AN Don't own twilight or any of Stephanie's characters although if I could start a nudest colony with all the boys I would be on that like white on rice.
New Story that i seriously had to write hope everyone enjoys it :)
Also special thanks to JacobLover1994 and ChloeHeartless x that both did an amazing job Betaing this :)
Chapter 1 Dumb ass
Kim Point of View
High school is seriously the silliest thing on the planet.
I am a senior this year, just so ready for this shit to be done with. Sitting in the commons area at one of the round benches, looking at the simple high school clichés and laughing internally at them for not realizing that they are exactly the stereotype people assume teenagers are.
There are the ridiculous cliques, jocks throwing a ball around while the cheerleaders look on with mixed emotions of worship and distaste. While the Gothic kids sat on the opposite side, all in black and nodding while drinking their Starbucks that I know they had to either make at home or put in the paper logo cups or drive an hour and a half to Port Angeles for. Then you have the band geeks practicing their songs and the Mathletes doing their homework; furiously scribbling to see who can finish first.
I watch the petty gossip girls who were, at this moment probably deciding which of their best frenemies were going to get either a mysterious STD or a baby next.
Moreover, my personal favourite, the on again off again relationships. Boys sitting talking to 'the loves of their lives' while some of the girls are crying because their renewed on again relationship was off for at least the fifth time.
Now you may think I'm a cynical bitch and you might right, but honestly don't they see the sheer stupidity? To be 'a literal cliché and not care was just unbelievable. I looked at my watch and chuckled to myself.
In T minus 30 seconds, our big bad men on campus are going to walk in through the main entrance doors and a collective sigh will rise from the female population, as they strut through the commons like models giving their all on the runway.
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...
One and there they are, Jared Hall and Paul Barnow. Smiling at all the pretty, shallow, popular girls and giving fist bumps to their 'homies'. Cue the sigh, nicely done ladies, perfect timing as usual. Now they will sit down in the middle of the area and bask in the pathetic awe and be worshiped for the gods this school thinks they are. I laughed silently and began sketching a new idea for a piece into my sketchpad for my best friend, Rachel's birthday present.
I know I have been ragging on my peer's lack of imagination, but I sadly fall into the pool of a love struck teenage girl when it comes to Jared Hall.I had been in seriously deep like with him since second grade when he complemented my Play Dough penguin, but as we grew we ended up on opposite sides of the high school spectrum. Me, Kimberly Lea Richards; the sarcastic, semi-bitchy artist and of course the popular, horn dog BMOC Jared Andrew Hall.
Luckily, I could contain myself well enough to not appear as if I was in love with the boy. It also helped that as of right this moment he had slutty girls hanging off his tip like he was Jesus... or Tyler Connolly. (What can I say I love Theory of a Deadman.)
Lizzie and Melody my two school friends and lesbians extraordinaire came to my table and looked at the piece I was drawing.
"Wow, Kimster, I'm diggin' the flow of it. Very primal. I like the almost animalistic twist of it, is it Rach's birthday gift?" Lizzie asked as she studied my sketch with a tilted head her rainbow dyed hair fell into her grey eyes.
"Yep, I was thinking about R.R and decided to do it in red, with some orange, black and yellow highlights, what do you think?" I replied as I studied the drawing it did not look too bad for being a rough draft, if I do say so myself.
"Very cool. Rachel Rage is something to be terrified of, I get it," Melody said with a nod of appreciation as her blonde curls bounced insynchronisation. I nodded; glad they had confirmed my feelings on it. I would start the piece as soon as I got home and into my glasshouse.
The first bell rang and I got up to go to my locker on the second floor. La Push High was three stories high that had been built on a very tiny piece of land, forcing the school to go up rather than out.
I waved goodbye to the girls and started up the steps.
Dropping my messenger bag on the floor, I put in my homework from the day before and grabbed the books for my English class. English was my third favourite class, right after Sculpture and Art Appreciation, which I loved only on the basis of the curriculum content. Now, I'm not a huge fan of Shakespeare, I'll be the first to admit but I do sit next to Jared which makes it my third favourite. Sad but true.
I got to class, sitting down on to my seat and extracting my copy of Julius Caesar and my notebook from my bag,and began to doodle a bouquet of Stargazer Lilies with my pink gel pen making them seem to sway in a tropical breeze.
I heard the desk next to me, scoot back which caused me to automatically look over and to see Jared plopping into the chair. He nodded his head at me then laid his head down on his arms on top of the desk which was odd because usually he would flirt with Bethany Sawyer; who was shooting him 'flirtatious' glances which really just made her look like a constipated deer, who had a slice of bark stuck in her eye.
