There's this girl named Kim. She's a shy girl who has a very low self-asteam, but she doesn't mind. Her life is fabulous as long as Jared's in it. Well as long as she sees him, he doesn't actually have to know who she is. But one day when he does notice her, her life turns for the better. 'He's perfect, there's nothing I would change about him,' she thinks. Little does she know how much she really means to Jared...

I do not own these Characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer.

This story will turn to mature themes part way through it, hence the M rating.

Please enjoy the love story of Jared & Kim, and how they came to be.

Kims POV:

I can't imagine a day without him. My world is him, all about him. Every day I think of him, just everything he does, he does perfectly. Jared Camron. He's beautiful and I've never seen him do something that doesn't work out. Every time I'm near him I get all sweaty and jumpy, it's inevitable. He's got this effect on me that just makes me feel alive. I wish I could thank him for that, but don't want to bother him. That's why I don't talk to him because he must have millions of things to do. He is a really important person. He knows who I am though, we've been in the same classes since elementary school, I'm Kim. Kim Conweller, and in my class we just got assigned new seating partners. And I can't believe I'm sitting next to him, the luck that I get to sit with him for an entire period is all I could ever ask for.

I'm a fan of history class, it's one of my favorite things to learn. The past is just so interesting, to think all those things you learn about in the text books happened so long ago, and we still know about it. It's my favorite class, and I get to share it with Jared. He's pretty good in this class to. Jared's not dumb at all, I'm sure the reason he's not passing is because he just doesn't like the teacher. That's alright though. He's one of those people that you know will succeed no matter what they do. Jared's the type of person that doesn't need to study or do homework because I know that he will have such a bright future. I'm so happy for him too, I hope he has a wonderful life, he deserves it.

'RING' first periods over. That makes the rest of my day suck in a way. I really do love school but I just don't get to see Jared again for the rest of the day other than lunch. With a sigh I head to my locker.

That's when I felt myself crashing to the floor. My hands weren't fast enough, I wiped out pretty hard. I hit my forehead and dropped my books all over the ground. My head was throbbing; there was a pulse going from the back of my brain to the front. It hurt, almost as much as what was going on around me. Almost.

"Watch where you're going you cunt," someone laughed at me.

I ignored the jibes that the people around me kept saying, picked up my books and practically ran to the bathroom.

I got to the stall in the bathroom in no more than 30 seconds after that all happened. I started to cry, I can't handle this every day. Getting bullied was the one part of school that I didn't like. It's not one particular group that treats me this way, it's always random people. I'm just an easy target, no one really remembers me.

'RING' oh crap! I'm late, but I'm never late. What am I supposed to do? I've never been in this situation before. I start to haul myself up off the floor and burst through the stall door and check my face in the mirror.

I always get that slight jab in my stomach when I see a mirror. My face was just not what society calls pretty. My to-wide-cheek-bones, my small eyes and my way-to-big mouth always stared back at me. I had flat brown hair that hung plainly to my shoulders. And my face was plastered with acne. I was to my horror, plain. I don't really deserve complement anyway I suppose. My body wasn't too great either. I had a rather flat chest and huge hips. I sighed; I can't do anything about my looks. I can do something about my marks though.

I quickly wiped away my tears and practically flew to my next class hoping I wouldn't be in trouble with my teacher. I gently opened the door to the classroom and walked to my seat, I got some looks from the people in the room but I ignored them. I sat down in the back of the classroom by myself. Once I got to my seat the teacher looked up, scrunched up his eyebrows but kept on teaching anyway. I was so relived and hurriedly started to take my notes.

After class I slowly walked to the cafeteria behind the other kids that were talking happily with their friends. I tried to ignore the feeling of being left out while I ordered my lunch. I got a salad. I'm trying to eat healthier because I think it will help my hips lose weight; it's not working so far.

I sat down and pulled my new book from the library out of my bag and started to read.

Reading is my best friend, it takes me out of the world I'm in and gives me the life that I'd rather be living. A new story every time. I can't describe the feeling I get while reading, it just distracts me from fantasising about things in life that aren't going to happen. For example, my name being Kim Camron.

I can see Jared eating with his friends, he looks happy. My heart swelled at that thought, good my brain told me. When he's happy so am I.

Even though I can tell he's happy, he's not smiling. Jared never really smiles, he has a serious face but not a serious personality.

It's the end of the day and I'm walking home now, in the rain. Nothing unusual about that in La Push, except that I'm walking on mushy leaves. It's the middle of October and the beginning of my 11th year in school. I'm still 16, in a couple of months I'll be 17. The only difference that will make is that instead of being 16 and walking home in the rain is that I will be 17 and walking home in the rain. I don't have a car, I can't afford one plus I don't think my parents care. Also where would I drive to?

I opened up the front door and hung my coat and took off my shoes. My parents aren't home yet which makes no difference in my eyes. They feed me, pay for my things and let me live in their house. I don't think they like me, they've never shown that they want to spend time to with me. This makes me cry, I always wanted a family that loves me, hell, anyone that would love me.

The one thing that makes me feel love is my journal. I love it, I can tell it everything and I keep no secrets from my journal. It listens to me and never criticises. I spend hours a day writing in there, telling it how my day was and about my feelings. It's like having a best friend, it means the world to me.

After I finished writing in my journal I started on my homework, I get lots of homework. My class always complain about the amount that the teachers lay on us. I'm thrilled when the teachers give us lots of homework because that means I have something to do that day and I won't get bored. Which translates to me not getting sad. Sometimes when I'm sad I do things that most people would make fun of me for. I don't want to be made fun of so I keep this a secret. I like to cut myself, I've only ever told my journal and I plan to keep it that way. I don't need people mocking me more than they already do.

"Supper!" I hear my mom call, and I head down the stairs taking one last look at my room. I love my room, its pink and blue and makes me feel like a princess. There are teddy bears everywhere you look and piles upon piles of books, as well as paints. I feel more protected in my room. I feel like a princess.

When I entered the kitchen I saw that we are having salad with chicken. Yum, I'm starving. I sit down and eat, my parents are talking only to each other because they never know what to say to me. I make them feel awkward, I'm just shy and no matter how hard I try I just can't get over it.

I finished quickly and headed up the stairs to go to bed, sleep was also a great thing. It brought dreams, and dreams usually involved Jared. I smiled, when I think his name I just can't help it. This summer did him a lot of good, he buffed up and became even more handsome. I can't even believe that's possible. He will always be the most beautiful thing in my eyes. I start to drift to sleep thinking of Jared. Jared's face, Jared's laugh, Jared's smile…