Disclaimer: It all belongs to the wonderfully genius mind of Steph (bangs head against desk wishing for ownership of werewolves).

CLUMSY: KIM'S STORY

CHAPTER ONE

"Ouch!" I shrieked. I had tripped over the power cord to my laptop, again. I clutched my knee, which felt like a million shards of glass were being punctured into it. "Stupid power cord!"

"Kim?" I heard my dad's voice from down the hall. "Is everything okay?"

I groaned. "Yeah, Dad. Just tripped over the power cord again."

I heard him sigh and walk back down the stairs. I slowly stood up, wincing at the pain in my knee. You see, I, Kimberly Delilah Quille, am terribly and utterly….clumsy. When I was five, I used to average about ten bruises on the playground each week. When I fractured my ankle, the principle saw the bruises and called home in a frenzy to see if I was being abused. This, of course, was received with a firm N-O.

I limped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It didn't help that I wasn't that pretty. I mean, I was okay, not a complete train wreck, but totally average. I was medium height, with eh hair, a so-so body (except for my breasts, which are HUGE, ugh!), and eyebrows that need serious plucking. My feet were kinda big, and I was somewhat chubby, but I'm starting to work it off.

In fact, the only thing that wasn't average about me was my eyes. They were big, in the good way, and really pretty. They're a bright jade green, with specks of hazel, silver, and a little bit of blue in the mix. They're framed by these dark, thick lashes that don't even need that much eyeliner. My father had told me that girls would kill for my eyes, except I never show them off. They always hide behind my wispy black bangs.

I ran a comb through my curly hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. I threw off my pajamas and put on a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt. I managed to get on my shoes, put on my dark blue sweatshirt, grab my bag and get out the door without tripping again. I hopped on my blue bike and pedaled to school.

Thankfully, I didn't fall, so I got to school with time to spare. I chained up my bike, placed my black helmet on the ground, and started the walk up the stairs. A loud screech of guitars made me turn around and almost fall down the stairs.

Jared Thail.

Oh my gawd.

He and his friends Paul, Jacob and Quil drove up in his perfectly un-scuffed white Ford truck. They double-parked in one of the teacher's spots and hopped out of the truck, looking as hot as ever.

'Ooh, Jared Thail, what's the big deal?' you might be saying right now. Well, I'll tell you. I've had a crush on Jared Thail, hottie of the reservation, since freshman year in high school, when he asked me if I had an extra pencil with me. Being the idiot I am, I gave him my only pencil and missed out on notes in Geometry I.

But he only dated beautiful girls like Lisa Brown and Kelly Black (no relation to Jacob Black, of course). So I obviously had no chance. But whenever Homecoming or Spring Fling came around, I always wished that he would ask me, not them. Which obviously never happened.

I felt my mouth go dry as they started up the steps, laughing and pushing one another. I knew Jacob okay (we used to have play dates with Bella Swan when we were five, since our single dads hung out to watch football games together) and we still talked sometimes. Quil was my lab partner for Biology, even though I've tried many times to switch ever since he threw that dead frog at me (ugh!). And I sat next to Jared (swoon) and Paul (ugh again!) in English and History.

I scurried into the building before he could see me. I kept my face down, hair in front of my eyes as he passed me by my locker, but Jacob saw me. He shouted out a booming "HI, KIM!" as they passed. I turned beet red. Jared looked at me and gave me a tiny smile. I about fainted right there.

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The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Quil was quiet through most of Biology, except for when he started talking to his friend Embry about sports. I made it through my non-Jared periods (math, drama, art, lunch) until I got to Mrs. Brown's honor's English Language-Arts class.

Jared was already in the classroom when I arrived. He and Paul were throwing paper airplanes at each other and talking about how hot Carmen Electra looked in her latest movie. I nervously tucked a strand of my curly black hair behind one ear and started towards my seat. They didn't notice me and continued with their conversations until Mrs. Brown started handing back out the latest exam.

Jared groaned and leaned lower in his seat. "Man, I got a flippin 67." He turned to Paul. "What did you get?"

"65," Paul reported. He sounded somewhat happy. This was an improvement for Paul DeSontos.

Mrs. Brown handed back my quiz last. "Good work Kim," she whispered, sliding the quiz onto my desk. I picked it up and looked at the score. 100 percent.

"Hey, Kat," Jared said. Kat? Oh, he meant to say Kim. Wait, Kim is me. He's talking to me! "What did you get?"

It took me a moment to find my voice. I didn't look at him as I answered in a quiet voice, "100."

"Nerd," Paul muttered.

I looked down, my face hot. I knew I was a nerd, because I knew that I was smarter than the average teen on the reservation. But it didn't help when one of the most popular boys in school calls you one. I kept my head down for the rest of the day.

After the bell rang, I walked outside and started heading down the extremely long staircase to my bike. Jared, Quil, Embry, Jared and Paul were all hanging out together on top of the staircase. I started to go around them, when too late, I saw Jared's gigantor foot stick out in front of my leg. Before I knew it, I was falling.

It all went by so fast. I instinctly stuck out my left arm to brace myself for the fall went it went back so unnaturally far and made a sickening crunch. I knew it was broken. I fell head over heels literally as I tumbled down the staircase. I barely got out a scream before I landed hard on the cement.

I laid there for a millisecond quietly before I let out the scream. I clutched my left wrist as I writhed on the ground. People were sprinting towards me. I felt a trickle of blood coming out of my hair. God, the pain felt so bad. Worse than anything I've ever felt. One of the first people to reach me, a pretty cheerleader named Amber, yelled out, "Somebody call an ambulance!" Jake ran over to me and scooped me up.

"It'll be okay, Kim," he whispered. "Don't worry, everything will be okay."