A/N-I know that most people don't read Jared and Kim stories, but i just couldn't resist.
Tell me if i should continue this or just let it be. R&R
I leaned against the back of the back of the school building, smoking a cigarette. It was lunch time and I really wasn't interested in eating. I glanced around as one of the coke heads calls out as some jack ass pushes him. My heart speeds up and my eyes narrow, it's Jared. He glares at Ben and walks my way. Bastard. Who does he think he is? This is our territory, the fuck ups. Not that I was much of a fuckup but I still deserved to call it my own. I stand in his way, crossing my arms trying to act as menacing as I can. But I doubt he'll be scared, I can't really be that menacing with my five foot one frame.
He glares at me disgust written all over his face then his mood changes dramatically. I squint trying to size him up. He stares at me, his eyes wide and loving. He looks like a puppy; a puppy that I desperately wanted to kick in the balls. I hated him, hated him since Jeremy's party when he made me look like such a fool. I remembered the time when I had loved him. I loved him since that time in sixth grade physical education when he picked me up after getting hit with a basketball. He was gorgeous, even back then, but it was in no way competition to the way he looked now. In the last two weeks he grew seven inches, his muscles grew. I couldn't help but be a little more attracted to him I also couldn't help but wonder if the rest of him was proportioned as well. I am such a horny perv.
"Kim." He whispered, smiling a little. I grimaced, didn't he remember that I hated his guts? He smirked a wise-ass smile. I resisted the urge to punch him in the face, in his handsome face. I crossed my arms and hissed, the bruise was still fresh. His eyes quickly went to my arm, his eyes alert. Stupid bastard. "What's wrong are you hurt?" he asked, he grabbed his arms in mine and picked my sleeve up. His eyes went wide and he started to shake looking at the newest edition to my gallery. Seriously I could make a masterpiece with these little shits.
"Leave me the fuck alone." I hissed, covering up my arm. I didn't need for him to feel sympathy with me. I didn't want it and I didn't deserve it. I was Kim Taylor, former whore, the bitch and also hard to believe, the nerd. Even thou I was a bitch didn't mean that I couldn't be smart, people underestimate me. Jared better know then not to mess with me. He knew better than that, ever since the whole 'herpes' accident.
"Kim, I…I'm sorry." He mumbled, looking down. My blood seethed until I saw red. He was sorry? After all these years he apologizes. What a fucking dick.
"Burn in hell, Jared." I shake my head at him and walk away; he won't have the decency to see me cry. Nobody seems me cry, only myself and Jenny, my sister. I can't even see my feet in the rain. A cop passes by, slowly, looking at me. I tense; I'm supposed to be it at school after all. The car speeds up and leaves, no doubt losing interest; nothing interesting here, just a regular teenager walking in the rain; a small Native American girl, with huge brown eyes and long hair. I wasn't special I knew that, guys always seemed to want to remind me that.
I sighed dejectedly, my hands crossed around my chest. That was the only interesting thing about me, my chest. That caused all the horny boys to stare and want to touch, wanting to know if they were as soft as they looked. Half of the school already knew that they were. That's why I was known as the whore of La Push for most of my high school life, especially after Jeremy's party.
It was Jared's fault after all, I grumbled, trying to pull, my thick hair from my scalp. Jared! Why was it that I couldn't stop thinking about him? The look he had given me after I walked away from him in the fuckup area ; the desperation, the glumness, the dejection, the love. He looked like if he was in love with me. I sniggered, Jared in love with me? I don't think so. After all, I was me, Kim. Simple Kim from history class, the smartass with the cocky grin, the one he hurt, and the one that loves him. Wait, cross that out. Loved him. As in past tense, not anymore.
I sat on the cold, mushy sand on the beach. Damn, was I pathetic back then; pining after a boy who obviously didn't love me. Dreaming that he did and desperately wishing that he did. He was my main obsession from sixth grade all the way to tenth, when I went to Jeremy's party and my life changed. My eyes blurred again, for the second time. Keep it together Kim. This was unusual to me, I never cried, never. Well, sometimes I did when I saw a really sad movie or laughed too hard, but never for a boy. It was a vow I promised to myself and I swore I was going to keep. Boys weren't worth my time, they were useless little toys, to be used and disposed of. Yeah, yeah I know what you're thinking. 'You've never really paid attention to boys, only Jared.' Trust me, I've learned a lot from Jared and the lack of a real father figure to realize that boys suck major ass. I also knew that Jared liked his coffee black, he wasn't a morning person and his best friend was Paul Walker, who I recently had a relationship with. Maybe it was a sexual relationship, and only lasted about thirty-two minutes but it was a relationship nonetheless.
