This is my first ever fanfic! It's really my take on Kim and Jared.

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Chapter 1: Stalker

I sit, and I sit and stare. I stare outside sometimes, and see squirrels mating. I see how the world works, and what makes people tick. Unfortunately, and most important of all, I stare at Jared. Jared, like the rest of the boys at QHS, doesn't even know I exist, not that I want them to notice me – I only have eyes for Jared.

Why would he know I exist? I'm not special; I read for fun and I listen to rock music. Nor is Melanie though, his girlfriend. She's shallow, obnoxious and the resident bike. I don't just say that out of jealousy, she has probably gone through the whole entire student body and her latest conquest is Jared, and sadly he doesn't seem to care, as he isn't after her intellectual capabilities anyway.

"Kim, are you alright?" Miss Jackson asked as polite as ever, who pulled me out of my thoughts and dragged me back to the land of the living. To be honest, I prefer cuckoo land, where anything is possible, and it's not like I fail her class anyway – I do pretty well.

"Yes". I answered.

"Freak" I heard someone whisper, and surprise surprise it was Melanie, like I didn't harbour enough hate for the girl already. It's not my fault she hadn't seen Jared in over two weeks.

Yeah, I'm not a stalker; I only know this because Melanie's sister is my sister's friend and I overheard them talking about it in her room. Yep, I'm a certified stalker. I could probably run workshops: Stalking 101. Make some profit out of it.

Thank God the bell went then; Melanie's whispering was getting to me today because I too was agitated over the sudden disappearance of Jared. Although, I'm certain we don't share the same kind of worry.

Lunch was a haven, we were allowed to leave the school, and I took that liberty lately everyday. Friends were scarce to say the least, and the only one I had: Brittany moved away last month, to Tacoma because her parents couldn't stand to live in La Push any longer.

I spend this time in the only book store within a 6mile radius, which I think is pretty infuriating because there are no places to go to inspire literary minds like mine. But, who am I to complain, at least there's one.

The ride there was routine by now, but today I decided to take the dirt roads there, partly to irritate my dad because he hated seeing my car dirty, but also to be adventurous and deviate from the norm. The road was more of a path, but my car fit fine. I screeched to a halt when someone walked out of the woods, narrowly escaping a life sentence.

DAMN, damn, damn. Jared.

I was confident he hadn't seen me, due to the heavy rain, but I did see him, and he looked angry. I decided the best course of action was to get out of the car and apologize to him for nearly ending his precious life. But by the time I exited my car there was no one to be seen - he had all but disappeared into thin air. Slowly, but surely my brain caught up to me and I remembered that he wasn't wearing a top, and that the clothes he was wearing which consisted only of trousers were torn to pieces. Moreover, he seemed older and taller. Odd. That added to the fact he hadn't come to school for a week, made up for a good mystery.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that it took me a while to realize that I'd been standing there for a good 10 minutes, and the only sounds I could hear were birds and the rustling of leaves. On any other day, I wouldn't have given it a second thought, but Jared's vanishing act had put me on edge, and suddenly random images from my favourite horror movies flashed through my mind. My illogical fear took over my body; I ran to my car and shut the door. To make matters worse, the car wouldn't start.

"Please, God?" I'm not particularly religious, but when I need something, or am in a dire situation, I always find myself reverting back to Him. Whether my prayers are answered is a completely different point.

Fortunately, the car then started, I put my foot on the gas and revved out of the woods, not caring whether I was breaking speed limits. The nearest police office was in Forks and highway patrol rarely came near the reservation.

A swift look at the dashboard showed me it was approaching the end of lunchtime. Great, at this rate I was going to have to eat my lunch in my car, in the school parking lot. Joy. Now the resident 'freak' is eating lunch in her car. This sadly, is what I ended up doing.

The rest of school was uneventful to say the least. The Jared mystery filled my mind, and I found myself mentally compartmentalizing the theories which I had come up with so far. The most plausible were: Jared had decided to live as a nudist, although he is easing himself into it; he had wanted to live in the woods away from civilisation, even though La Push isn't what I'd call over populated, the opposite really; and last but not least he was trying to get himself killed when he walked in front of my car. The last one scared me the most because his existence had woven itself into the fabric of my very being, making it excruciatingly unbearable to imagine a world without him in it, albeit without me.

