The Kim and Jared Story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, Stephenie Meyer does.

Kim

I watched him out the corner of my eye again. His beautiful face had my heart speeding up. He was just… perfect.

I was failing English. Thanks to Jared sitting only two sits away from me. But I could never be angry at him for it. I treasured every moment I had close to him and if he could be in all my classes I'd gladly fail all of them.

But alas, he never notices me. However hard I try to make eye contact with him, it's like he sees straight through me. How could he not feel anything for me when I felt this strongly for him? Was it completely one side?

I pulled out a pen and began to write…

Dear diary

I'm still in love. And Jared still hasn't noticed my existence. I'm too nervous to tell him how I feel. All my friends think I should, but that's easy for them to say; they don't have to deal with possible rejection.

I know he's probably not interested but it doesn't stop me from wishing…

Wishing he'd love me back…

Wishing he'd ask me to be his girlfriend…

Wishing we could get married…

Wishing I could spend forever with him…

I sound like some love sick teenager, but somehow it feels stronger then that, more complete, it's just that I can't get his face out of my head, my feelings are so intense that sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode.

I'm seriously in love. I know I am, because I don't just want selfish things; I want his happiness too, even if that means I'm unhappy. I know I could deal with that if I could be sure he wasn't unhappy. I'd do anything for him.

Kim.

The bell for dinner rang loudly and I took one more longing glance at Jared as he left the room

Another boring day at school. All morning I've had to endure Cat's and Lara's endless stream of gossip. But I did realise that all they wanted was a nod and the odd gasp. At least I had English to look forward to. Sometimes I think that if it wasn't for English I wouldn't go to school at all.

I was late. Mr Crawford had all ready started his speech on Chaucer when I pulled open the classroom door. The entire contents of my bag had went flying after some rude kid walked straight into me, now, thanks to the time it had taken to find my scattered belongings and return them to my bag, everyone in the class was staring at me.

"Nice of you to join us, Kim." The teacher gave me a disapproving look "Don't let it happen again. Sit down." He barked.

I nodded and quickly jogged to my seat. A pair of eyes followed me there, a shocked pair of eyes, Jared's eyes.

I looked up at him once I was seated and blushed. He was staring right at me, no… more like ogling. I panicked, this is what I wanted; him to notice me, but now he had I didn't know what to do. I smiled shyly.

He blinked, as if knocked out of a daze and grinned back. My heart missed a beat. I looked away then quickly looked back. He was still staring.

I looked back down at my book, trying and failing to concentrate on what Mr Crawford was saying.

I felt something nudge my elbow. It was a folded piece of paper. I took it and hid my hand under the desk. Eager to see what it said, I unfolded it.

Kim,

Meet me outside this classroom when the bell rings. I'd like to walk you to your next class.

Jared.

I suppressed the need to squeal and looked up, searching for his eyes, I found them and nodded once. He sent me another breathtaking smile before I looked back down at my desk.

The lesson passed by infuriatingly slowly. As if n purpose.

Finally, after what felt like years, the bell signalling the end of the lesson sounded and I shoved everything into my bag as quickly as humanly possible.

I stood outside the classroom, bouncing on the balls of my feet, waiting. I didn't have to wait long. Jared emerged after just a few seconds.

"Hey." H e greeted me, cheerfully and I beamed up at him; was it just me or was getting taller? And broader.

"Hi." I stood there awkwardly.

"What lesson do you have?" he asked casually, unfazed by my awkwardness.

"Erm... Spanish," I answered.

He nodded, "Come on than." He said, smiling. We started to walk and I had to subtly pinch myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. "I suppose you're wondering why I wanted to walk you to class?" I nodded, though really I was to busy marvelling at his beauty to worry about. " it's strange, I know we've always been in the same class but now suddenly it's like I've really seen you and now… I never wanna look away. I think you're very beautiful, Kim." He finished. Seemingly not embarrassed at all.

I supposed I was embarrassed enough for the both of us. He thought I was beautiful?! My face glowed red and I had trouble stringing a sentence together. "I-I'm… well… er… o-okay… thanks." I finished, lamely.

But he was grinning "You're extremely cute when you're nervous. Oh well, here we are." He gestured to my classroom. I nodded vaguely, not wanting to leave him.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"Would you like to go see a movie with me this Saturday?"

I rendered speechless. The boy I'd been secretly to love with for years now was asking me out. "Y-yes, I'd like that very much."

"Great. I'll pick you up at six. Now you'd better go inside, wouldn't want you being late twice in one afternoon." I was too shocked to ask how he'd pick me up when he didn't know where I lived. I just mumbled a dazed goodbye and found my seat inside the classroom.

Today had turned out to be, without a doubt, the best day of my life.

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