So yeah, this is my new story for those who have been reading Sworn Protector. This is just a little background on Kim, and I could not continue writing Sworn Protector until I got this new story out because it has been stuck on my mind for WEEKS! Don't worry though, I am still writing sworn protector and will until it is completely finished. I am just going to be writing Sworn Protector along with this story. I just have so many ideas that I have to get out or I will burst!
I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own Twilight. This is just me expanding my imagination.
For those of you who are reading strictly for Kim and Jared, this is my first Kim and Jared story and I am extremely excited and nervous about it. I really hope you like it and please review so I can know your thoughts on this first chapter. I honestly think that Kim is the most like me out of all of the imprints, so, so far it is really fun writing this. Please review so I can know what your thoughts are and if you have any ideas on how the story should go, please let me know! :)
-S.
"Imperfection is BEAUTY, madness is GENIUS, and it's better to be absolutely RIDICULOUS than absolutely BORING.." -Marilyn Monroe
Normal. That's what I am. I'm not part of the populars, but I'm not a complete friendless loser. I'm an inbetweener. I have some friends that are popular, and some friends who other people see as complete losers. I'm one of those people who are friends with everyone, but I don't have a true best friend that I can tell everything to. Sure, I have people that I consider my best friends, but I can only tell certain friends certain things. It really sucks not being able to have someone that I can tell absolutely everything about myself to. Some guys like me, but some guys only consider me "one of the boys."
I'm not ugly, but I'm not drop dead gorgeous. I have straight, dark brown, almost black hair that goes down to my waist. It's so thick that I can't curl it, and I can hardly keep it in a pony tail. I also have straight across bangs. They're pretty new, but I only got them just so I could try out something different. I have tanned skin, just like everyone in this school has. I'm full blown Quileute. My name doesn't mean as much as the Ateara's, the Blacks, or the Uleys, but I am still a Clearwater. My Aunt is Sue Clearwater and my Uncle is Harry Clearwater, for Uncle Harry is my dad's brother. My cousins are Leah and Seth Clearwater. They're my only cousins. I'm five foot seven and I have big brown eyes that look as if they are almost black, and I feel like my eyes are too big compared to the rest of me. I also have full, pouty lips, and perfectly straight teeth; no braces needed.
I'm a runner, and I used to do competitive cheer, but I quit because I'm extremely lazy. Most of my classes are AP classes, but I get normal grades: Some A's, some B's, and sometimes C's. That's how I can describe myself. Just a normal teenager. I used to be popular. My freshman year I was best friends with Jeanette Ludwig and Lizzy Helfert. Our parents considered us out of control, and we were. I dyed Lizzy's hair black, and cut it to her shoulders when her hair was down to her waist. At the time, my hair was also to my waist. Jeanette, Lizzy, and I all took our first shot of alcohol together, and we each held back each other's hair whenever we puked it all back up. We would get in the car with random guys without even thinking about the consequences. February came around, and that's whenever I laid my eyes on the most handsome man in the world. He was in our grade, and I never even paid attention to him until then.
Jared Cameron and I had been in all the same classes in elementary school, and we were in similar classes in middle school. My friends and his friends never mixed, so I didn't think of him more than that. But when February of freshman year came around, I could not stop thinking about him, and he didn't even spare me a glance. It drove me crazy, and all of my friends knew it. They all wanted to help me try and get him to notice me, but I just shook them away and told them that he would notice me in time. He never did.
I went to prom with my friend, Blake Conia, but in all that time, I thought of Jared. I started to become distant with my two closest friends when my parents announced that they were getting a divorce the last day of school freshman year. That's when the custody battles started for them, and the panic attacks started for me. I went into depression, and that's when I quit cheerleading. I had an on and off thing with Blake, but I don't think I ever had any true feelings for him. I think I just thought of him as a best friend. He graduated at the end of my sophomore year, and left La Push to go to some college in Illinois. That's when I realized that I ditched all my friends. I made sure I made friends, so I was nice to everyone, even though I had severe depression and anxiety.
People would take me to parties, but I never drank. I still had fun though. There was one night though; Halloween of my junior year I threw the one and only party that I would ever have, and it was a bad night. I drank way too much, and apparently Jared Cameron came to my party, but I was too busy blacking out under the beer pong table for him to notice, or for me to notice.
"You could have had him," my friend, Rebecca would say. She's only a sophomore, but I love her to death. I swore I wouldn't do anything like that again because I made a complete fool of myself. Now he's dating some girl named Jamie who supposedly gets drunk every night and blacks out, and doesn't even make it to school because of that.
It's February of my junior year of high school, and I just got up to stare at myself in my bathroom mirror, only to look at myself in disappointment. I've changed so much since my freshman year. I brushed my hair to make myself look decent, and just threw on a pair of old jeans that had holes in the knees. Because of my depression, I became a complete twig of a person, but I'm finally gaining weight so I can get back to the appropriate body weight that I should be at for my height. I'm one hundred and three point six pounds, and I'm supposed to be one twenty-five. I also threw on a thick, royal blue sweater, and sparkly black flats. I hardly ever wear makeup, so I just applied clear lip gloss before I grabbed my letterman jacket and left my father's two story house.
I stood on the porch and I scowled at the fact that it was pouring down rain, and it was the middle of February. The stupid warm front has caused it to rain, but it's supposed to get down to eighteen degrees by the end of the day, meaning that the roads were going to be icy. I silently thanked my mother for giving me a jeep. I ran through my muddy driveway and hopped in my jeep, angry about the fact that I ruined my shoes. I was already late. Thankfully I had a pair of sperrys somewhere in the back seat.
I drove to La Push High School, home of the mighty wolves and parked at my usual parking spot. The school was on a cliff and it overlooked the gray ocean. On really bad days, I would wish that there would be a mudslide from all this rain and the school would slide right off of the cliff. Unfortunately, the cliff is solid rock, so there is no chance of that happening.
I rain inside school to try and keep my hair as dry as possible, but that didn't help at all. It was already storming badly and you could barely see a foot in front of you that's how much rain there was. I silently patted myself on the back for always keeping a spare set of clothes in my locker. I ran to my locker which was in the basement part of the school to find my maroon, La Push hoody and another pair of torn up jeans. I changed into them quickly in the girls bathroom before I headed up to the library to meet up with my friend Lizzy and Katie and their boyfriends. Lizzy's boyfriend, Christian, was a complete pothead, but he was pretty cool, minus the fact that he was a complete ass to Lizzy. He always talked about Jared when I was around because he knew that I had been crushing on him since freshman year.
"Jared hasn't been to school all week," he commented when I sat down, and I immediately flushed.
"And," I tried to act like I didn't care, but I looked at him, waiting for an answer because I was actually pretty worried about him.
"He apparently has a bad case of mono," Christian snorted and I looked down at my hands. Mono can keep you out of school for months.
"If he has mono," Lizzy spoke up, "then why do I always see him hanging around Sam Uley and Paul?"
"I don't know; that's just what I heard."
"Sounds like he doesn't have mono, and he just wants to skip," Katie snorted, "I thought Sam Uley was considered the golden boy to the Elders."
"He is," Lizzy agreed, nodding her head, "He is pretty awesome though."
"Sam Uley can go suck a dick," I muttered and they all looked at me confused for a second, before they realized why I said that.
"You're right," Katie agreed, "He's totally a dick."
"Maybe you'll be the next cousin," Christian winked and I stood up angrily before I walked away to my first period class.
I hated Sam for doing that to Leah. He and Leah were engaged, and then he met Emily for the first time, two days before their wedding, and the next thing you know, the wedding's off, and Sam is practically stalking Emily. Leah hasn't been the same since.
I sat down in my chair in the back of my English class and tried to tune out the guy next to me. He talks so much, and it is so annoying. It's morning! Learn to shut up for once! I tried to focus on something other than him. Like Jared. We shared this class together, along with Pre-Calculus, homeroom, and physics. He sits pretty close to me in every one of those classes, but he still doesn't notice me. He never comes to this class until halfway through the period, for he's always late to school, but my teacher, Mr. Billy Black, never counts him absent. In this class, he sits to the right, diagonal from me. In my pre-calculus class, he sits right behind me. In my homeroom, he sits to the left of me, and in my physics class, he sits to the right of me, and back one seat. He's never even spared me a glance, and I've been way too nervous to actually turn to him and try to talk to him. Paul Lahote, Jared's best friend, who is also one of my best friends, has even tried to make obvious hints to make him check me out, but Jared is always distracted with something else. Paul and Jared have always been best friends, so he won't do anything that Jared doesn't want to do.
Physics soon rolled around and my stomach went into knots when I realized that Jared still wasn't there. I turned around to talk to Paul, and he just looked madder than he ever has before.
"What do you want, Kimberly," he growled and I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Really Paul," I laughed, "Kimberly? Why are you so mad?"
"It's none of your damn business," he snarled and I just smiled at him. Paul might intimidate other people when he's mad, but I honestly think that it's entertaining.
"Well, fine," I shrugged, "I won't ask that. Do you know where Jared is?"
"Haven't you heard? He has a bad case of mono," he just rolled his eyes and I decided to push him more.
"Right," I said, "Just like you did, but whenever I called your house one night, your mom said you hadn't been home for days."
"If you wanna know where Jared is then why don't you call and ask him your fucking self!" he yelled and everyone in my class turned around and looked at him which seemed to infuriate him even more.
"Geez," I held my hands up in submission, "no need to be a dick."
"I've just been in a pissy mood lately. Jared should be back at school tomorrow," Paul sighed, "I just don't think it would be a good idea to talk to him tomorrow. He won't be… Feeling well."
"You actually think that I would talk to him tomorrow?" I laughed, "I have tried so many times to actually talk to him that I've just about given up on it all."
"He'll just be different, that's all," Paul replied, "Just don't gawk at him because I know you will." I just gave him a small laugh. What the hell did that mean? I decided to not let it bother me because, why should it? Jared hasn't looked at me once except for when we were in kindergarten. He used to follow me around like a puppy and it was so annoying. He picked me lilies from the school's flower garden and told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. I then punched him in the stomach, called him weird, and ran to go play on the swings with my other friends.
I giggled in class at the thought and people turned around to look at me causing me to blush. Jared doesn't even remember my name because after that, we completely ignored each other.
The rest of the day went by excruciatingly slowly, especially since I knew that Jared was coming back to school. I do know one thing though. Jared Cameron did not have mono, and he was not coming back as the same person. School finally got out, and I tried to beat the crowd of students that were soon going to be filling up the parking lot and throwing snowballs at each other. I was dreading driving because I knew that under all the snow was a thick sheet of ice; just as I had predicted this morning. I tried not slipping as I continued to walk outside, and I gracefully made it to my jeep. When I say gracefully, I mean holding onto each car while heading to my jeep while trying to keep my feet from slipping out from under me.
I had to go to work. Most kids in La Push had a job due to the fact that our little reservation didn't have a lot of money. Most of the guys worked on cars or carpentry, while the girls worked in restaurants and stores. I was one of the lucky few that had an interesting job. I wasn't a professional, but throughout my high school career, I had managed to become known as the town's interior designer. I had started with just getting bored with my own room all the time, and then when my parents got divorced I redid both of their homes. The word got around, and before I knew it, people were paying me to do their own homes.
I just started on officer Swan's daughter's bedroom. Apparently she was moving back in a few days, and it was still a nursery from when she still lived here. I had never really known her, but I knew officer swan really well from my older sister's rebellion.
"Kim!" Officer Swan greeted me when I knocked on his door.
"Hello Officer Swan," I smiled nervously. He invited me in.
"I told you, Kim, it's Charlie when I'm not on duty," he smiled and led me up to Bella's room. It was completely empty except for the new dark linoleum floors that I suggested him to get. I was going to paint her room a teal color, based on what Officer Swan said she was like. The paint I had covered the wall in one coat thankfully, and I started to figure out how I was going to lay out the room based on what I suggested that he should buy. He was worried about Bella moving back. My family knew him really well, and based on from what I had heard, he's worried that he won't be good enough for Bella.
Since I got the insta-dry paint, I was soon able to start hanging up paper lanterns along her room, and with Officer Swan's help, I managed to move her full-sized bed into an indention in the wall. He bed spread was a light grey-blue color with black poppy flowers on it. I then put up an empty, grey-blue, memory board for her to put her pictures in for when she moved here and then hung up framed posters of some of Arizona's best sights since I know she would miss it. I moved the dressers and hung up shelves, and before I knew it, I was almost completely done. I added silver sheer curtains and sat down on her bed out of being so exhausted. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and jumped when Officer Swan cleared his throat.
