Disclaimer: Sadly, I cannot say that I own any of the characters or ideas from Twilight.
Kim
He was back. After more than two weeks of absence, Jarred Thail had finally returned to school. I didn't really like to think about why this news gave me a sudden thrill, because that would mean admitting what I had been trying to hide since elementary school; my big, fat crush him. Yes I, Kim Connweller, honor roll student and band geek extraordinaire had a thing for a boy that had never even bothered to learn my name. I watched, in what I hoped was a discreet manner, as Jarred sashayed his way from the doorway to the back of the English classroom to take his assigned seat next to me.
It took everything in my power to keep my eyeballs in their sockets and my drool in my mouth as I took in the once beautiful boy that was now undoubtedly replaced by well over six feet of gorgeous, muscular man. His soft dark hair, highlighted naturally with several lighter shades of brown, was cut short and his usual grin was replaced with a well-worn grimace. His perfectly-toned muscles had doubled in size much to my ogling pleasure, and his new height made every object in the room suddenly seem tiny and absurd. The only things that had stayed the same were his flawless russet skin and those warm brown eyes that would be so easy to get lost in. You know, if he ever bothered to look my way long enough for me to get lost, or even take a wrong turn.
A large hand grabbed the back of the plastic blue chair to the right of me, and I watched as Jared plopped onto the chair, tossing aside his backpack as he did so. He looked frustrated and his eyes flit from one staring person to the next. Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, I averted my gaze and pretended to be thoroughly engrossed in my old and battered copy of Pride and Prejudice.
Jared
As I walked through the hallway and to my English class, I could hear the whispers of everyone I passed. The rumors were spreading like wildfire, as they so often do. Some said I was on steroids; others were convinced that I was a new gang leader, and my personal favorite was the one where I had spent the past two weeks in rehab. For what addiction, I wasn't quite sure, but I had heard everything for alcohol to crack. Gossip was something that I didn't like to justify with a reaction, but in this case it was becoming more difficult by the minute. I yanked back a cheap plastic chair and plopped onto it, exhausted from endless patrols. I wanted to plug my ears with my fingers and sing obnoxiously so that every word in the room was blocked from my mind, but I didn't need and rumors going around that I had spent those two weeks in the loony bin. So I instead thought of Paul, was still in the woods behind Sam and Emily's house unable to keep tabs on his temper despite the fact that he had turned only three days after me. I chuckled to myself and shook my head; nothing was ever simple or easy with Paul. I tossed my backpack to the side after taking out my literature book, which I clunked onto the two-person table loudly, and I saw the girl next to me jump. A well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice toppled to the floor and she let out a little squeak of surprise. I apologized briefly and was about to roll my eyes at the reaction when I realized that that was by far the cutest sound that had ever reached my ears. Suddenly it was all I could hear; it filled my mind, and all I could think was that I wanted more. I wanted her to say something else; I wanted to hear that beautiful, melodious voice again.
I picked the book delicately, not wanting to harm it, and I turned to get a look its owner… and suddenly I was floating. Anything that had once been important to me, any ties that I had to this world were all severed and reattached to this one flawless, wonderful girl. I drank in her appearance- the first thing I saw were the eyes. They were an inviting and warm dark brown with majestic specs of gold that held me transfixed, and they were matched with a perfect little nose and wonderfully alluring lips, full and red. Her long dark hair was somewhere between dark brown and black, falling in waves down her back and complimenting her flawless bronze skin. I stared at her, completely awestruck, until she blushed and let her hair fall over her face.
"Umm… ex-excuse me?" With those words she immediately had my attention. "Yes?" I asked in a soft voice, still savoring that sound of her voice.
"May I… have my book back please?" I nodded and surrendered it immediately, placing it gently in the palm of her hand.
Kim
The moment I spoke, Jared snapped to attention and he seemed utterly fixated on what I was going to say next. I almost laughed at that though right then and there, but I kept it to myself. People very rarely cared much about what I had to say. I sat in the back, and always did as I was told. The only time I really stood out was when I played my instrument of choice-the French horn. There was nothing that I didn't love about music. School had always come easily to me, and music was the one time that I could be truly challenged. I asked him softly for my book back, and I was surprised when he placed it in the palm of my hand so delicately you would think that it was made of glass.
"Thank you," I muttered softly and turned to face the front of the room again, not wanting to bother him with my presence.
"Anytime," Jared responded with a wink, a thoughtful expression flashing briefly across his face before moving a little closer to me and catching my fleeting gaze. "Has anybody ever told you that you are just… unimaginably beautiful?" He asked me, and I was so shocked that I slid right off of my chair and landed on the floor with a thud before lurching forward and whacking my head on the hard wooded desk in front of me. Pain shot through my head, radiating from the bump forming over my right eye. I blinked away the tears forming over my head and looked up briefly to see that every eye in the entire room was trained on me, watching my every move. That is until Jared stood up from his chair so suddenly that it tipped over behind him, and he turned to poor Mr. Williamson who was sitting at his desk typing away at his computer and said "I'm taking her see the nurse now." With that, he leaned down and scooped me up, carrying me in his arms as if I weighed no more than a feather. I blushed furiously, wishing that I wasn't at the center of this spectacle. He carried me from the room, and I was so wrapped up in the fact that I was actually here, in Jared Thail's arms that I didn't notice the unnatural heat that was radiating from them.
A/N: I really hope that everybody enjoyed this story! I love the idea of telling the story of Jarred and Kim! Personally, I think that Stephenie Meyer should write books telling the stories of all of the members of the pack and their imprints, but seeing as that hasn't happened, everyone on fanfiction does a wonderful job! PLEASE REVIEW!
Tell me your opinion: Do you think that there should be books written about the lives of the wolves and their imprints?