The mystery allowed me to forget about the trouble at home, but opening the door made everything crash back into my mind, like an uncontrollable tidal wave.

The minute I entered the house, the change in atmosphere was colossal, it was as if a fog had been lifted. For years I've wondered why my parents were together. Why my mum hadn't given him the boot, but miracles happen. Last night was the last straw; she finally mustered up the courage to kick him out. I admire her guts, because it could have been easier to go through the same routine over and over again, like the past 17 years. That would have been the saver option.

"I'm home" I yelled. It echoed back; well at least I liked my own company.

I headed straight for the kitchen and saw the note my mum left:

There's money on the counter, make sure it's not too unhealthy! I'll be home at around 12, so don't wait up for me. Stacy is over at Vicki's.

Love mum

I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 4 – lovely. Now a normal teenager would start calling their friends up and inviting them over, but since this was little old me, I was alone. Funnily enough, this annoyed me today. And, from the looks of it, the house was spotless, so there was no cleaning to partake in, and I had no homework to do.

Out of the blue, I had a stroke of genius. I decided I could investigate 'the Jared mystery' as it would provide me with an activity to focus on. I deftly changed my clothes and took the money. This time, when I took the dirt roads I had a purpose; I was determined to find out what happened to Jared, for his sake, not mine. At least that's what I told myself.

When I reached the spot, I parked the car on the side hidden from immediate view, although I highly doubted that anyone would walk by here, let alone a thief. To my advantage, the rain had stopped an hour back, which would make it easier to follow the trail that his footprints left – easier said than done. The tire tracks were very apparent, yet there were no footprints in sight. I circled the area where I was positive he stood a couple of times; I could still make out my own footprints and I was sure I weighed a lot less than him, especially with his new physique, which I'm sure I didn't imagine. Come to think of it, I could have made the whole episode up – what else could explain the transformation he had made in the span of only two weeks.

I started walking in the direction that I thought I saw him head in, which only lead me deeper into the woods. Luckily, I had a bag of skittles in my pocket, and that provided me with means of getting back – there were enough tales of people getting lost in these woods and never finding their way back. This sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. The density of the woods made it almost impossible to see how much light I was losing, only adding to the tension that my mind was building up for me. Every part of my anatomy told me to go back to the car, drive home and forget what I had seen today. But I couldn't. Curiosity was a strange thing.

By my own estimations, I had been walking for an hour bur I couldn't be sure because I left my phone in the car – smart move. And I had only a couple of skittles left. So far nothing seemed out of the ordinary; although the forest was eerily quiet, even birds seemed to have abandoned their posts – that could only mean one thing: a storm was blowing in. It was time to head back.

A fallen tree provided the ideal location for a quick break, but as soon as I sat down, the full extent of what I was doing hit me. I was alone in the woods, looking for a boy who doesn't even know I exist. I should have been at home, working on my book not in this forest. Anger coursed through my veins; I hastily stood up and almost ran back. Fortunately, due to the skittles finding my way back was easy. Approximately, 5 minutes in, I was forced to stop. It had started to rain heavily by now, and the wind was picking up. I took a look around, and luckily nothing was out of the ordinary. But, when I was about to move, I heard panting. I doubted it was a dog, as no one in their right minds would be taking their pet on a walk in the forest at this time and weather. And strays were few and far between in the reservation.

I scanned around to see where the noise was coming from, but there was nothing. Weird. It must have been a dog, but could it have been that loud. The panting was near to deafening. I broke out into a run - I didn't want to hang around to see who or what it was. The further I ran the more chance my brain had to rationalize the sound. It was a dog, nothing more and nothing less.

Finally, I reached the break in the woods. The sight of my car never brought me so much relieve, but my heart sank just as swiftly when I saw someone standing next to my car.

Heey, hope you like it!

Have already started on chapter 2 !