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This is a tribute to my favourite couple in Twilight. No drama there wasn't enough for them. Here's to Jared and Kim!

Kim

Jared Cameron was staring at me.

I knew this because I could practically feel the hole he was burning in the side of my head. That, and my hair was now so thin I could see straight through it no matter how much of it annoyingly drapes in my eyes. Lana had showed me the stupid hairstyle in a magazine and begged me to get it- her hair was way too short to try it. She'd told me it would make we look like Nicole Kidman.

Ha. Like anything could make me look like Nicole Kidman.

I self-consciously brushed my stupid hair out of my eyes and rested my elbows on the desk. Mr Broad was off on one of his over-enthusiastic rants about the influence of Roman architecture, but I wasn't listening. I was already an expert in the subject- just like almost every subject in history, just like every subject I did in school. Don't quit it until you're the top of it, that's my motto. That made me a mega nerd, top of every class. Not that I ever got acknowledgement for it. I never showed off my results to other students, and therefore my 100% straight A permanent record was a secret.

So, it made no sense whatsoever why he was staring at… me. I'd had a crush on Jared Cameron forever, or more accurately, since third grade. Though, as I always insist to Lana, I don't believe primary school counted. Primary school was the day's I'd had my name tagged onto his all over my diary. But once I'd gotten into high school, things got serious. You had more completion. Things stopped depending on whether you were a fast runner, or the best a colouring in between the lines, or you got the most gold stars. You had to be smart, athletic and pretty, two of which I'd never managed. Depending on hotness, sometimes you didn't even need the other two. Anyone born on earth could only manage two at the most. But Jared Cameron had all of them. But he wasn't born.

He was an angel sent from heaven.

And yeah, I was still scrawling Ms Kimberly Cameron all over my diary. So sue me. The boy was a god.

Somehow, on the class register in a school of over one hundred and eighty year elevens, Cameron and Connweller always ended up next to each other. Plus that with some very unimaginative teacher seating plans, I ended up sitting next to Jared in every class we had together- four in total, Physics, Literature, Heath Ed, and of course, Ancient History. On top of the Drama class we had together, Woodwork, and the compulsory Phys Ed classes we shared, that was a joyous eight periods a week I had to gawk over my crush. Not that he ever noticed me. I was Kimberly Connweller, the quiet, shy and clumsy nerd who no one could quite remember the name of.

So, back to the staring. By now, it was honestly starting to scare me. Was my hair really that bad? Did I smell? I'd showered after Phys Ed, I was sure of it.

Maybe he was disorientated. He had, in a rare move that next to no one pulled so close to mid-year exams, missed little under two weeks of school before turning up today.

But he didn't look sick. In my expert opinion, he looked better than ever. His build had increased massively over the time he was away, and he'd shot up in a sudden growth spurt, leaving him towering a head over me at least. He could barely fit in the wooden desk beside me, leading to a lot of knee-brushing incidents and even a few cases of unintentional footsies. His beautiful glossy shoulder length black hair was gone, cropped short in a way that emphasised his chiselled features and gave him a dangerously sexy look. At least one of our haircuts had worked for the better.

"Hey Cameron," called Tomas Finn, a boy from the reserve who had ended up sitting behind me in nearly every class, and who enjoying launching spit balls at the back of my head with a straw, "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Giggles from the room responded to this. Tomas smirked. I felt my cheeks burn and turned my head toward the window to stare blankly out. Jared's didn't respond to Tomas's comment, nor did his eyes waver from me. But suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses and turned his head.

"Sorry," he murmured, to no one in particular.

But as soon as I turned my eyes back to Mr Broad, seemingly unaffected by the situation at the front of the room, Jared's eyes were back on me. I combed my fingers through my glossy mane of black hair and allowed myself a quick glance. Our eyes met. Quickly, my eyes darted back to the blackboard. Jared smiled.

What was with him? Even in grade three he'd been to cool for me. I didn't even know if he knew my name. I couldn't think of two words we'd exchanged. And now, he couldn't take his eyes off me.

Why?

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I jabbed him with my pencil.

Jared looked down at where the tip of it had dented his perfect, russet coloured skin, puzzled, "What was that for?"

I blushed, though I sincerely hoped he didn't notice. His voice was low so neither Mr Broad nor Tomas could hear, but I noted it was deeper. Sexier. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

He cocked his head, his eyes soft and filled with… I don't know, admiration? It was an adorable look, like the look a puppy gives a small child. "Because I think you're beautiful."

I really blushed now. Jared Cameron, calling me beautiful? I must have been dreaming. "Um…Thanks. I think."

Beautiful? Jeez, that was a long shot. I had the features of a classic La Push girl- big lips, wide cheekbones, small eyes. Thick black hair that now looked like wispy streamers that had been dragged through the dirt. Very traditional, very plain.

Jared cocked his head, "I think?" He sounded slightly confused, off focus.

"Look," I told him, "You don't even know my name. I think it's just a bit strong…"

"What is your name?"

I must of looked bewildered, "Pardon?"

"Your name," he whispered, "I'm Jared Cameron." He waited.

I restrained myself from saying I know.

It was a trick. I remembered what Lana had told me what I'd consulted her about asking him out.

"You?" she'd laughed, "Sorry Kimmy. Not going to happen. You're a nerd. He's a jock, and he's friends with Sam Uley. It'd need to be a crappy movie for it to work out- save yourself the heartache hon."

To which I'd retorted, "So I need to start by getting better friends…" and she'd rolled her eyes and we'd started up some other topic. But it had stuck in my mind. I was a nerd. And he was Jared Cameron. What could he possibly like about me?

So, he'd been set up to make me look like a fool. Probably by Tomas.

Well, I wasn't letting that happen.

"Just quit it," I hissed, and at once I felt guilty. Jared's eyes drooped and he looked away quickly. Well he wasn't staring at me anymore, if that was an improvement. But I suddenly missed it. Even the tiniest idea that Jared might have returned my feelings made my heart soar.

But he never would, would he?

He was Jared Cameron.

I was Kimberly Connweller.

How could it ever work?