Disclamier: I don't own any characters besides the ones that aren't in the stories. They all belong to SM.
Today was just another day in my world. I get up as early as I possible can to get out of my house before my mother wakes up. Ever since my father left us, my mother has gotten deeper and deeper into her depression. She drinks because she can't deal with the pain, and I am pretty sure that she is also doing drugs. I can always wish that things will go back to the way how they were, but I know they will never be the same. When she isn't drinking she is fine. She just leaves me the hell alone.
I will always love my mother, but doesn't mean I will ever like her, not like this anyways. I just wish she would get the help she needs, so that way we can become a family again. My home is broken enough as is, it doesn't need to get any worse. "KIM!" Oh shit, she is awake! Why is she awake at 6:00 am? I hear the front door slam. She must of got home from being who knows where. I hear her stumbling in the hallway, and I hear her try to open my door. She must of forgotten that she locked my bedrooom door after dinner lastnight. I get dressed as quickly as I possible can, grab my backpack and I climb out of my bedroom window, as I hear her put the key in the keyhole. Thank the lord we live in a one story house. I hear my bedroom door slam open as I'm at the end of my drive way. She is stumbling all over my room, she pulls my covers back, and shrieks when she realizes I'm not there.
I run until I'm at the end of my street and I know for a fact she will not come outside to find me. She is probably sleeping by now or drinking some more booze. Either way, I'm out of the house, and away from her. I hope to God she doesn't lay a hand on me later today, after I get home from school. I really don't feel like lying about why I got another bruise on me. I have always been pretty klutzy, so my teachers aren't shocked when I come in with some new bruises, but the ones on my neck, shoulders, and a couple of times on my face, they have gotten pretty suspicious and I know for a fact, if I come in with one more bruise, children's aid will be called. I don't want to be want to be taken away from my mother, she might be a drunk but she is still my mother, and I am still holding on, that she will get help. I also don't want to be taken from my bestfriend.
Speaking of my bestfriend, I am climbing into her window as we speak. She sleeps in the basement and the basement window has a lock with a code on it, that only I know. She has a spare bed in her room, always with pillows and blankets on it just in case. I have known Stacey for over 11 years now. She knows almost every secret about me, and I her. I'm pretty sure she knows about my mother abusing me, and has tried to bring it up to me many times, but I always just change the subject. Stacey won't bring anything up for a few days, then she will try again.
I go into her bathroom and get ready for the day. I have a quick shower because I knew Stacey would be getting up any moment. Stacey probably won't be suprised that I am there. She is used to it by now. As I am blow drying my hair I look into the mirror, and I just stare at myself. I have tan skin, which comes with being a Native, a slightly larger nose then most women, but it fits my face perfectly, full pink lips, too full for my liking, long eyelashes that I just adore, that frame my light brown eyes. My eyes are my best feature I think. My hair is just below my shoulders, not to long, and not to short, and easy to maintain. I'm about 5'5, with a nice body I must say. I have decent size breasts, and my hips aren't to big. I'm very average I think.
"Good morning Kim, what time did you show up around?" Stacey yawns as she walks past me in a towel, to get into her walk in shower. "About 6:30 I showed up." At that moment she threw her towel onto the floor, turned the shower on, and poked her head out to say, "Ok, that isn't as early as some mornings. Kim go get some food, my parents had to leave for work early this morning. Go have what you like. Oh, we also have your favourite bagels. Mum picked them up yesterday, and your favourite cream cheese," and with that she got on with her morning routine. Mrs. Pearson is always making sure that they have my favourite food in the house. I am there 90% of the time anways. I make my pretzel bagel with my herb and garlic cream cheese and wait for Stacey to come and make her breakfast.
I'm looking at my bestfriend as she is walking into the kitchen. I couldn't help stare at her. She is only 5'2, and is this fiesty little thing. Growing up many people would pick on her because of her height, but that stopped once she punched out the second boy who made fun of her. She has has light brown hair, that in sun it almost looks dirty blonde, and green eyes. I must admit that she has an amazing body. Stacey works out atleast four times a week, and she has pretty big breasts, which she hates. Says they hurt her back, and she has tan skin, not as dark as mine, but still tan. Stacey is half Native. Her mother is full Native and her father was born and raised in Scotland. He came here for work, he is a doctor, and her mother is a nurse, and they met at the hospital they were working at, and here they are 25 years later, and still together. Stacey has an older sister who is out of the house and has two children of her own. My favourite thing about her, is that when she gets really, really mad, she will speak in Scottish Gaelic.
As we finish getting ready for school, I wonder if my crush is going to be there at all today. He has missed alot of school lately and I am just starting to worry about him. "You think Jared is going to be at school today Kim?" Stacey asks me. It's like she can read my mind. I just strug and say, " I don't know Stace, why got a crush on him?" She just gives me a look. "You my dear bestfriend, know for a fact I do not have a crush on him. You know who I have a crush on and he hasn't been missing any days of school. I get to watch him in history class as much as I want too." I give a quick snort. "That isn't creepy at all is it Stacey?" I got a light punch in the shoulder for that. "Oh come on Kim, like you don't do the exact same thing to Jared everytime you see him." I laugh and don't say a word.
We walk and talk as we make our way to school. Once again, the sun is covered up by clouds, and it looks like it is going to rain again. It rains far to much for my liking around here. Speaking of rain, it is starting to drizzle as we are almost to the front doors. We make it just in time, I hear a big BOOM, and it just starts pouring rain. Some of the students didn't make it, and they come in just drenched from head to toe. One girls' makeup is just running down her face. I really would of thought that all the girls in this school who wear makeup would wear waterproof, but I guess not. We get to our lockers and I say something to Stacey, but she isn't even paying any attention to me. She is just starting at Embry Call. Once she is in the 'Embry Zone' I like to call it, there is no chance of getting her out of it, not until he is around the corner and out of her eye sight. He is flirting with Gracie Redcrow. I can see in Stacey's eyes that she wants to cry, but she never does. Embry Call is the biggest flirt in school, but he never once has ever flirted with Stacey. Heck he has even flirted with me, but I have no interest in him at all.
Stacey didn't talk to me for three days after that, but she soon came around and realized that I had no interest in him, and that he was flirting with me, not the other way around. The bell rings and Stacey just sighs, and I give her a quick hug, and we run off to our first classes of the day. I have art, and Stacey has auto. We text eachother throughout our morning classes, and I just ignore the texts from my mother. I delete them everytime she sends me one. She will get bored of texting me, and/or fall asleep. Lunch time comes around and we stand in line to get our favourite food of the week. Everyday the school does specials, and Fridays are cheese stuffed burgers, or as everyone knows, 'Juicy Lucy.' They are literally to die for. I look forward to this every Friday. Even more delicious when you put bacon on it. I know, it is a heart attack waiting to happen, but it is just so good.
We go and sit at our normal table, in the very back of the cafe, and just start talking about random stuff. Then the topic gets around to boys like it usually does. "Stacey you have to realize that he is just a big flirt. He flirts with anything that moves." "I get that Kim, but he has never once flirted with me. Am I ugly or something? Am I too short for his liking? Not enough Native for him? I'm the only half Native in this whole school." I just sighed at this, because honestly I had no idea what to say. "Who needs him anyways. If I'm not good enough for him, I think I will just go and find someone else." I was going to say something else but she said, "Mike Newton is always checking me whenever I go into Forks. Embry Call can kiss my ass," and with that Stacey got up and threw her garbage away. I don't think she realized how loudly she said that. I watched Embry, watch Stacey, as she walked out the doors, probably to go to the bathroom, then her locker. He had an almost pained look in his eyes. His friend Quil, said something to him, he replied, but he never once took his eyes off the door. Even if I told Stacey any of this, she probably wouldn't believe me.
I get up from the table, just before the bell rings, and go to my locker to get my books for history, and walk into class and sat down in my seat. Stacey came in not to long after I sat down. She sat in the seat next to me. She looked like she went outside, and got caught in alittle bit of rain. There was no sign of Jared Cameron anywhere...once again. Man this class is going to be boring. He is the only thing worth while to look at. When he talks, he is the only person, besides my lovely bestfriend, who I actually listen too. Stacey would kill me if I didn't listen to her. She is so great at history. It is so funny when she corrects the teacher on a few incorrect facts. Let's just say she has had plenty of dententions, and I know she will have plenty more. Embry walks in with Jacob and Quil, and I look at Stacey, and she doesn't even look up from her papers that she was reading. Usually she has a sixth sense on when he is even close by, just like I do when Jared is close by.
