Disclaimer: I do not any of the Twilight characters or anything involving the Twilight Saga. They belong to Stephenie Meyer, of course. This is just my take on how Kim and Jared may have noticed each other.
Kim & Jared
Noticed"Miss Connweller? Miss Connweller?"
I was too busy daydreaming to notice that the teacher was trying to get my attention. I felt someone poke me in the back and I whipped my head up, startled out of my latest fantasy.
"Nice of you to join us, Miss Connweller," the teacher said sarcastically. She turned back to face to the board and finished writing down the rest of the notes that I was supposed to be copying.
I rolled my eyes at his back before turning around in my seat to thank the girl who sat behind me, my best friend, Sarah. She grinned and went back to taking notes.
Turning back around, I glanced at across the row to the seat that was occupied by Jared, the star of my daydream, and the reason why I could never pay attention in this class. He's been all I can think about lately.
I had never really noticed him before this year, even though we had been in classes together before. This was the first year we had sat near each other. We were usually seated on opposite sides of the room.
But when I did start noticing him, boy, did I notice. He had grown up this year, towering over all of the girls and most of the boys, too. His black hair was shorter and it looked good.
As if he felt my stare, Jared started to pick his head up. I turned away hurriedly, looking at the blank page of my notebook. Luckily the bell rang then. I quickly gathered up my books and rushed out of the class, heading towards the parking lot.
I got to the parking lot way before Sarah did. She gave me a ride home almost every day. I sat on the bench on the grass near her car, waiting.
A couple minutes later, Sarah showed up. "What did you do, sprint here?" she asked jokingly, "Are you trying to get on the track team or something?" Sarah always made stupid, corny jokes like that.
"Oh yeah, definitely," I said. She unlocked the car and we both got in. She turned on the radio, and squealed when she heard her favorite song of the week. She blasted it, singing along off-key. I didn't mind: this gave me more time to think of the one thing (well, person) that was never far from my mind.
That night, I dreamed about Jared.
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