Disclaimer: I don't own any character or place other than Ali, Alex Clintron, . And I made up Jared's last name because Mrs. Meyers never mentioned. Bitch. JK, if the name bugs you just tell me and I'll fix it, ok?

I sat down in my usual place at the back of the room and pulled my book and homework out of my bag. I wasn't overly found of English and didn't need to take it anymore but I told the guidance counselor that I planned on doing something that would involve a lot of grammar and sentence structure, like teaching, or writing. I really wanted to do something that involved more action, like archeology or some other kind of scientist.

Another downside to this being the most boring class ever is the fact that the teacher droned on and on in this horrible monotone. He also had to problem with talking anyway though, so you usually couldn't here him over the chatter. Not like I cared, I had learned this stuff over the summer at the university, a special class I had been recommended for.

The only reason that I did want to retake this class was because of him. Sigh. Jared Simon. He didn't care about me. We had been sitting next to each other for months and Jared never even looked my way. It was like I didn't even exist. I really couldn't blame him though, I was plain, and I'd accepted that.

My eyes were to small and my cheekbones to big. My hair was wispy and my face was to round. Being the god he was ,Jared, of course, would never give a damn about some plain girl that took a class she had memorized just to sit by him. He had the most perfect, even skin. And black deep-set eyes that I could never meet without blushing, not that he would notice. His hair was a wonderful black, though most people's hair in La Push was, his was so shinny. I wondered if he conditioned it. Along with his extreme good looks, he had an amazing body. I thought that he had to work out. His arms were slender but muscular, the wiry kind of muscle. They didn't quiet fit with his broad shoulders and pecks that were always tight against his T-shirt, but any flaws in him were something that helped me. I had no chance what so ever if he was perfect. The fact of the matter was that he was so close to perfect that I knew I had to chance anyway. Well, a girl can dream.

"Kim!" my best friend Ali called from the desk next to mine.

"Huh?"

"You were staring into to space again," she said indifferently. All the rest of my friends had gotten used to this by now, they just assumed I was tired, I knew better.

"Thinking of a boy?" she hinted with a knowing smile.

"No," I said to fast with a blush creeping onto my face.

"You were! Who is it?" she said, finally showing some emotion.

"No one, I was thinking about that biology project that's due next week." I was desperate to change the subject. If you want to do this with Ali you just mention an assignment and she'll jabber about how fast she got it done and how well she thinks she did. You gotta love a friend that's easily distracted.

"Oh, I already got it done, do you think he'll care that the paper for it is a bit longer? I know he said two to four pages, but I really had a lot to explain…" she continued to chatter on until the bell rang.

It was right then that I noticed that the desk on the other side of me was still empty. I wondered if he was sick, or maybe just late. He was pretty irresponsible. Still, it made me worry. Not that today was any different from every other day he was absent. I would worry, I would stress, I would sometimes cry (I always blame it on PMS), once I'd even driven by his house to get a glimpse of him laying on the couch, watching TV. It was times like this I was glad for the massive window in his living room. Today felt like a crying day. Maybe I would swing by his house and bring him soup, or something. They always say that the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, or Chuck Norris' fist. No, I couldn't bring him anything. What if he just didn't feel like going to school but was fine, or he had some kind of illness that made him nauseous? He wouldn't want anything then. And even if I knew he had a cold or sinuous infection it would be creepy if I just showed up at his house with some chicken noodle. I'd look like an obsessed stalker. Which I kind of was.

I'm not going to lie. I was very very into him. I had my first name tacked onto him last all over my dairy, in which he was the star in nearly all the entries. If he said anything to me, I would write about it. I needed help.

I wasn't stupid enough to tell my friends though, they would make a big deal about it and someone would tell him, not something that would be helpful right now. I was considering going to some parties and weighting to see if he ever got drunk. When, and if, he ever became intoxicated, I would ask him to dance. After a few songs, I would suggest we go parking (all the while slurring my speech and stumbling a bit incase we would remember this) when we got in my car I would swerved just a bit to make my performance complete, and park on some back rode no one ever went down. Or that dead-end that Charlie and Mark never bothered to check out. After I had parked we commence to the back seat were we would make love like animals all night and in the mourning when I dropped him off we would give me his number and tell me that he wanted me to call him. I would, sigh.

It was sad how I had thins whole fantasy worked out. It was also sad how it involved alcohol. I wasn't a bad person for wanting to take advantage of him like that, I mean, I never would. That's all that it was, a fantasy. I loved him too much to do something like that.