Paul, Jared's slightly scary and mostly bad ass minion took his place in front of him looking a bit sick and began to make a fist and then released it, then repeated the cycle over and over again as if it was a compulsion. I threw one last look at Jared and noticed he was turning green around the gills, which made him only slightly less attractive. Every day I gave myself; two glances at him that were strictly unnecessary per Rachel's advice to keep my sad little teenage girl crush a secret.
Mr. Beatie walked in with a pile of paperwork, setting on his desk before asking the class to settle down when the bell rang a minute later. He began his boring diatribe about something I wasn't paying attention to butthen suddenly stopped, which was oddenough for him to make me look up from my growing garden of lilies and frangipanis.
"Yes, Mr. Hall?" He asked in his grating voice. Why he would become a teacher when he obviously disliked students was beyond me.
"Can I go to the nurse's office?" Jared asked in a husky whisper.
Beatie nodded his head and gave him and Paul passes to leave the class, because apparently they were both feeling shitty, then continuedon with his completely uninteresting lecture, until the bell rang, giving us the days homework. I made my way to my sculpting class anticipating the excitement of getting lost in the clay.
As the school bell rang announcing another end to a mostly dull day, I happily left the school grounds and began walking home. My family is one of the richest, who live on the reservation because a few years ago, my mom won the lottery. No joke, she literally won the lottery and after dealing with thetaxes she had about 10 million dollars left over , which was pretty awesome because last year she decided to let me go to Italy to learn about glass work and then built me my own glass house to encourage my passion. My mom is an amazing woman.
I looked at my sketchpad the entire way home, planning my moves in my head to giveit life.
I got to my house and ran upstairs to put on my jeans and tank top and then I ran back outside the need to start my piece buzzing through my veins like a natural high.
As I worked the glass, I zoned out, doing everything to make the glass come alive. Blowing when necessary, turning the pipe constantly until I came out of my art induced haze and had the finished piece on the end of my pipe. Knocking it off my punti and placing it into the annealer for it to slowly cool, I removed my gloves and walked into the house, seeing that it was past eight and dinner was sure to be ready.
Mom was standing at the stove putting finishing touches on the sauce she was making when she saw me and smiled.
"How is my beautiful baby girl today? Did you make something amazing, sweetie?" She asked as she continued to stir the pot with a wooden spoon. I don't know how she said that beautiful bit without laughing her ass off since I was in ratty jeans, and a tank top that was clinging to me from the sweat thanks to my furnace and the low ventilation I had to work in, so the glass wouldn't cool too quickly.
"I'm fine, Mama, how are you?" Ok, so I totally change when I am with my mom. The woman is understanding and loving which honestly makes it hard to be overly sarcastic. I mean she won the lottery and instead of just lounging around the house, she started a restaurant on the rez and has a display case there full of my work, and after a eight hour day she comes home with a smile on her face and makes dinner.
"Oh good, your aunt called today, apparently your cousin is pregnant again with a different man's baby and is worried that her boyfriend is going to find out and leave her again like he did the first time," she replied nonchalantly like it happened every day. I laughed, God my cousin Candy is such a skank, and my aunt Lisa literally can't see past her crooked up nose to see what a total disaster her kid is. If ever there was a Maury and Jerry Springer hibrid show they would be the first and best on it.
"That's good mom. So is Benjamin coming over today?" I asked with a waggle of my eyebrows.
Ben is practically my mom's boyfriend. I say practically because they are literally in love but won't admit it to each other. Ben is mom's accountant and has been coming over to our house for years now and they still haven't taken the lunge to get together. It's cute in a gross old- people- in- love way.
Mom blushed (see adorable) and nodded her head. She pushed her straight chocolate hair behind her ear and whipped her hands on her frilly pink apron.
I gave her petite 5'3'' frame a hug practically engulfing her with my own 5'8'' and smiled at her. She patted my cheek and turned my body towards the doorway turning back to her stove top. I smiled even bigger and then went up the stairs to change and shower.
It had been mom and me since I was five because my dad left us for his secretary; who was preggo with his bastard. He now lives in Texas and has given Colleen three more kids. It's retarded, he often tries to borrow money from Mom to pay for his kids, whom I have met a few times and they make snide comments about divorce to me. Also everytime I'm there Colleen tries to make me call her Mommy which even thinking about makes me gag and bile raise from my throat into my mouth.
Climbing into my personal shower, I lathered up my sticky skin with my sweet pea body wash and felt the tension in my shoulders from working ease from me, leaving a soothing calm on the outside that matched my insides, after I got art from my head into my hands I always felt an overwhelming sense of pride and peace.
