Holding you close: A Jared and Kim story.

Disclaimer; I do not own twilight, or any of the characters.

A/N; This is my first time at writing a fanfic. Good, bad, worth continuing? I won't know if you don't review ;)

I picked up the blue covered biology book shoved in the back corner of my locker and closed the door shut. I sighed as I rubbed my bruised backside. It hadn't been a good morning. My stupid alarm clock had been set fifteen minuets behind, the shower was freezing cold because dad forgot to pay the bill, I lost my footing coming out of the shower resulting in a bruised bottom, and to top it all off, I hadn't eaten because I was late for school.

Breath Kim, just breath. Everything's going to be alright. Because you know what today is Kim? It's the first day back at school after Christmas break. The day you can make a new impression, start fresh, no more invisible innocent Kim. I looked down to my shoes and rolled my eyes, yeah right. Like that was going to happen.

"Wow! Don't you just look captivating this morning," I spun around quickly to face a boy with slightly tousled, bed-ridden hair wearing a grin on his face.

"I could say the same too you, bed head." I chuckled admiring the new look my best friend was supporting.

Seth had been my best friend since we were in diapers. I was been playing alone in the sandpit when a young boy sat beside me. He got up, violently tugged at my hair and pushed me face down into the sand. He took off in a flash but not before taking my favourite toy red truck with him, leaving poor baby version Kim, face down in the sand, crying. A little while later I heard a pair of feet climbing in to the sand box, fearing the bully was back for round two, the tears came streaming down my face harder and stronger.

"Don't cry," a soft voice cooed,

"I got your truck back for you," a mini Seth said as he helped me up and shoved the plastic red truck right in my face. In a split second the tears stopped and I grabbed the tuck looking up at him and the ginormous smile on his face. Ever since than, we've been inseparable.

"So how about you and I go grab something to eat? I have a free first period," he suggested waving a set of jingling keys in front of my eyes grinning.

I squealed, "Seth! You got your license?" He'd been trying last summer to get his license and he had finally got it! Oh, this was going to be so cool.

"Yep," He returned popping the 'p', "So, how about it? You, me, a table, two chairs and some food?" He asked again, "I'll drive," he sing-sung his eyes gesturing towards the keys still hanging in mid air.

"As much of I would love to be the first of your friends to drive with you on this momentous occasion, my education awaits," I said waving my thick biology text book in front of his face.

My stomach loudly growled catching the attention of a pair of students walking past. Oh gosh, that was embarrassing.

"On the other hand, grab me something?" I asked looking back to him.

He laughed, "Sure Kim."

I was the first student to get to biology and took a seat at the third row of benches. The bell rang, and the class hurried through the door, taking up the surrounding seats and filling the room until there were only a few seats spare.

Timothy, a guy I guess you could say I became acquainted with last year, sat down next to me. He had tutored me in physics and was probably the only reason I had passed the class.

"Hey Kimberly," Timothy said using my full name like always.

"Hi Tim," I politely returned with a kind smile. I felt sorry for him as he didn't have many friends, which is probably the reason why I put up with him. That, and he was a brainy kid. He would probably help me pass this class, same as physics (or some sentence to that affect).

"Did you enjoy your holidays, Kimberly?" He questioned, unpacking his books from his backpack and placing them on the bench in front of us.

"Yeah, I did," I nodded, fiddling with my hands. I wasn't really good with small talk. I relied hugely on the other person to keep talking or asking questions because I usually couldn't come up with anything.

"That's good Kimberly," Oh geez, this kid was going to drive me crazy this year if he kept using my full name like that. It's not that I have a problem with my full name, I don't, it's just the way he says it makes it seem so formal and proper.

"So did yo-" he began, but was interrupted by a man, presumably the teacher, walking in whilst unbuttoning his green and brown checked blazer ad clearing his throat loudly, gaining the attention of the entire class. The man stood in front of us, perched behind his desk.

"Good morning class, and welcome to Biology," the man begun, his eyes scanning across the faces of the class. "I'm Mr. Feldhoff." Mr. Feldhoff looked to be in his late 50's, his face was aged, his grey hair was neatly combed back, and he wore glasses that hung around his neck on a thin gold chain.

"I will be your Biology teacher for the remainder of this year," his strong English accent boomed. "I trust you all had a relaxing Christmas break and are keen and ready to start the new trimester," He continued, arousing a few groans and sighs from various places in the room. "Today well be starting off with the digestive system," He grunted handing a pile of objective sheets to the boy sitting closest to him. "Take one and pass them on," He ordered gesturing to the sheets. "Who can tell me the roles that physical and chemical digestion undertake?" Tim's hand shoot up straight in the air, and I internally groaned.

This was going to be a long year.

"Physical and chemical digestion first occurs in the mouth..." Tim said matter-of-factly, his voice fading to the back of my mind.

I exhaled propping my elbow up on my table and resting my chin in the palm of my hand. I scanned the faces of the class to see who else would be sharing the delightful insights of Mr. Feldhoff this class.

Seated at the front row sat Jessica, Brittany and Monique, the three girls I guess you could class as the "It Girls". They were the ones who were always gossiping constantly and wearing the latest brands, even though this was La Push.

Before my eyes made it to the back of the classroom, I noticed Alex, Michael, Steve, Sarah and her twin Anna, Rose and Gabbie along with a few more faces that I recognized, but never really had any contact with.

In the back corner of the room sat Quil and Jacob, some of Seth's family friends. They were nice enough guys, from what little conversation I'd heard about them. I still hadn't gotten use to seeing them without Embry, their other friend. Embry hadn't been hanging out with them for a while now. In the middle of the holiday break, he got really sick, and when he got better, he starting hanging out with a new group of friends and distanced himself away from Quil and Jacob. The boys got really worried about him, and began thinking that he was getting involved in drugs or something. But from what I can remember of Embry, he didn't seem like the type of guy to get involved in that sort of thing. He was such a nice funny guy, it just seemed to go against his personality. It was all everyone was talking about at the moment.

The last few weeks of school at the end of the term had been really strange. Two of the boys in our year got really sick and never returned to school. Seth said he overheard a few people talking, saying they saw them in the woods, wearing nothing but shorts, with an older guy. From what I can tell, no one really knows if there coming back. I hope they are... well at least I hope one of them is. Jared. Jared and Paul. That's the name of the guys who just disappeared. I guess you could say, I have a slight attraction for Jared. Okay, maybe it's more of a crush, but I'm fairly sure he's never noticed me before. Or never will. Apart from the occasionally, "Hey, could I borrow a pencil?" and, "Hey, what was last nights homework again?" I doubt he even knew my name.

I wonder if they'll come back this year?

A loud knock came from the door pulling me from my thoughts. A tall, tanned, muscular boy with short black hair stood in the door way.

My mouth dropped opened.

Well I guess that just answered my question, because none other than Jared Thail was standing in the door way shifting uncomfortable. One hand clutching his books and the other rubbing the back of his neck.

Oh boy.