So, this is a one-shot for now. I just want to see what you guys think about it. ;D

Hope you love it,

Twilight? Not mine. ;[

So, Jared Meraz likes cheerleaders. He also likes girls with long hair, brown eyes, nice curves, big ass, and clean finger nails.

I am Kim Marks.

I am in love with a guy that doesn't even know I exist.

You're probably thinking that it started in freshman year, seeing as how I am a Junior and know so much about the kid (I am not a stalker, no matter what anyone says.) but you would be so mistaken. I have known him since six grade, loved him ever since he jumped ontop of me, falling off a swing. Ahh, the memories.

Anyways, back to the point; I am outspoken and decided that if he loves cheerleaders so much that eh, maybe if I would make a cheerleading uniform and wear it to school. It might get me noticed by him. Of course, I had to ask the principal if I could. She agreed, seeing as she was my mother. Whatever, you know?

Okay, so I made a uniform. I didn't want it to look like a uniform, of course, so it was kind of a dress-iform? Yeah, sure. So, it has the school colors and blah, blah, blah. My friend Brook Rae, (yes, that is her first name.) helped me with it, complaining the whole time but whatever. My gay (seriously.) friend, Donovan, is excited to see it today so maybe he will lift my hopes.

"Hey, Donny," I said, kissing his cheek before sitting on the table beside him.

"Oh, I love it!" He said, kissing my cheek back. Some people think that gay friends would be fun to hang out with, but he can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Like one day, I wore a purple shirt with yellow glasses on it and yellow pants; he yelled at me for having black nail polish on.

Black nail polish!

"It doesn't look to much like a uniform, does it?" I asked, messing with the quilted white skirt I had on.

"Not at all!" He yelled, throwing his arms around me. I laughed at my overdramatic friend.

"I just hope he's here today," Brook-Rae said, sitting down beside me. She was a pretty girl; long legs, red hair, big forest-green eyes. Very pretty. One time she told everyone that I got her pregnant. Yeah, stupid huh? Want to know the stupidest thing, though?

They believed it!

Now, we have a kid named Chandler Logan Rae. He is two years old and lives in Seattle.

I swear this town will do anything for gossip.

"So, how long did it take to make this?" Donovin asked looking towards my shirt. It was a low yellow v-neck that said the schools name on it in navy blue colors and a navy tank top underneath.

"About an hour," I said, fixing it to be perfect.

"Where's Camy?" Donovan asked. He was a weird looking one; not being mean. He was pale white with black-grey eyes and pure blond hair. If he wasn't born here, everyone would be mean to him. They already are because he's gay; don't need to add being a paleface to the list.

"Probably getting a ride from Mr. Nasty," I shuddered, thinking of Paul Santoz. He was the school's man whore and was supposedly coming back to school today. Jared was too, though so who knows?

"Oh, here they come," Donovan said, pointing behind me. I looked over and saw Camy walking towards us, Paul and Jared walking right past. I rolled my eyes, knowing already that the plan wouldn't work.

"Hey Cam," Donny said, wrapping his arm in hers.

"Hey Don," Camy rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Oh, cute. Is it for the game?"

"Yes," I said, cutting Don off. Camy was Paul's little sister. They (as in Jared and Paul) were Seniors, making us Juniors; you dont want to be embarassed in front of a Junior. (Camy tells Paul everything.)

"So, does that mean you're coming with me?" Camy asked, to much hope in her eyes for me to turn her down.

"Sure," I stood up and kissed them all goodbye before walking to my locker. I always went to my locker before they did because Jareds' was a few down from mine. I opened my locker, looking in my mirror for preference. The bell rung for first period, causing me to hurriedly get my books before walking towards first period.

I walked around the corner, noting Jared and Paul standing by his locker. When I passed, someone grabbed my ass, making me stop. I turned around to see a smirking Jared and a still-looking-at-my-ass Paul.

Paul lifted his hand, eyes still on my ass, "He has a mind of it's own," he smirked at my ass. I stepped towards him, facing him; causing his eyes to go to my chest. I smiled before grabbing his…'little friend'. I pulled my hand away.

"Sorry, she has a mind of her own," I batted my eyelashes. Jared started laughing at a cussing Paul.

"You bitch-" he looked me straight in the eyes, before them completely glazing over.

"And you're a ass, who has a hurt cock. Next time you think about grabbing my ass, don't," I smiled quickly before walking towards first period.

"Dude, she owned you!" Jared shouted, causing me to blush before walking into class.

Nice to see you too.

Tell me what you think dolls, (:

-Love you all, rayna.