What's Ado About Jared

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I would be rich. And I'm not.

Chapter One: Obsessions are fatal

Kim

I drew a final heart around Jared's name and put my pencil down. Sighing, I rubbed my tired eyes.

My long time crush hadn't been to school for two weeks. I was seriously starting to worry about him. Which just goes to show how crazy obsessed I am with him. I was losing sleep over that boy.

Another sigh escaped my lips, but before I could go totally emo, I pulled my sketchbook out. I flipped to an empty page.

Picking my pencil up, I randomly started to draw. I didn't realize what I was drawing until I stopped.

Jared's face.

I was so helpless.

Jared

It was my first day back at school after finding out I could turn into a giant dog, and I hated it.

I hated pretty much everything right now.

Everyone gawked at me, which, unfortunately, made sense. I had grown a good foot, and had suddenly developed a very noticeable six-pack. Also, I was ignoring all my old friends, just like Sam told me too, broke up with my girlfriend, and had to go pretty much everywhere with Paul.

Correction: He had to go pretty much everywhere with me.

So by the time English, my last class before lunch, rolled around, I was so close to phasing it wasn't even funny.

I slammed my books on the desk, and the girl next to me jumped. I snickered to myself.

When class started, she peeked a look at me. I pretended not to notice.

She was doing the same damn thing was everyone else.

Kim

Oh, my god.

I hadn't thought it was possible for him to get any hotter.

His long hair was cropped short, his face more angular and sharp. It had lost it's boyish qualities.

I wanted to draw it so bad.

Half-way through some very embarrassing fantasies, he turned and asked for a pen.

Jared

"Hey, can I borrow a pen?"

I had just now noticed the teacher was writing on the board, and I didn't have anything to write with, so I asked the girl beside me.

She reached in her pencil box to get one and turned to give it to me.

My jaw dropped.

She was beautiful.

Kim

Why was he staring at me?

Did I have something on my face?

I flushed, dropping the pen on his desk quickly, and turned back to face the board. I shook my hair, positioning it to cover my face. I slid my hand down it, and looked at it.

Nothing.

Why the hell was he staring at me, then?

Jared

Every single cord connecting me to reality snapped, the only thing keeping me grounded to earth was her.

I would never give Sam shit about Emily again.

The tiniest bit of my brain that was still working correctly realized that I had just imprinted.

It was so much better than I had thought it would be. She was so beautiful: long, silky black hair, flawless copper skin.

From the glimpse I had had of her face I knew she had large, chocolate brown eyes. They were set deep in a heart-shaped face; she had full, kissable lips and a cute button nose.

I was in love with her, and I didn't even know her name.

Wait, I didn't even know her name!

Shame and self-hate filled me, and I was suddenly desperate to make it up to her.

But first:

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

Kim

I felt tears well up in my eyes. He didn't know my name. Not only had we sat next to each other all year, but we had had at least one class together since kindergarden.

"What did you expect?' I told myself harshly.

Swallowing hard, I turned to him, and muttered, "Kim", really quick.

Jared

The success of knowing her name went down the gutter when I saw the glistening of unshed tears in her eyes.

Why was she sad? What could I do to fix it?

Before I could voice my questions, the teacher caught me staring at my Kim.

"Mr. Thail, please pay attention and stop staring at Miss Conweller."

Kim turned away from me quickly, her cheeks red as she gazed at the desk in front of her. I was oblivious to other classmate's curious glances as I continued to stare. That blush was so adorable!

"Mr. Thail!"

Unwillingly, I dragged my eyes from my Kim. The teacher nodded.

"Thank you.'

When he turned back to the board, my eyes immediately went to my Kim. Her eyes flicked back to the teacher quickly, embarrassed to be caught staring.

Wait. She was staring at me!

A grin grew across my face.

Did she like me?

Oh god, I hope so.

Kim

The smile on his face could only be described as an ear-to-ear grin.

Did he find it funny that I was staring at him?

Was he laughing at me?

'No' I told myself. 'He's too nice for that'

Still…

Thankfully, the bell rang soon, and my torture ended.

Jared

Paul caught me staring at my Kim during lunch.

"What the fuck, man?" he asked, punching me hard on the arm.

My voice went dreamy. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Paul gaped at me for a few seconds, the grabbed my arm and yanked me up, dragging me to the door.

When I realized what he was doing, I fought back. The thought of leaving my Kim, no matter how long, hurt too much to contemplate.

"Stop it Paul!" I hissed, struggling in his grasp.

He got me outside without causing a scene.

"No. We. Are. Seeing. Sam!" he tugged me farther and farther away from my Kim with each word.

My heart broke with every step.

Kim

I saw Paul drag Jared out of the lunchroom, and told myself not to care. The incident in English had taught me a lesson:

My crush (okay, obsession) on Jared was not healthy. It was affecting my sleep, my grades.

It needed to stop. Now.

Sighing, I stood and dumped my lunch in the bin. I wish I had friends, or even just one friend, to help me with this.

A/N: Sorry if it's really pathetic. Should I continue?

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