After washing and conditioning my hair, I stepped out of the shower and moved into my room taking the towel from my body and wrapping my hair in it as I looked in the closet for an outfit to wear. Sliding on the torn jeans and Peace is the bomb t-shirt, I checked the mirror and tilted my head observing myself.
I had wavy ebony hair that went down to the top of my rib cage. A body firmed from the heat and weight of working on my glass and my stylish semi-emo looking glasses which were black with blue edges. My eyes were a deep brown and my lips were full. Nevertheless, I had large hips and large breasts that I couldn't seem to tone down anymore than they were. Shrugging, I headed down to the dining room, catching Mom and Ben giving each other love sick puppy dog looks.
I chuckled silently to myself and took my seat, kitty corner to them. Waiting for the love fest to end and to be acknowledged, I leaned back in my seat and watched them smile at one another. I wish I could just get them to stop the bashful bit and get together. Something to discuss with Rach later.
"How's kicks, Ben?" I said in an amused tone.
Ben is a tall man who is actually rather handsome. He has blue eyes and black hair that constantly seems to be falling into his eyes. He was built like a weight lifter, which is weird considering his job. And he was so obviously in love with Mom that it made my teeth ache with the sweetness of it. When I was, ten Ben had actually come to my school for parent day because mom couldn't get the time off. He was amazing and the closest thing to a father that I could ever remember having.
Ben disengaged his eyes from my mom as she blushed and smiled at me, "Hey Kimmy-Cobra, I'm fine kicks are giggles," He replied with our usual greeting. It's weird,but I have known the man since I was eight, so yeah.
We all ate together, laughing and chatting amicably, when the phone rang. I excused myself to go answer it and leave the love birds alone for a glass of wine.
"Yellow submarine?" I answered after looking at the caller id.
"What is going on Kimtastic?" Rachel replied.
Rachel Black had been my best friend since I was six and she was eight. We had bonded after she had kicked a boy's ass (Paul Barnow), when he made me cry in the playground. She was two years older than me and went to college in Seattle, which I made trips to nearly every weekend just to see her. We were more sisters than friends. After her mom had passed away, she, her sister. who lives in Hawaii now, and their little brother, Jacobwould come over to my house for some motherly love and mom couldn't have been happier to smother them in it.
"Not much chickadee, just finished your birthday present," I sang into the receiver. I heard an excited shriek on the other end that made me pull the phone from my ear.
Rach was my biggest fan when it came to my glass-work and had even gotten me to sell some of my pieces at an art gallery. She was also the one who had really talked mom into sending me to Europe to learn the skills that I needed. Her dorm room had pieces of my art everywhere; I loved the girl to death.
"Yay! Are you coming up that weekend then?" She said excitedly and I could practically see her bouncing up and down. Rach was the best kind of friend to have. She dealt with my craziness and told me the truth, no matter how hard. She cried when I cried, got angry on my behalf and still could make me laugh until I had a stitch in my side.
"You bet bitch, I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied happily, a huge smile in my voice and on my face. We talked for an hour, about our respective days and told jokes to one another, I told her about Mom and Ben and she agreed that we would come up with a top secret plan to get them together, which she dubbed The Old People Love Mission or OPLM (I laughed at that bit).
After I hung up, I went to my room and climbed into bed, turning on my iPod, letting Mr. Connolly lull me and going to sleep seeing Jared's face, as I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment.
I arrived at school the next day and heard a rumour about one girl who was pregnant and was probably going to give her kid genital warts. Yay for high school. I looked at my watch and waited for Jared and Paul to saunter through the front door, as I did every day for the past three years, but today that had changed.
They didn't.
It had been two weeks and three days since I had seen Jared and that shit was unacceptable, because since I was constantly in a state of depression; all of my artwork followed suit. Yesterday, I made a piece so disheartening that it would probably make the person who bought it slit their wrists and that shit wasn't kosher because I was not Van Gogh and if I chopped my ear off in sadness I was gonna be pissed.
Lizzie and Melody had noticed my funky mood and just chalked it up to an artistic tantrum and were ignoring it, which was good because they had no idea about my slight obsession with one sexy Native American who was probably dead somewhere getting necrophilia raped by a crack head. Why was no one else panicking about that highly probable situation?
Sulking at my table, doodling skeletons, which were oddly attractive as far as a pile of bones, go, I heard a hush and then an explosion of conversation start up. I raised my head to see what disturbed the student population and felt my jaw drop.
Guess the necrophiliac crack head theory wasn't correct after all.
