Summary: We all know the drill with Kim and Jared by now, right? Popular boy Jared imprints on shy 'alternative' dressing Kim. If that's what you're looking for, you may as well click the back button right now. In this version, Kim and her half-sister, Serena, are the school bad-asses. Jared is still the big man on campus, but he views these two with nothing but disgust and they know it. So how the heck is this imprinting going to work?
Prologue: Serena's comfortable in Cali with her mother and stepfather. At least until her stepfather 'persuades' her mother to send Serena to La Push, Washington, where she'll be 'better adjusted'.
Those Bad, Bad Bearheart Girls
Prologue- You're Sending Me WHERE?!
The idyllic stillness of the Modesto suburb was broken by the loud roar of a motorcycle coming down the street at three in the morning. The rider pulled up to a house and stubbed a cigarette out with the pointy toe of a stiletto. She walked into the house to find the living room lights on, and her mother and stepfather giving her identical looks of concern. "Good morning," she greeted civilly.
"Serena, we need to talk," her mother, Elise, said softly.
"Okay, I'm listening." Serena flopped down on the couch, and ran a dark caramel hand through thick black curls.
"We're sending you to live with your father," her stepfather, Jamal said firmly.
A perfectly arched brow began its slow ascent into her hairline. "You're doing what?" Serena asked tonelessly.
"We've tried so hard, and we just think you'd be better adjusted living with your father and Lisa," Elise explained, looking to Jamal for confirmation.
"Serena, we just can't keep you in line."
Serena folded her arms. "And what does that mean exactly? I've made the honor roll since kindergarten, my teachers love me."
"Serena, a normal sixteen-year old does not come tearing up the street at three in the morning." Jamal's lip curled. "Nor does she drink, smoke and curse like a soldier. Nor does she spend her time with a group of bikers who are at least ten to twenty years older than her."
"So, in an effort to get me to 'behave', you're sending me someplace where there is no possible way for me to get in trouble because there isn't a damn thing I can do there?" Serena shrugged. "Whatever gets me away from you, Jamally boy."
"You will not disrespect me in this house." Jamal said firmly.
"I sure won't, because you've succeeded in getting rid of me. I guess congratulations are in order," Serena hissed, sneering. "When do I leave?"
Jamal clenched his fists, trying to keep his calm. "End of the week. The school has already sent your transcript."
"Whatever." Serena headed up to bed without a second glance at her teary eyed mother, or pissed off stepfather. Once in her room, she sent out a mass text about the new development and turned off to bed.
End Prologue
AN: Well? What did you guys think? I know there was nothing recognizable in this chapter, but I'm just setting the stage for what's to come. As always, read and review!