I lay in the sand, my hands folded behind my back. It had stopped raining, and the waves looked so peaceful and calm. It was a nice balmy day and I was glad that I skipped school for this. The seagulls screeched and flew around me. One even got close enough to peck at my nose. Stupid creatures. I swear that I'm going to end up killing all of them one of these days. I closed my eyes as I felt something rather moist drop on my mouth. I sat up, spiting like crazy. I ran to the water taking large gulps and spitting them up. A BIRD JUST SHITTED ON MY FUCKING MOUTH! The god damn bird starting squawking like crazy. Great, they were laughing at me. Fucking creatures.
"You will pay for this one fucking day I swear!" I scream, the birds run away. I chuckle and grimace, the taste is still there. I take more water, rinsing my mouth again, when I see a shadow behind me. My heart beat stutters. I take a deep breath, doing the breathing exercises my therapist showed me. I turn around slowly, swishing the water in my mouth. I come face to face with the most beautiful creature on probably the entire world, more than Jared. STOP THINKING ABOUT JARED! He's taller than by about five inches, but he's got nothing on Jared. His eyes are an unusual color of red, but they're nothing like Jared's black eyes. I honestly want to kill myself right now. He smirks and I about choke on the water. He has a beautiful smile, he shows the right amount of teeth and gums. Nice, Kim, how are you going to get us laid now?
"Hello beautiful one." He purrs, I can't help but melt. This is not the time to be turned on, but he is so adorably handsome that I can't help it. He leans in and smells my hair then licks it, my eyes narrow. I don't know what kind of foreplay this is but I am not into this and I've done some weird shit. I flinch as his icy cold fingers touch my neck. God his hands are cold, is it bad that I want them all over my body? His hand grips my ass, and my eyes just about pop out of my head. I clench my teeth and realize that the dirty ocean water is still in my mouth. I lean back and smile, then spit the ocean water in his face and run like hell. He's suddenly at my side, gripping my arm and throwing me aside like I'm some kind of rag doll. Hell to the no! He comes towards me, his teeth bared and I notice he has fangs.
Oh shit! I must be hallucinating on some kind of doped up shit. He walks slowly and boy does he look pissed. I grab the nearest thing to me, as he attacks. His fangs get attached to the piece of the drift wood. He tries to take it off and I stare at him dumbfounded, then I begin to laugh. He glares at me and tried to come to me, but he can't with a five feet log of drip wood stuck on his teeth. He looks like a huge beaver.
He looks back, towards the forest then back at me. He looks super terrified and I'm still cracking up. I'm starting to wonder if there was something else in the cigarette other than tobacco. I shake my head trying to think about something else. This is a bad dream, just a bad dream. I squint as I catch some kind of movement in the forest. Oh shit, fuck no! Three huge ass wolves emerge from the forest and my eyes go as wide as they can. I'm pretty sure they're coming up to me to kill me and I don't want to die this way. I wanted to die in a cool way, so they could put it on my headstone.
I look back and realize that the man is no longer there and the wolves are running in full speed to my direction. I look around confused, and just about pee myself. I am so fucked. I stand up and run like hell towards the opposite direction. You know how I said that I just about pee myself, well turns out that I did. Yup, I am sixteen years old and I just pissed my pants. You can stop laughing now. I mean it.
I trip on a random piece of driftwood and curse out loud. I look back and see the wolves attacking the man, ripping him to pieces. I cover my eyes and sent a secret prayer to God. Please don't let the wolves eat me! I promise I'll be good and stop sleeping with Suzy's boyfriend behind her back and I'll do all my chores without my mom asking. One of the wolves walks slowly towards me and I gulp. He growls and I start to cry. I am a mess. He cocks his head to the side almost amused. I can tell that my mascara is running and that I look like shit. Just fucking great, the day I die I look like shit. I know it's not the time for vanity but I can't help it. The wolf looks back at the other wolves as they wait for him and looks back me. He twists his head to the side, I stop crying for a minute before I realize that he's telling
me to leave. I start to giggle like a maniac and stand up. I have a tiny rush of adrenaline and I rush to the wolf and hug him, he relaxes and licks my face. Hey maybe wolfs are as menacing as society paints them out to be. I take one last look back and run home. I don't need to be reminded twice.
And this little piggy ran all the way home.
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