Hey everyone, I hope you like my first JaredxKim story. I've been working on it for a really long time and have quite a few chapters out. Unlike my other story, this one had a fairly solid plot, which means I will probably be uploading more frequently.
Big hazel eyes, shaped like almonds, stared back at me. My eyes were framed by straight cut bangs, drowned out by large cheek bones, and surrounded with dark, long eyelashes. I sighed, and pulled away from the mirror, throwing my wispy hair into a quick braid. My small stature swam in the thick, grey hoodie I'd donned. I left my room and went into the large, spacious kitchen downstairs. As usual, both of my parents fancy black cars were gone. A half finished mug of coffee was in the sink and bread crumbs on the counter. They had been through here already. I popped my self in two pieces of bread to toast for my normal PB, and banana sandwich.
Opening the fridge, very empty shelves met my eyes, mocking me with the task of filling them. I grabbed the orange juice and took a swig from the carton, not bothering with a glass. My parents would scold me for lack of manners, but they were never around to do so.
Breakfast packed, orange juice finished, and teeth brushed I grabbed my winter coat, and the rain jacket for over top to start the walk to my school from our place. I didn't have a car yet, and I probably never would. My parents never supplied me with things, and I never had it in me to asked.
The screen door shut behind me and my keys jingled in the door. Cold wind whipped my face as the sun started to lighten the sky. It was the middle of January; the sky didn't illuminate until 8:00, that is, if it isn't overcast.
I set off, leaving my large house behind me. Our house was on the very edge of the reservation, in the middle of an acreage. It was an ancient, run down barn when it was originally bought 23 years ago. The original house owners had been quite wealthy, and they bought this old barn and built a house out of it. Now, there was a wrap around porch, large windows, and an extravagant front door, which opened into a very large space. The kitchen was to the left, and a bathroom and the living room to the right.
Between the living room and bathroom, there was a hallway that lead to various rooms and a stair case to the second floor. There are four rooms and two bathrooms on the second floor. Then a hidden stair case up to the attic. I hated it. The house was never warm and it was always empty. The three of us didn't use hardly any of the rooms. Even the living room was barely touched.
The sound of my feet hitting wet gravel and puddles was drowned out once I hit the main road. I ate my breakfast as I walked, not enjoying the damp weather. A vehicle rushed passed me at a fast rate, not slowing down as they passed. I wondered what would happen if I stepped one foot left. Would people swerve to miss me, or would I fade into the background and get hit? Would anyone care to stop for me? I glanced up from under my hood to see the nothingness of my life. I couldn't wait to get out of here. See the sun all the time. Build a place for myself in the world.
My feet hit the solid steps of the school entrance just as the bell went. I picked up my pace not wanting to be late... again. This would be the third time in the past two weeks, and said if I was late to one more lecture he would call my parents. Skipping my locker I made it to the door just as it was about to close. scowled from under his bushy eyebrows and reluctantly let me in. I sat in the back, glad no one took the time to notice my hurried entrance. The sound of gossiping students, filled with clicks of girls all talking about what to wear and hot guys, bombarded my ears. Abby Lance-Stevens had recently done the do with Allen Parker, Thomas had punched the Pokemon obsessed freshman in the face, ect...
The first half of my day was... boring, to say the least. Being the quiet nobody makes one, unintentionally, a listener of every conversation. The only thing mildly exciting was my art class, where called out one of the 'clicky bitchy' girls for picking on Sally-Margret, who sat beside me. The prissy girl threw a fit and stormed out. It almost made me chuckle. She had been bullying Sally-Margret since September.
At lunch, I went to sit out side, in the rain. No one ever came out when it rained, which I liked. I was able to escape the constant unnecessary noise that surrounded me and fogged my brain. My hands were slowly going numb from the cold as I ate my sandwich, sitting on the sidewalk curb, watching the rain splash against the wet pavement and the little streams crawling towards the culvert.
Lunch ended and I went to history, where I sat beside Jared Cameron, who, typically, slept through the whole block. He was dreamy. Having a crush on him since 3rd grade made school worth it. But that, Jared and I, was never going to happen, so I tried not to dwell on it. Instead I focused on note taking and listening to musical voice take the class on a journey through time. It was my favourite class.
During PE, Queen 'bitchy clicky' was back to bother Sally-Margret.
"Oh, my gosh! Guys did you see Sal-Mals A cup bra? I mean, it's no wonder she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. She looks like she's twelve." Rebecca said very, and I mean very, loudly to her friends, and then fake laughed. All of the guys snickered and I saw hurt in Sally's eyes.
Without thinking, feeling a rush of anger, I straightened my back and marched over to Rebecca. There was something boiling in side of me, as if I'd been stung with the anger dwelling inside me.
