Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer

Chapter One: Note

"Good morning Mr. Martin. I was wondering if you could give me private tutoring later this week." Stacey Joles said while leaning provocatively against our history teacher's desk. Almost all of the girls that I knew at this school were all over him but he was used to it by now. I entered the classroom during this little episode and walked directly to my chair. Then I heard Mr. Martin politely decline Stacey's request based on the fact that he would be busy with his wife's birthday and then their anniversary all week. I smiled secretly over this because I knew that he indeed did not have a wife. He didn't even have a girlfriend.

"What are you smiling about freak?" Stacey asked when she saw my face. I quickly hid my smile and the rest of my face beneath my hair as I put my head down on my desk. This is what I get for being the teacher's pet. If I hadn't of known that Mr. Martin didn't have a wife then I wouldn't have smiled and then Stacey wouldn't steadily be coming up with ways to attack me socially. It wasn't necessarily hard to ruin me even further socially. I was already the nerdiest, geekiest, and most unpopular girl in school.

"Miss Kimberly, it's good to see you this morning. I was afraid you had died on us. Are you over that bout of pneumonia that you had had?" my teacher asked me with a friendly smile. I looked up slightly but was then lost to my own world, lost to a flashback of the place that I had basically lived at for the last two weeks. I had been in the hospital suffering from a serious case of pneumonia. I had been attached to breathing machines with needles sticking out of me and was poked and prodded by a Dr. Cullen who was absolutely gorgeous. Two weeks of my life had been wasted in that hospital. I shuttered at the thought of the cold rooms, bland food, and the smell of death that always seems to permeate the air in hospitals; obviously I'm not a fan. After thinking about all of these things and reliving my two hellish weeks in death dungeon I realized that I had yet to answer him and he was awaiting a response. I quickly mumbled "Yes sir. I'm okay now. Thank you for asking," just as the bell rang and other students started drifting into the classroom.

And just like normal, there he was. The hottest, coolest, and most popular guy in school and he just sauntered into the classroom and took his seat which was directly across from mine. I looked down suddenly nervous. Did he realize that I had been missing school? What was he thinking? Did he like me? What does my hair look like? I breathed a little into the air and sniffed as indiscreetly as possible. Does my breath stink? I couldn't smell it very well. OM wow I am so nervous. Why am I nervous? He doesn't ever talk to me or look at me. He probably doesn't even know that I exist. Aaaawwww he probably didn't even realize that I had been gone for two weeks straight. I took a chance and threw a glance over his way. He was still absolutely and one hundred percent the sexist guy I had ever held witness to but he was taller now and bigger too. Not like fatter bigger but like much more muscular. I was completely shocked because he barely fit in the school desk. He looked like a giant in comparison. I looked at his arms and how the muscles were bunching and coiling under the shirt that he wore. This shirt clung lovingly to his eight pack and extraordinarily defined stomach. Holy cow! He had an eight pack. Wait, wait someone is saying something tune back into the world of reality and get out of the world of super hotness Jared Cameron.

"….Miss Kimberly….Miss Kimberly," Mr. Martin repeated several more times before he got my attention and when he finally had it he seemed thoroughly ticked. "Miss Kimberly finally you pay attention to anything other than Mr. Cameron and his bigger build. I understand that you have been sick for the past two weeks but you are in school now and must get into a school state of mind. I do not want to catch staring at Mr. Cameron again today Miss Kimberly. Do you understand me?" I blushed quite heavily while everyone else around me burst into laughter and he just stared at me like I was disgusting.

I looked down at my notes and tried not to cry in front of everyone, "Yes sir, I understand."

By the end of the class hour my notes sported a few drops of wet salty water droplets otherwise known as my quiet tears. The bell rang and I waited until almost everyone else was out of the room before I began packing up my things. Jared stood, laid a piece of paper on my desk, and walked out of the room without looking in my direction. I picked up the paper with unsteady hands and read:

Hello,

I am asking you to stop staring at me. I have a girlfriend and you don't need to embarrass yourself even more than your normal behavior does. I know that I look different but please refrain from embarrassing yourself and me the next time that you have the sudden urge to look at me.

Mr. Cameron

I read the note then read it again and once more a third time. I wanted to cry but I didn't. I refused to cry…until I got home. I folded the piece of paper and stuck it in my purse.