Disclaimer: The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer I don't own. Blah, Blah, Blah...

Everyone, please be gentle to little me. This is my first story and if you have any constructive critisism it would be appriciated. And I'm terribly sorry is there is any spelling errors. I don;t have spell check so I'm bound to make mistakes.

Anyway...This is a story on the love between Kim anf Jared. I hope you enjoy this little begining chapter.(:

-Your dearest Squirrel

"Get a hold of yourself, Kimmy. You know he will never want you. Get over it." Alisha said.

My eyes tore away from Jared and I glared at her.

Who said I even want him? I hate how she just assumes things like this. It's not like I'm in love with him. It's just a innocent little attraction. Right?

I stared off into space, but was soon brought back to reality by Ali's voice.

"Come on Kim. He's popular and the school player. You think he would want you? Or any of our little so called friends?" Pause. "I think not. Kimberly, your obsession is a little creepy. You look at him whenever you get a chance. He prolly think your some creeper, Did you ever think of that?"

Huh, guess not. He probably does think I'm some creepy little girl who is a little to interested in him. But I don't look at him 24/7, do I?

Of course you do!

Uhg! That may be true, but I am not obsessed.

"Kim?"

My eyes shot up to see none other than Paul. Another one of the school players and a friend of the gorgeous Jared.

"What?" I growled glaring at him. He was an ass to me all these years and I wasn't going to be sweet to him after what he has done to me.

Paul raised his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I was just going to ask you if I coud have a pencil but whatever. I see that you would rather have me leave. So bye Kim." He said and headed over to his seat.

Damn. Now I feel like a bitch. All he wanted was a pencil and I had to be all bitchy and spit in his face.

STOP BEING SORRY!

I guess I really shouldn't feel sorry for what he did to me. No one deserves a second chance after that.

*Flashback*

I was walking up to the school to be stopped by Paul.

I was so excited because no popular kid fromt his school has ever talked to me. I was just happy. I thought that maybe he wanted me to be apart of the popular group.

I was so fucking stupid.

"Hey. Kimberly right?" I nodded in response. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me tonight. I mean, we should just get to know each other and stuff. So are you up to it?" He asked.

I was so shocked. Paul wanted to date ME?

I cleared my throat. "Sure." I managed to gasp out.

Paul smiled. It was a secretive smile and I was a little taken back. I started to regret agreeing to this and I opened my mouth, but was stopped by his voice.

"Great! I'll meet you at First beach at 7pm!" He exclaimed and ran off to his friends.

When my alarm rung, indicating it was 7, I put on a red sun dress and walked off to First Beach. I looked around and only noticed two parents with their children walking by the water. I smiled and dreamt of when I will be married with little kids, but was soon taken away from my thoughts by someone kissing me. I opened my eyes to see Paul. I whimpered when he started to move his hand all over my body. I was so scared of what he was going to do. No one has ever done this before. His hands reached my breasts and he squeezed. I felt his other hand go down to my private areas and he started to rub along my frabric covered core. I panicked and kicked him where it hurts. I ran when he doubled over. I got home and cried my eyes out until I eventually went to sleep.

*End of flashback*

I cringed at the thought of what he could've done if I didn't get away.

Alisha sighed. "You really should stop being so scared around Paul. He wouldn't do anything stupid. I know what he did was terrible, but it's not like it's going to happen again. It's been 2 years for gosh sakes!" She whispered.

I knew she was right, but I couldn't forget what happened. It will haunt me forever and I can't do anything about the thoughts that come into my mind as he approaches. I just hope the therapy helps. It's helped me a little. It's helped me be able to be around him without running away in fear.

"Kimberly Connweller! I asked you a question!"

I looked up to see my teacher glaring at me. I blushed in embarrassment.

"Can you say the question again?" I asked.

I heard some people snicker and it just made me blush a deeper red that probably looks stupid on my russet colored skin.

Ms. Stanley sighed and repeated herself."I said, who was the author of A Christmas Carol ?"

My brain searched for the answer. " Charles Dickens." I answered proudly.

Ms. Stanley nodded. "Now class..." I cut everyone out and got out my sketch pad.

I started to sketch portaits of Jared. His cropped black hair, his rounded muscles, his...

"Kim?"

I quickly covered my paper and looked up to see who it was.

Jared.

I blushed furiously as I realised he probably saw my portrait of him that I drew. I looked at him, confusion written all over my face, but soon realized to reason of his talkng to me. Class was over.

Damn it. I quickly got everything organized and jumped out of seat and ran out the door.

When I looked back I saw Jared with a sad, disappointed look on his beautiful face.

A/N- I am sorry if I didn't do a very good job. I try though. I hope you liked it. Review! It was make me feel happy.(: