Another Act of Aggression

Summary: Just because Jared imprinted on her doesn't mean Kim has to like it…at first.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight…XP

A/N: I'm not a Twitard. I've never read the series and I don't plan to. I don't even like the films. The only redeeming quality I can find within this fandom are that some of the characters have real potential (usually the underdeveloped, background ones) and because of that…well, here I am, giving them a fighting chance.

-I felt so sick today, but cured by your noise- That single line practically inspired this whole story. "Turn It Up" by Robots in Disguise.

Chapter 1: When a Conversation Starts

I gave one last heave into the toilet.

I stood bowed over the bowl for a couple moments just trying to breath. I had sick covering my mouth and hands, tears streaming down my face, snot dripping from my nose, and yet at that particular moment in time I couldn't help but feel absolutely triumphant.

I turned on the faucet and rinsed away all the bile from my face, I got on all fours and cleaned whatever backsplash had landed on the tile floor, and then I threw whatever evidence I could into the toilet and flushed away my shame.I knew it was wrong, I knew you weren't supposed to do those sorts of things to your body, but…but I couldn't help myself. I felt so much better when I did it, the guilt I always felt would stop nagging at me, the desperate ache in my chest would lessen, and I felt in control of my body.

I think that's why I did it, to feel in control of my body because after an entire lifetime of being the 'chubby kid' I was more than ready to get past that. I wasn't my ideal weight or shape yet, still a bit chunky around the middle, but I was getting there, making progress and loving it. I should feel guilty for doing it this way, but I don't. Not in the least. Not even when my mother compliments me on how 'pretty' I'm getting or how 'hard' I must be working. If she knew what I was really doing I don't think she'd be too proud.

That is why I take the upmost precautions I can when I'm doing…this.

I only ever do it at night, if I can help it, when my parents are asleep, or when I'm taking a shower so that the noise can cover up my retching, but sometimes after a big meal I can't stop myself and I go to the most deserted bathroom I can find and turn on the air-ventilator or the blow-dryer. I clean the bathroom thoroughly after one of my 'episodes' and make it inconspicuously normal.

Outside of the bathroom I never acknowledge it, sometimes I even joke about. ("Hey Kimmy. What were you doing?" " Oh, nothing. Just puking in the bathroom." Ha, ha.)

How I became such a good liar I'll never know. No one suspects a thing; I think it's too much to put into their perception of me. I mean seriously, dear sweet Kimmy has an eating disorder? Heaven forbid, nope, not possible, not my Kimmy.

And as long as they don't know, I'll never acknowledge it; I'll pretend it doesn't exist.

Because it doesn't.

I sat there, bored, struggling to stay awake through H. U.S. History 5th period. And let me tell you, I'm losing this struggle, badly. The only thing keeping me remotely awake was watching the track team practice out in the field. Sitting next to the window definitely has its benefits.

Hot, sweaty boys running around, what's not to like?

I couldn't help but notice one particular boy, stretching out by the sidelines. His soft looking black hair blowing slightly in the breeze, his smooth caramel skin rippling over muscle, his attractive athletic build moving gracefully through his stretches.

That beautiful boyish specimen was none other than one of the most popular boys in school and one of the most influential guys on the rez. I think it's only because he hangs out with Sam Uley and his little cult, for some strange reason he started following him around a couple of weeks ago and since then everybody on the rez looks upon them with begrudging respect and a little bit of fear…or maybe that's just me.

The fact that I had a little crush on him and feared him at the same time made no sense, but it worked.

I couldn't help but sigh as I watched his muscles bulge and stretch. That boy was a god, and I was stuck worshipping him from afar. My life sucked.

I paused in my musings as I noticed his head turn and look in my direction. I froze. Could he see me? Did he know I was watching him? Does he think I'm some creepy stalker now? My shoulders sagged, in relief or disappointment, I'm not too sure, but only because I noticed that he was waving to the person seated in front of me.

He was waving to one of the other "most popular boys in the school and influential guys on the rez." Jared Cree. I couldn't help but pout, he'd only ever hang out with his friends, and I know he'd never pay attention to me. How my foxy man-cake and Jared were friends, I'll never understand.

I shook my head a little and focused on the scene outside the window again, wishing I had to courage to at least talk to him.

I was startled when Jared started talking to me. "You know if you keep staring at him like that he might actually realize you like him," what surprised me wasn't that he knew my secret, but that he was actually talking to me. Jared has never talked to me before, never even noticed I existed, I don't think he's ever even looked at me. ", although if I know him at all, he won't even look your way unless you've got a nice rack." He gave a cruel chuckle.

What a dick. I knew there was a reason I didn't like him.

"But maybe if you're nice to me, I won't tell him…" he turned around to look at me, probably to mock me properly, when he just stopped and stared at me. He gave me this weird wide-eyed stare, as if time had just stopped or I'd grown a new foot out of my forehead. It unnerved me. I tilted my head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

What was wrong with him?

"What's wrong with you?" Well you can't say I don't speak my mind.

That seemed to snap him out of it. His eyes refocused and then he did the most unexpected thing. He held out his hand and introduced himself, all very pleasant (something he's never been to me before), like we were friends or something.

"Hi, I'm Jared." and brightest grin I'd ever seen spread across his face. It was blinding. And yet all I could feel was dread and the only thought going through my head was,

'Please don't tell Paul I like him.'