Kim
My name is Kim Connweller. I'm 17 years old, and I'm a senior at La Push High School. I'm usually known as the "Shy Girl" in school, I was far from being popular. But I still had my group of friends, including my wild best friend, Jennifer Marin.
"Kim? Hello?" I snapped out of my trance, realizing Jennifer had been trying to get my attention the entire time. "Jesus, have you even heard a single thing I said? I said, let's get going. I need my food, I've been starving the entire day." She rolled her eyes, she probably thought I had zoned out on her again as she dragged me to the cafeteria.
She left me to get a table while she skipped off to the lunch line. I sat down at an empty table, unzipping my bag and took out my packed lunch from this morning. I had just unwrapped my turkey sandwich from a bunch of napkins, when I heard someone plop down at my table. I looked up, relieved when I saw that it was only my friend, Andrew. I shouldn't have been so surprised though, nobody except my friends talked to me. No one else bothered to even try to have a conversation with me, no one really cared enough to acknowledge me. I wasn't important enough for anyone to notice me.
"How's it going?" He smiled at me with that smile. It was that type of smile that sent girls swooning over him, head-over-heels crushing on him. I've known Andrew ever since my first year in high school, he was the guy that belonged in the popular crowd, till this day, I still never understood why he bothered to hang out with the rest of us.
"Same as ever," I shrugged, but I wasn't looking at Andrew anymore. My eyes scanned the room, looking around for someone. I was looking for a specific someone, to be exact. My little search stopped when I glanced at the popular table. He was right there, of course. It was where he belonged, right at the popular table. Just like any other Quileute boy, he had his russet skin tone, and chocolate-brown eyes, with his long, black hair.
Jared Cameron.
One of the girls at Jared's table looked up, shooting me a glare. I recognized her as Tiffany, the bitchiest and most popular girl at La Push High School. I quickly looked down to avoid eye contact.
It was bad enough that I wasn't popular for Jared to notice me, or even pretty enough for him to even glance my way, but I certainly didn't need anyone to think of me as a threat. Everybody knew that Jared and Tiffany were the "Golden Couple" around here, they attended every single event together, and they had no problem showing how much they liked each other publicly. I was fine with being shy, that meant I didn't get too much attention and it was just what I wanted. But the last thing I needed was for everyone to know I had a crush on Jared, the moment someone found out, every person in La Push would know. It would be mortifying, and it didn't help that Tiffany would destroy anyone she believed would steal Jared from her.
Andrew shot me a sympathetic smile.
Without turning around to look, he was already well aware about what just happened. He knew me too well. All around me the rest of our friends had already approached the table, they were either eating or they were also shooting me sympathetic looks. It was no surprise to the five of them, they all knew I had a major crush on Jared. I've always did, ever since the first time I saw him when we were in the 9th grade. Beside me, Jennifer quickly shoved her food into her mouth in an unladylike manner. Either she was way more hungry than I had believed, or she was doing that to avoid scolding me about my hopeless crush again.
"Honestly, I don't understand why she doesn't just move on." I heard Serena complain from the other side of the table. "It's pathetic, really. She's freaking obsessed with Jared, he's never even glanced her way, much less knows that she exists."
"Serena!" Miles snapped at her, looking my way. But I didn't really care anymore, I just sat and picked at my sandwich. I really wasn't hungry anymore, I had already lost my appetite. It wasn't my fault I fell for Jared, it's not like I could control who I ended up liking. It just wasn't fair for her to accuse me of that.
"What?" She blinked at him innocently, surprised at his outburst. "I was just saying the truth. It's true, we all know it's true. We all know that I'm right, this is what everyone's thinking, isn't it?"
"That's enough, Serena!" He snapped again. The rest of us remained quiet, looking at anything else but the two of them. It was awkward having them argue right in front of me like I wasn't even here.
She frowned, looking lost for a moment. She kept opening her mouth and closing it again, like she wasn't sure what to say to that. "Whatever, I'm just being honest here. At least I'm brave enough to let her know what I really think. The rest of you are so wrapped around her little finger, treating her like she's so damn innocent, hiding her from what you all really think. I can't believe you chose her side over me!" She shrieked at him, by now, I could feel everyone in the cafeteria staring at our table, wondering what the heck was going on.
"Miles is right, Serena." Jennifer started, shoving her tray of food away. "That's enough. We don't need anymore of your bitchy attitude, and quite frankly, Kim doesn't deserve to have you screaming rude things directed towards her."
Serena rolled her eyes, grabbing her things and left the table. "Oh, by the way," she turned around, directing a harsh glance my way, "she isn't worthy of Jared anyways."
