This is my first story so feel free to review! I'm doing a little story on Jared and Kim and how they came to be. Hopefully it won't be too long (: Disclaimer: I don't know why I have to add these stupid things but here it goes: I, Californiarolls, declare that I shall not and never will own any of Stephenie Meyer's works, including publications, ongoing stories, etc. I do not own her characters, including that 100 year old fruit cake Edward Cullen. Therefore, I state the obvious.
Kim Pov
The clock kept ticking, and ticking, and ticking. As my eyes followed the minute hand, I could hear the background noise of my history teacher droning on about acceptable behavior in the classroom. He was lecturing us because apparently we had treated the sub badly last week when he was out. I looked back on that perfect Friday with a smile on my face. Jared had stuck tacks on the sub's chair and threw paper airplanes at him through the whole class period. Jared. I sighed blissfully as the thought of him brought his face into my mind. His perfect straight nose and beautifully dark, deep set eyes that always seemed to light up when he smiled. All that encased in beautifully colored copper skin. Jared had been my object of affection (Ok, I admit he was more like my obsession), ever since second grade and he has been the highlight of my life.
I stared out the window taking my eyes off the dreadful clock and watched the fir trees stand against the ugly landscape. The trees are so beautiful. I thought as I watched them stare back at me. A flash of movement from the tree line caught my attention. Weird, I thought to myself. It almost looked like the back side of some sort of animal. Well,this place is prone to bears. I just hope I don't get mauled on my home. I had to take a forest path on my way home, since our house was tuck away in a forest. I've seen a lot of pretty weird things out of my bedroom window, so I just dismissed the idea that it was something more and turned away from the sight of the trees.
"Kim! Can't you hear me when I'm talking to you?" I practically jumped three feet in the air when the teacher shouted at me. "Yes, Mr. Briggs?" I stammered as he glared at me. "Well, since your so content staring out the window, while I'm teaching the importance of respect, you can join me andJared in detention today and write a three page essay on what it means to be respectful.". Oh boy. I thought. How was I going to explain this to my Mom, more importantly how was I suppose to get through a whole session of detention with Jared Cameron. Ugh, I'd probably end up staring at him the whole time, which I don't mind except he'd probably write me off as a creeper. I stared at the back of his head, marveling the outline of his back lined by his tight shirt and my mind wandered to what was beneath.
