So. Im not too big a fan of twilight, Edward and Bella annoy me. As do most the vampires. Howevah. Im a huge fan of the wolves, theyre really the only reason i read all four books. Anyhoo the Kim and Jared imprint stories have been done over and over again, but they havent been done MY way, so, here it be. :) . anyways, twilight is stephanie meyers and she can keep edward and bella and the cullens...but id really really like my own jacob. pretty please.
Just Kim
It was something most people stopped doing after sixth grade. Really, who in high school still drew hearts with their crush's initials inside.
Me apparently, Kim thought, staring at the little hearts littering her notes. It was pathetic, the little hearts with J.C. written so carefully inside. After a brief second of staring at the little hearts, Kim shook her head and promptly started covering them up with her pencil. If she, by chance, lost this notebook with the little hearts intact- well, she didn't even want to think that far ahead, because there were only two possible outcomes that she could think of.
One. Kim Connweller would have to leave La Push, or the state of Washington altogether. Never to be seen again.
Two. Kim Connweller would jump off one of the cliffs. Never to be seen again. Actually, if her body washed up on shore, she'd be seen again. Never to be seen alive again.
Neither of the two options really caught Kim's fancy because they both resulted in never being able to see the perfection that was--
An enormous snore brought Kim out of her daydreams. Out of the corner of her eyes, Kim stared at the object of her affections snoozing away in the middle of Mr. Eckheart's lecture. She suppresssed a sigh. He was just too adorable for his own good.
"Mr. Cheveyo," The anal English teacher said, in a gratingly patient voice.
The sleeping youth's head shot up, awake, at having his name called, "I wasn't sleeping." Kim covered her smile with the back of her hand, the sleep was prominent in his voice.
"It's nice to see that my lecture has you paying attention so aptly." He said sarcastically. "If you could be a little more discreet next time."
Snickers erupted within the room.
"Yes, sir." He grinned, then promptly laid his head back down to continue with his nap.
Sometimes Kim wondered why she was so obsessed with him. He showed no interest in school, definitely no interest in further education. He wasn't particularly the nicest person around, rather he acted like people in a lower social standing than he was merely didn't exist. And that was a lot of people, because he was popular. He was athletic, but not on any team. Held no respect for authority.
In truth, there was really nothing all too special about him at all.
Kim looked over to her left to the sleeping boy she'd crushed on for so many years. There really is nothing special about him at all, she thought.
…until he turned his head absentmindedly in his sleep to face in her direction. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at his dark brows, long lashes, straight nose, and thin pink lips. Kim looked a second longer than she should have, then turned back to her notebook.
She knew it was shallow that the reason for her obsession was a beautiful face. But year after year, she'd tried to stop and she'd failed. By habit, Kim picked up her pen and started doodling as her attention wavered. And abruptly stopped when she realized what she was doing.
Inside a little heart, was the name Jared Cheveyo.
Kim scratched it out quickly with a groan.