"O-officer Swan," I stuttered in surprise, "I'm so sorry, I was just relaxing for a second. I'll keep wor-"
"Kim, stop your worrying," he chuckled, "And it's Charlie. I just wanted to give you this before I head out." He held out his hand, and I was shocked to see two, hundred dollar bills.
"Charlie, I can't take that," I protested, "I only charge ten dollars an hour."
"No, no," he smiled, "Take it. Put it in your gas tank. It means a lot that you could do this on such short notice. You're Aunt said it was too much like a baby girl's room and told me about your work. You really did such a great job."
I steadily took the money and smiled, "Well thank you, Charlie. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yeah, one more thing," he said and handed me a painting of a russet colored wolf in the snow, "Jacob Black made this for her and gave it to me. I thought it'd be a good idea to hang it up somewhere."
"Oh, no problem!" I smiled and looked around the room to see where I would hang it up. I decided on hanging it up right by the door so she would see it every day. "You know that's our tribe's animal. We're supposedly descendants of wolves."
"Yes, that's what I've heard," he mumbled, "that's probably why Jacob painted a wolf."
I soon headed out after Charlie and cursed quietly to myself when I realized that there was a blizzard again. I hopped in my jeep and drove home carefully. We all know that there are way too many wrecks this time of year for this small of town. I made it home to my house, and waited a little bit before I got out of the car. When my parents got a divorce, my mom fled the town to go live close to her distant cousin, Angela, in Lexington, Kentucky. My dad got remarried soon after the divorce, giving me a younger step sister. She was everything my father had asked for. I was somehow the 'rebellious' child in his eyes which I don't understand because both my older brother and my older sister were way more rebellious than I am.
It was eight thirty, and I was already exhausted from all the work that I had done today and I still had to do my homework and take a shower. I tried to sneak inside, unnoticed, but it didn't work.
"Kimberly," my dad called when I walked into my house and I cringed. I absolutely hated it when people called me Kimberly.
"Yes?" I asked and walked into the living room where he, my step mother, and my step sister were seated.
"You missed dinner," he commented and I tried not to roll my eyes. My dad treated me like such a baby sometimes.
"Well I told you I had to work."
"I don't want you working during the weeks," he replied and anger boiled up inside of me.
"Well I need to since you don't pay for my gas, my insurance, or my lunch money at school. You also won't pay for new clothes for me, my phone bill, and for even a haircut. I need this job. Instead you're paying for yet another one of Carli's new toys. Like an Ipad or her new motor scooter," I sneered.
"Well you never ask me to," he defended and I glared at him.
"I don't wanna hear it Dad," I snapped, "you aren't even paying for my college. That's why I'm working on interior design so much. So I can get as far away from here as possible and so I can be closer to mom." With that, I stomped up the stairs and took a fast shower. After the shower, I walked into my room and slammed the door shut.
My room was a huge bonus room with slanted ceilings. The walls were mainly a bright white, but on the smaller side walls, there were thick, horizontal, black and white stripes. My room was black and white themed with all black furniture. I had a queen-sized bed with a feather blanket. The duvet cover was black and white and looked like a news paper that said stuff like Paris, New York, and Tokyo in bold. My walls had posters of the Eifel tower, and I had my favorite Marilyn Monroe quote on the wall.
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."-Marilyn Monroe
I had a leather sofa and a new 39" flat screen. I paid for absolutely everything in my room. I was greeted by my adorable black and white Pomsky; a Pomeranian husky mix. Her name was Paris, and I was absolutely in love with her. Blake gave her to me as a goodbye present.
"I hate living here," I muttered in my dog's soft fur, and she whimpered as if she was agreeing.
I spent the rest of the night reading and doing homework, and eventually fell asleep, but only to wake up in the middle of the night from hearing howls coming from the woods behind my house. I shuttered and looked outside, only to see darkness. I soon fell back asleep to have dreams filled with wolves, and Jared Cameron.
Please review and tell me your thoughts about your background on Kim. It means a lot! Thanks :)
-S.