Just before Embry sits down, he sneaks a quick glance at Stacey, and sits down in his seat that is right infront of me. Jacob leans over to whisper something quickly to Embry and they both give a small chuckle and look back at Stacey. Is this all a game to them? To see how much they can hurt a girl? I was about to open my mouth to say something, but I stopped and looked at the person who walked in the classroom. My mouth hung open, and my heart sped up. It was Jared! He was back, but he looks so different. He is well over 6 feet tall, his long hair is now super short, and my lord...his muscles have muscles. I actually think I am drooling. Yup, I was actually drooling, but so were most of the other girls. I looked over at Stacey quickly, and her mouth was wide open, and all you heard through the classroom was, "Shit." That made me snap out of it. I was quietly laughing to myself. Stacey looked over at me and I could tell she was laughing as well. Jared went up to our teacher, and collected all the homework that he has missed.
Jared just had his head down, not bothering to look at anyone. He sat in his desk, which is just behind me. I could feel the heat just coming off of him, and his smell, oh how I have missed his smell. It brought a smile to my face. The teacher Mr. Curley, finally got everyones attention on him, and started his lesson for the day. I was just zoning in and out, not really bothering to pay attention at all. I will just get Stacey's notes, heck they are probably better then his anyways. With about 5 minutes until class is over, I heard a pencil snap behind me, and a very quiet "damn it," and then I felt Jared tap me on my shoulder. "Can I borrow a pencil?" Without bothering to look at him, I reached into my pencil case and got a pencil out for him. I couldn't look up at him, because my face was going beat red. I can't believe he actually touched me. I handed it to him, and our hands touched. My whole body felt like I got hit by lightning. I look up at Jared, and I hear him suck in his breath as he looks into my eyes. I feel like he is looking into my soul.
The bell rings, but neither of us notice. We are just too busy starting into eachothers' eyes. In the faint distance I can hear someone clearing their throats. They keep doing it until I feel a quick slap on my back. I wake up from my trance, and I look into Stacey's questioning eyes. I slowly get up and I pack my stuff so I can go to my next class, which is just study hall. I can still feel Jared's eyes on me, and I look back, and I see him packing his stuff up, but he never looks away from. "What the hell was that Kim?" "I have no idea Stace, no idea at all." "Well it looks like someone finally woke up and realized how wonderful you are." "Oh shut it Stace. I probably just had something on my face and he is just to nice to say anything." "Please Kim, you are so in denial. I saw him look at you like he wanted to take you somewhere and never let you out of his sight again." I didn't say a word as I walked into study hall. I could hardly study. I just can't get his face out of my mind. Him, just starting at me. It was like he didn't notice anything else around us, he was only focusing on me.
Stacey has a spare this period. She could go home, but she never does. She usually waits around for me. She is probably in the library right about now. I should be getting a text any minute now. This is what we usually do during this period. I felt my phone vibrate. "Why didn't we just skip this period? "I don't know why we didn't Stace, but I agree with you. We should have" We make plans for the weekend. Sleepover at her house from Saturday night all the way until school starts on Monday morning. Only one more day until the sleepover. I can manage one more night at my house. I hope my mother goes out tonight, so she will leave me alone. I decided I'm going to tell her what happened in history. The Embry/Jacob thing. "Kim , in history, Embry was looking at you, and Jacob leaned over to him, saying something, and they both laughed and looked at you. " I know this is going to hurt her, but I have to tell her. She has every right to know. It was along time before she text me again. "Like I said in the cafe, Embry Call can kiss my ass." I just hope she doesn't go out with Mike Newton. Not that he isn't good looking, he is just a swine.
Study hall ends and I meet Stacey at our lockers. I see that she is texting someone, and I know for a fact that someone isn't me. "Who were you texting?" I ask her as I open up my locker. "Don't worry Kim, it isn't Mike Newton. His name was just the first thing that popped in my head. It is Jason Winters." I stopped pulling my books out of my locker and just looked at her. "The Jason Winters? The one who has been in love with you since the third grade? The one who sends you flowers every Valentine's day? The one who I am pretty sure smells you every single time you walk past him?"
"Yup that Jason Winters. I might as well give him a chance. He messeged me asking me to go on another date with him, and I said yes. I'm meeting him up after school. It is time I get over Embry Call. He has no interest in me at all. I can't keep living in a la la land." I know for a fact she is more saying this to herself. She will never get over Embry Call. She loves him, even if she doesn't realize it herself.
