's seat dressed in a red flannel and a pair of old blue jeans. He stopped to look up at the house for a minute with a smile but then proceeded to walk over to the men who were moving boxes in. The passenger's door then opened and a small blonde girl jumped out. She slammed the car door shut and walked around to the other side, opening the back passenger's door open and hastily grabbing a brown over sized leather bag out. She placed the strap over her shoulder before finally looking up at the house like the man had done. Except she didn't wear a smile. I could tell she wasn't particularly happy.

"Well she's cute." Rachel said. I rolled my eyes.

"What? It's true. You should introduce yourself." She nudged me. I nudged her back.

"No." I replied. I got up from the bed and began walking over to the door.

"Oh come on Jack! What if she was like your one true love? Do you really want to miss out on an opportunity like that? Just ask for her name." She whined.

"She's not Rachel, trust me. Goodnight twerp." I walked out and shut the door behind me. I went back into my room and turned the stereo back on.

What if she was like your one true love? Do you really want to miss out on an opportunity like that?

I shook my head as my sister's voice interrupted my thoughts. If only she knew. That girl was not my one true love, nobody was. I wasn't missing out on any opportunity. It didn't matter what her name was.

Love had no name.

And there you have it. First chapter. I know, pretty slow, but I promise this story is way more interesting than it sounds. Just review and keep looking for updates :)