Yes, I loved him. He never spoke to me, but I loved him. I know I sounded like every other teenager on the planet but this was real. I have a way of testing this kind of thing. I would just consider him with someone else, I would be jealous, but I would still be happy if he was happy. I would never try to sabotage a relationship he was happy with. I wouldn't sabotage a relationship he wasn't happy in either, for that matter. I cared for him so much that I was willing to be miserable as long as he was happy. I know that that probably doesn't make sense in your mind, but it does in mine.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Without Jared in school there was no purpose. Even though I didn't see him again until lunch (I had English first hour) I still knew he was in the building and could live off that. When he wasn't at lunch I was heart-broken. He wasn't going to be there. The next two-weeks were much the same. He didn't show up to class and wasn't in the cafeteria. I think I was going crazy because I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't concentrate. I got a B on the bio project me and Ali had been talking about in English that first day Jared was gone. Some people would think that that was a good grade, but for me it was the first B in my entire high school career. My mother was crushed but I did some extra credit and still maintained my perfect GPA. Jared being gone would be the death of me, I swear. If you don't mind my cliché, I don't hear anyone complaining.

Just when I was getting really nervous, he all of a sudden showed up.

I was stapling my homework together when I heard someone slide into the desk to my right. Ali's desk on my other side was empty because she was in Florida (lucky bitch!), which was good because I would be staring at him a lot today, she would notice. I quickly glanced at Jared's desk to make sure it really was him and was surprised to see him looking back. I flushed red.

"Hi," he said smiling, still staring like he had never seen me before. It truth he probably never had.

"Hi," I replied quietly. Good job, that sounded impressive.

"I'm Jared, Jared Simon," he said looking oddly nervous. I was tempted to laugh at his James Bond intro. He was talking to me though, so I wasn't going to make him feel stupid.

"Oh, I'm Kim Brinkley."

The bell rang then, but it didn't stop him from talking to me. I he asked about what he had missed in class but I don't think he really cared, he never had before. After I was done explaining about analogies he asked me about my last name.

"Brinkley, like Christie Brinkley?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Should I know who that is?"

"Oh, I forgot you're an average teenager. She married Billy Joel in the 80's."

"Oh yeah, she was in that commercial with Chuck Norris for that exercise thing,"

That got us talking about Chuck Norris. I was glad I had remembered some of the jokes my older brothers Ben and Chase had been feeding me my whole life. We pretty much just joked and laughed the rest of the class. It was amazingly easy to talk to Jared. I always thought I'd have problems assembling words into sentences, but after a while it was like talking to Ali or my brothers. Except that I was internally jumping up and down in my head.

I just couldn't believe that I was finally doing what I had been dreaming about for years. I was talking to Jared freaking Simon! This was HUGE, like that two thousand pound guy in Mexico, but bigger! What was more is he wasn't just talking to me but he was acting like he was interested.

Maybe he'd just been afraid to talk to me. Not likely. Maybe his brain was inflamed from whatever disease he'd just had. That seemed more reasonable.

I was having the best day of my life when it got better. The bell had rung so I was packing up my stuff when Jared stopped in front of my desk and cleared his throat. For the first time that day he look really truly nervous.

"Hey," he began. "I was wondering if you wanted to sit by me at lunch, you know because I don't really have anyone to talk to…at lunch I mean."

He said all of this a little fast and kept his eyes down.

"Oh, sure!" I'd promised Ali that I'd sit with her today but I think she'd understand.

"Great," he sounded really relieved. "Maybe we could sit over buy Paul and those guys,"

"Paul?" him and Paul had gotten in a huge fight in gym and it ended with Jared sporting a pretty good black eye and Paul needing stitches. They stayed away from each other after that.

"Well, he's a really nice guy after you heal up a bit," he said humorously. I laughed. We could sit next to a psychopath as long as I was next to him.

"What about Alex and them?" Alex Clintron was the football captain and sat with the rest of his jock friends. Him and Jared had been friends since they were kids so Jared hung out with them even though he wasn't on the team. I was fine with not sitting by him. I was under the impression that he just put up with Jared because he had a flat screen and about every channel under the sun. It was common knowledge that Jared's dad could tap into some free cable.

"We're not really friends anymore," he suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"Get tired of him using you for your TV?" I don't know what made me so bold. I knew it was mean to say but I was tired of Jared being taken advantage of like that. I expected him to get mad and tell me that he thought that I should sit by my self at lunch, or something along those lines. I didn't expect him to laugh. Which is exactly what he did.

"Something like that, I'll explain after school," then he added as an after thought, "Your not doing anything, right?"

"No after school's fine,"

"That's good," he looked like something was bothering him. "You don't have a boy friend, right? Because I feel like pulling a classic Quil in the middle of the lunch room," he smiled.

Quil Ateara (the second) had asked out a senior's girlfriend and started this huge fight. I had thought the whole thing was ridiculous because the girl was just a brainless shank. I did envy her looks though.

He walked me to my next class and was waiting to walk me to my next one after that. I actually did pinch myself to make sure that this whole morning was real. It seemed too good to me true.

When I got out of my last morning class I found Jared waiting for me, leaning against the lockers. Now the moment of truth, this is either going to be the best half hour of my life or I will hate myself for messing this up.

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