"Rebecca?" I asked from behind her. She turned and took me in with surprise.
"Uh- hi." She said obviously not knowing my name.
"You are being mean to Sally-Margaret and I think you need to stop." Her laughter filled the room.
"I'm sorry. This doesn't involve you," her voice went from sickly sweet to deadly, "So back off."
"No it doesn't involve me. But bullying isn't a joke, so I think you're the one who should back off." My voice was quiet, but also deadly. I was proud of myself for not stuttering.
Rebecca looked shocked that someone would say that to her, so did all the people around her.
"I'm- I'm not a bully!" She cried out, but all the people who had once been laughing were now awkwardly turning away.
"I was not bullying her!" Rebecca turned to me. Her voice had changed from embarrassed, and desperate, to resentful and strangely confident.
"I wasn't a bully. I can't believe you, calling me a bully. What I said wasn't even that bad-" I cut off her rant. Sick of listening to her.
"Enough Rebecca! I'm sure you have a good reason for doing this. Is it because your insecure, or do you think it makes you look cool, makes you look better? It doesn't. I don't care about what your reason is, if it's making you bully someone you should get help. So stop being a bitch. No one deserves to be picked on." I turned away but felt her grab my shoulder.
There was anger in her eyes, I'd obviously hit a nerve.
"You have no idea how much of a living hell I will make your life." She whispered through clenched teeth. I was the only one who heard. Then with a loud laugh and a fake smile, "You are so funny!". An awkward chuckle came from the crowd, but I shook it off and walked towards Sally-Margaret.
"Are you ok?" She nodded.
"You really didn't have to do that." She said, but a watery smile broke out on her face.
"I know I didn't have to, but she was annoying me. I've been listening to her drama since ninth grade, and I think it's time someone called her out. Besides no one should be bullied."
"Well, thanks, for standing up for me... Kim." Sally-Margret then surprised me and pulled me into a hug. Awkwardly my arms went around her.
"Really it was nothing- I-I just know she's been picking on your lately."
"How do you know that?! I never see you anywhere!" I shrugged, but there was a smile on my face.
Instead of using my spare, the last block of my day, to finish all my assignments, I headed out early, backpack full of textbooks, to started the walk home. I easily slipped into a quick walking rhythm, although my head was killing from Rebecca spiking a volley ball at it. I was home quickly, thanks to the break in the clouds. The house was cold so I grabbed a blanket and used the last of the cocoa powder to make hot chocolate. I finished all my homework by four.
Easing into bed that night, about ten o'clock, I heard my dads slick black hummer pull into the driveway. He and mom worked all the way in Port Angeles. He was a lawyer, and she was a real estate agent. I heard him coming up the stairs, and then my bedroom door quietly opened.
"Kim, are you awake?" As much as I wanted to pretended to be asleep, I didn't.
"Yes, you can come in."
"I got an email from your chemistry teacher today." He said. I could feel myself stiffen. said he wouldn't email my parents if I showed up on time!
"Kim? Did you hear me?"
"Yeah, I heard." He came and sat down on the edge of my bed turning on the lamp light. I sat up to face him, shivering when the cool air hit my body.
"The email said you have been showing up late for class. Kim, is there something you want to tell me? You aren't hanging out with the wrong people are you?"
"No Dad. I've just been sleeping in a little later then usual is all."
"Are you sure?" His voice was laced with doubt.
"Yes, I'm positive." This conversation with my Dad felt awkward. It actually seemed like he cared about my well being, which was unusual.
"Well," Never mind, here it comes, the reason of his concern. "If you're sure. I don't want you to get involved with the wrong people and lose your chance at a scholarship to Harvard university." There it was, the big catch. The only part of my life my parents showed any interest in... my grades. If I didn't get into Harvard I was nothing. They wanted me to be some sort of engineer.
"I'm sure Dad." I tried to give him a reassuring smile, but I could only feel the warm tears in my eyes.
"Ok Kim. Goodnight." He got up from my bed and started to walk away.
"Hey Dad?" He stopped.
"Can I move my room into the attic?" I knew the attic was empty, my parents weren't the kind of people interested in collecting junk. When my Nana was alive, she used to live up there, but mom had taken all if her belongings to the junk yard the day after her funeral.
I heard my Dad let out a long sigh. "I guess you can, but we won't be around to help you."
"That's ok." It's not like you're around for anything else, I thought. "Thanks. Goodnight." My door closed once again.
"Wait,- Dad?"
"What is it Kimberly?" He peeked back in the door, annoyed.
"We are almost out of groceries."
"Oh! Kim you know your mother and I don't always have time to go grocery shopping. I'll leave you a hundred on the counter to get what you need." Then, he was gone.