Umm, so hi, this is my first ever fan fic so please be nice! This chapter looked so much longer on word, but I'll work on the next one and try to get it up soon, and make it longer! Sorry! I love imprinting stories, so I thought I'd give one a try. KIM'S POV! Ok, so enjoy. xxxooo :)

Ok, so I was having a bad day. For starters, my alarm didn't go off, so I ended up skipping breakfast, not a good idea when I didn't have enough time to make my packed lunch and the canteen was closed for renovating. Also, I spilt coffee down my jeans, and I had nothing else to wear, so I ended up with a brown stain all over my trousers. Thirdly, I had a pounding headache, but had to go into school because I needed to sort out my padlock for my locker, which had a piece of metal lodged up it and therefore my key would not work in it. I would need to get the padlock cut off, but thanks to my faulty alarm, I was not going to have time. So, because of my padlock, I was going to end up with at least two slips today, and possibly a few detentions as I had homework that was trapped in my locker due in. The idea of detentions and slips made my palms turn all sweaty and made me experience a minor panic attack. Actually getting detentions and slips didn't bear thinking about. I cried really easily and I knew if I was going to get any punishments the tears would inevitably fall. I wasn't a total geek, just not totally cool. I wore glasses, worried about detentions and grades and I was the class brainbox. From this I realize I seem totally nerdy, but I don't enjoy school, don't skip with glee whenever anyone mentions homework, and don't like worrying about everything. And I have friends, a huge group of them. They're the coolest people on the planet. Anyway, back to my bad day. I had a long, long list of reasons as to why I should just feign illness and go back to bed. The number one reason being I had triple geography. With Jared. Jared was quite possibly the most annoying person I had ever had the misfortune to meet. He was so busy being stuck up his own bum, fooling around with his friends, and hitting on the popular girls to notice anyone else. Anyone else would be everyone who didn't spend their spare time thinking inane thoughts rather than actually doing something productive. I had sat next to him in geography for a year and he had never spoken a word to me. It was as if I didn't exist. But, when he smiled, it was like looking at an angel's face, and when he laughed, I couldn't help but laugh too, even if I didn't know what was funny. Irritating boy. Irritating insanely gorgeous boy. Oh yeah, it was going to be a long day.

I arrived at school with a few minutes to spare, after catching the bus by the skin of my teeth and sprinting up the street. Only, although I had some time, it was not enough time to get my locker open. I approached geography with dread, the idea of an angry Mr. Clemens and a snickering Jared making me want to run back home screaming. As I walked into the classroom, I had to dodge around the 'pretty' girls and their piles of makeup. It was ridiculous how much junk they brought to school with them. At the beginning of the day they would all confer about what shoes to wear, whether a cardigan would look good with their outfit, and whether their makeup was over the top. They all squealed when Jared walked into the classroom, he had been away for the past week and they had a missed his flirting terribly. In the time he had been away he had grown to be huge, he towered above everyone else by several feet. And oh phwoar, his muscles. I had to remind myself it was rude to stare and so I turned away, only to realize my mouth was still hanging open. How embarrassing. I hurried to Mr. Clemen's desk to explain why I did not have any of my books. He gave me one of his infamous "disapproving looks" and told me I would just have to share with Jared for today and borrow his books to copy up the work. Sharing with Jared. Oh joy. I took out my planner to remind myself to find someone else to copy off, when I realised I had my friend Chloe's planner instead of my own, she must have picked up the wrong one last night when she was around at my house. I could tell it was Chloe's by the words 'I LOVE JARED' in big bold writing on the cover. I would have to hide that from him. I could just imagine his snickering if he saw that. I stuffed the planner back into my bag and shuffled to my desk. Jared was still preoccupied with the pretty girls, but he didn't look like he was enjoying the attention as much as usual, he looked distracted. The girls were trying to get him to listen to their whinging about how much they had missed him, but he still looked as though his thoughts were elsewhere, but this only provoked them to try even harder. Poor girls, how hard their lives were. Once the pretty girls had calmed down, Mr. Clemen called the class to order. Jared came to sit down next to me getting his books out of his bag. I was thinking of ways to get Mr. Clemen to not notice I wasn't sharing with Jared, when Jared turned to me.