AN: So, the majority of Kim/Jared fics, while good, are kind of repetitive. Either Kim is the shy outcast, or she's a rock/emo/whatever outcast Why couldn't Kim be just a girl with an attitude and a low bullshit tolerance? So, this one-shot is my version of Jared imprinting on a very different Kim. (That, and I have NO inspiration for my other Kim/Jared fic. It's boring the hell out of me.)

Are You Serious?

I have a crush on Jared Tawa. Yeah, I'm woman enough to admit it. But unfortunately for me, he likes his girls a little more...docile. That's enough to make any girl salty, at the very least a little irritated, right? After he turned me down in tenth grade, I said fuck it. He doesn't see that I am clearly one of the baddest bitches in this school, his loss.

Then came junior year. Jared and I weren't friends by any means, but we were nice enough to each other. We'd been partnered for a few projects, nothing major, so I knew he didn't outright hate my guts. He just wasn't interested in me. Then late fall, early winter, he left school for two weeks. Disappeared without a word to his girlfriend, his friends, not even the teachers knew what was going on.

The main reason I was pissed, was that we had been assigned a huge project to work on in Spanish class, and he dipped before we could even start on it. I may be a self-proclaimed 'badass diva', but even I know that my badassness isn't going to pay bills, or get me off this boring ass reservation. That was going to take good grades and a lot of teachers' ass kissing. Señora Rodriguez told me that since I was so advanced, I could complete the project on my own, or at least until Jared showed back up. She said I could have a few extra days to complete it, thank God.

The first I heard of Jared's reappearance was his very public breakup with his girlfriend Danielle. I had just gotten to my locker, and was talking casually with my friend John when we heard the sound of shrieking. John and I exchanged startled looks and turned to pinpoint the source of the godawful screeching.

"You can't just break up with me, Jared Tawa! What happened to you?"

"Dani, I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry, but I can't do this any more." Jared's deep voice was quiet, but the students in the hallway were quieter. His every word carried perfectly.

"We were perfect before you left! What do you mean you can't do this any more?"

"Dani, I'm sorry. You're making a scene. Please calm down."

Danielle's perfectly made up eyes were watering as she stared up at Jared. Without another word, she spun on her heel and hurried into the girl's room, followed closely by her clones. Jared rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned away. As he did, our eyes met briefly and he looked...well he looked like someone had popped him a good one, directly in his eye. John tugged on my arm. "Yo, what's wrong with Tawa?" He asked quietly, leading me away.

"No fucking clue. So, I'm not crazy?"

"He was eye-fucking you so hard, I almost got pregnant," John said, pursing his lips and giving me a long look. "Something you aren't telling your bestie?"

I laced my arm through his. "Boo, please. You know he doesn't like his girls with any spice." I tossed my hair over my shoulder, glimpsing Jared out the corner of my eye. He was standing in that same spot, watching me. I could feel his eyes on me until I turned the corner.

"I don't care what you say, he was eyeballing you hard."

I shrugged. "Eh. Let's get to homeroom."

I pushed Jared's weird behavior to the back of my mind, at least until Spanish class. Señora Rodriguez was overjoyed to have Jared back, and she motioned him over towards my seat so we could talk about our project. The minute he took his seat, he started staring at me. I busied myself gathering up the information I'd collected, biting my lip to keep from saying something really rude. "So, I decided to do the project on Chile. Is that cool?"

"Whatever you say," Jared said, smiling brightly at me.

I raised an eyebrow. "Okay...well, for the project, I thought I would make some of the food the country is known for, if you want to prepare a visual aid or something. We can split up the speaking portion."

"Okay," he said cheerfully. He rested his chin in his hand and started staring at me. Like full on, barely blinking staring. I put up with it for all of two minutes before my inner bitch came out.

"Is there a particular reason you're staring at me, Tawa?" I asked edgily.

Jared looked completely oblivious to my attitude. "I'm finally seeing how beautiful you are. I was really stupid to not see it before."

Up until that moment, I hadn't been sure how far I could actually open my mouth. Turns out, it's pretty damn far. I closed it with a snap. I managed to snap out, "How about you focus on the project and not how beautiful I am?"

"Only if I can take you out to dinner after the project is finished."

"What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?" I asked, more out of curiosity than spite.

"I'm being optimistic. If you don't, or you've got a boyfriend, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Didn't you just break up with your girlfriend today?"

"Yeah. We weren't right for each other."

"But apparently you think we are?"

"If you let me take you out, I can prove it."

"You know what? If we get an A on this project, you can take me out to dinner. And that's only if."

Jared's cheeks nearly split from his grin, I swear. "Great!"

I rolled my eyes and began sifting through the recipes I had compiled, wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into.