Jared and Paul were back and they were fucking huge! Like seriously they each had to be 6'6'' respectively and had more muscle then a Mr. Universe competition. Damn... just damn. And both of their heads had been shaved, which I rather liked. I mean I liked long haired Jared but I also like the new Jared. There was a slight air of menace surrounding him as he strode in.
I stared wide-eyed as they started up the stairs with their heads down not saying anything to their groupies, which was odd enough in itself.
"If I didn't love VA jay jay so much, I would ride that until the cows came home," Lizzie whispered. Melody gave her a faux hurt look then burst out laughing and nodding her head muttering VA jay jay and idiot under her breath.
I laughed at their silliness and turned to a new page in my notebook drawing decorative stars and hearts, my depression was over.
I walked into class, a smile on my face (which is sad since the boy barely acknowledges me) and sat down at my desk, deciding that I could up my Jared glances to five today since he had been gone for so long. I mean I give myself two a class, per Rachel's wise advice and he had been gone for like 20 glances! He was honestly getting off easily.
He and Paul walked in, heads still down. Hmm, they looked sad and somewhat pissed, probably about the whispering they had incited.
They each took their seats and then Beatie walked in, silencing the class as he does every single time, with his patronising shh-ing and the condescending patting of thin air as if he were patting a dog.
"Alright, everyone... POPQUIZ!" The man is an idiot - who the hell, gets excited about a pop quiz? Dork.
I heard a murmured shit beside me and mentally shrugged it off, as Beatie began writing the questions on the board telling us to pull out writing utensils and paper.
"PST, hey can I borrow a piece of paper?" I heard whispered beside me.
I looked up and saw Jared digging through his backpack. I was assuming he asked me so, I tore off a sheet from my notebook and tapped his arm with it.
"Thank..." He trailed off as he looked into my eyes and stared dumb-founded at me. His eyes took on a weird glazed over look and his face split into a heart-warming smile, which to be honest was freaking me out.
"Your paper?" I asked, poking him with a corner.
He just smiled at me as if I had said the most amazing thing and took the paper almost reverently. Odd.
"Mr. Hall, could you kindly stop staring at Miss Richards and answer the questions on the board?" I heard being asked from the front of the room, but Jared continued to look at me and I felt a blush rise on my cheeks. I wanted to look away but it was like a magnetic force was keeping my eyes locked with his.
I sighed softly. The cynical part in me was rolling her eyes, the romantic part of me was on the floor in a puddle of love and my ovaries wanted me to hop on his lap and lick his neck. To say I was confused was putting it lightly.
"MR. HALL, MISS RICHARDS WOULD YOU DESIST!"
I shook myself out of...whatever that was and looked around hazily. I heard a small whimper- but I think that may have come from my throat, what the shit was that? I looked at Beatie's balding ass, as he looked at Jared.
"What is the matter, Mr. Hall?" He asked in a condescending voice, (come to think of it- it was more like his normal voice).
"Nothing," Jared's voice was husky and delicious making my ovaries again tell me to jump him, the sluts.
"Then would you tell me why you were staring at Miss Richards?"
"Because she is magnificent." Ok that made me turn my head towards him. I noticed Paul had turned around in his seat and was looking between Jared and me with a humoured and bewildered look, and the classroom had gone dead silent. I saw Paul's lips move in a low whisper and then Jared nodding with another face-splitting grin as he looked at me again, with something a kin to, I don't know, devotion, awe, worship in his eyes.
"What's your name?" Jared asked me. That threw cold water on me quickly. Was the boy for real? We have been in the same school since kindergarten! And it's not as if this school is so big that he could reasonably not know. Frowning at him, I again turned toward the board and started answering the pop quiz questions. I was alone in my endeavour. Everyone else in the class was looking at me and/or Jared, with odd looks.
Whatever I have gotten weirder looks before I told myself even as I felt myself flush again.
I finished the quiz and then walked up to Beatie's desk and put it in his Finished basket then took my seat again, ignoring the humongous ignoramus sitting beside me.
Tapping my pencil, I played Bad Reputation in my head and then began drawing a new piece, as people began to slowly return to the front of the room and do the test.
"Mr. Hall if you continue to stare I will move you." I looked up to see Jared whip his head to the front and furiously scribble down on my sheet of paper.
Dumb ass.
The bell rang and I jumped up from my chair and started to walk briskly out of the room, desperate to return to normality.
"Hold up!"
I turned my head to see if someone was talking to me and saw Jared barrelling down the hallway towards me like a bat out of hell.
This is going to be a shitty day.
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