We reach the front doors of the school, and there is Jason Winters in all his glory. There is nothing wrong with Jason. He is smart, funny, and very handsome. He is just obsessed with Stacey, he asks her out atleast 10 times a week. He is standing by his car, and his smile just brightens when he sees her. I give her a quick hug, and wish her good luck. She puts on her best fake smile, and walks to his car. He opens the door for her, and she gives him a slight nod, and she slips into the passenger seat. He closes it gently, and does a very fast walk to his side of the car. He gets in and he pulls out of the student parking lot. Many people were staring at them, but the one that caught my eye was Embry. He looked very pissed off. Quil put a hand on his shoulder, and he just strugged it off. He turned around and stomped off in the opposite direction of Jason and Stacey. Jacob and Quil follow him, shouting his name.
I look around the almost empty parking lot, and I notice one set of eyes. I look into the deep, brown eyes of Jared Cameron. He is standing right beside me, just looking at me. I gave him a small smile, and we just stood there in silence. "So Kim, um you got any plans for tonight?" He said this as he rubbed the back of his neck. I wanted to ask him why he is even paying attention to me now, but I didn't dare ruin this moment. "No Jared...I have no plans for tonight, but I did promise my mom that I would cook tonight, and clean the house before my sleepover tomorrow night." It wasn't a lie. I did have to cook and clean tonight, and if I didn't and she has been drinking all day, I will surely get a beating.
When I said that, he looked very dissapointed. I wish I could of said no, I am free tonight, but I knew I couldn't. "Can I drive you home atleast? It looks like it is going to rain again. Don't want you to get sick and not be able to make your sleepover tomorrow night." I thought on his offer, for what felt like ten minutes, but probably was only for like minute. I nodded my head and said. "Sure." We walked to his car, and he opened the door for me. I smiled at him as I slid into his car. He closed the door very gently, like he was afraid he would break his car if he slammed the door shut. Then walked to his side, and got in the car.
We pulled out of the parking lot, and the only words that were said were me giving him my address. It took about 20 minutes to get to my house. He pulled right infront of my house, and I couldn't tell if my mom was home or not. The car wasn't in the driveway, but that doesn't mean anything. I said thank you to Jared, and he told me anytime I would like a ride home, all I have to do is ask. Before I could get out of the car, he handed me a piece of paper, and told me that he ment what he said. I just nodded my head. As he pulled away, I opened up the paper, and saw that it was his phone number.
I run inside my house, and straight into my room. I jumped on my bed, and I literally pushed my face into my pillow and screamed with joy. After I had my little freak out session, I put his number in my phone. I looked up at my clock on my beside table, and realize that I should get dinner started. I walked quietly out of my room, and into the kitchen. I get dinner started and I go and see if my mother is home. She isn't, and I hope she isn't for the rest of the night. I finish dinner, do the dishes and put the left overs in the fridge. I don't even bother to make a plate for her. If she is hungry, she will just eat from the containers that I leave in the fridge. I clean up the house, lock the door and all the windows, and go and have a quick shower. After my shower I go and do my homework for the rest of the evening. Before I left the bathroom, I grabbed a glass of water and put it on my bedside table, with my toothbrush and toothpaste. I push my dresser and my other side table infront of my door. When I'm done using my desk, I will push it there also.
I wonder how Stacey's date is going. I haven't heard anything from her since we said goodbye at school. Maybe I should message her, but if the date is going good, I don't want to be rude and interrupt it. I'll message her before I go to bed. Should I message Jared? I'm sorta torn on that. My mind keeps saying no, but my heart keeps saying yes. I will message him after I'm done my homework. I spend another 40 minutes on my homework, and then I push my desk infront of my door. I put on sweat pants, socks, a bra and a t-shirt on. I have my backpack with my finished homework, ready to go by the window on my chair, that has a sweater and a jacket on the back of it, and my running shoes are just infront of my chair, ready to be slipped on. I have my duffle bag ready to go also. It is filled with clothes for the weekend. I also have my sack of dirty laundry ready to go also. I do laundry alot at the Pearson household.
I chickened out on messaging Jared. I couldn't text him. Not yet anyways. I text Stacey to see how her date went Jason went. She text me back quickly saying that she will tell me all about it when I see her tomorrow. We said goodnight to one another, and I fell asleep.