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Cayce = KAY CEE

Rafe = Raff (short for Rafael.)

Kimvisable

1.

KPOV

I know exactly when Kimberley started to fade away. I don't think I'll ever forget. It was October 12, a Tuesday. A typical, normal day for Kim. Or so she thought. She got up like every other day, not even questioning if today would a bad day.

"Beep Beep Beep." The evil box at the corner of my night stand was yelling. "Beep Beep Beep." Six o' clock it glowed. I moaned. Time to get up. I pressed the off button and tried to get out of bed.

I closed my eyes to recap on my dream. Jared was there - of course. We didn't speak, but he was there, in the back round of my dream. This was strange since he's usually the one in front and I'm in the back round somewhere. I saw him watching me, absorbing all off my motions. His face was guarded, slightly scary. But I could never be afraid of Jared. Instantly I felt safe. He didn't need to talk. Having him there was enough.

I smiled to myself. Thinking about Jared was the best part of waking up, and the highlight of my life. I threw off the covers and moaned. Mom forgot to put the heat on, again. It would help if she was ever home. The cold, fall air nipped at my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps.

I rushed to the bathroom and quickly turned on the hot water. I tried to ignore my anger towards my mother. I mean really, could she remember me for once. So I thought about Jared instead. That was my reflex whenever anything went bad or I was mad I just thought about Jared. It really did work, I always felt just a little better. But just like with any other drug my problems didn't go away. But it did help.

My dreams about him where getting really strange lately. More like weird and it kept getting weird. Maybe different is a better word? Not bad but… I don't know, they left me confused.

Usually my dreams about him were more realistic. Where I was watching him, like in real life. Jared at his football games, Jared in history class, Jared walking confidently in the halls. Sometimes there were people; sometimes it was just me and him. But always Jared was the star of the show. He took the lead. And sadly like real life he didn't know I was there, watching. His attention was always somewhere else.

For the past few nights they've been different. Extremely different. Like I'm walking, I don't really remember where, I don't think it matters that much. Well I'm walking and he's watching me. I don't see him but I know he's there. When I do see him stare, his eyes are so fierce and hold almost inhuman concentration. It sends shivers up my spine just thinking about it, even last night. There was a big crowd of people, again I don't know why or where, but he was watching me. Everyone else was walking and going about there lives but he stood there watching and waiting.

But waiting for what? It left me confused .I had absolutely no explanation for it. It didn't make sense to me. I would love for him to look at me but why would he? I was plain. Not exactly the type he goes for. I don't know why he was watching but it made me happy. Like I was worth looking at, like I was the most important person in the world

Ha! Me the most important person in the world. I could settle with just having my mom remember to put on the heat. Or having Nicole not take my car without asking me first. It was MY car after all.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth and changed into my Kim-iform, as Cayce calls it, baggy Levi's, sneakers and a sweatshirt. One thing both my sister and Cayce agreed on was that they hated how I dressed. I didn't care, it was comfortable and I had no one to impress. Well I did, but he didn't notice. I combed my dark brown hair, which at times can be hard since its not only long but thick too. It waves down to my waist.

Once I was finished I looked out side. Great. Nicole did take my car. I couldn't wait until hers was fixed. Or until she could care about someone who wasn't herself. I think the last one was going to take a lot longer.

I put on my heaviest rain jacket (a must in Washington), grabbed two granola bars and started walking the mile to school. Luckily I had my iPod and my inner fantasies of Jared to interrupt the silence. The rain pelted against my jacket. Why couldn't it ever just drizzle here? Cars flew past me. Fortunately I dodged the water they drove through.

As I walked into school I searched the school parking lot for Jared's green Jeep.

It wasn't there.

I felt a flash of disappointment. It was one of the highlights of the school day to see Jared get out of his car. Especially today, since it was raining very hard. He never wore a jacket. The water did, hmm let's say interesting things to his clothes. His shirt would cling to his skinny but toned frame. The rain made his shirt transparent and u can see the out lines of his perfect body. And he would run his hands in his hair trying to shake off the excess wetness. His hair looked even shiner and messy and incredibly sexy.

I involuntarily shook at the thought.

I couldn't help the frown on my face as I entered the building.

I can't believe I missed it. Again I hated the fact that Nicole was such a selfish person.

As I walked to my locker, I saw two people talking in front of it. Mary and Cayce.

Mary Lake transferred from the Makah High School last May. She was always getting suspended for consistently violating the schools dress code, they didn't approve of her black on black on black clothes and for skipping class (only Phys Ed.) I didn't blame her though, I hated gym. So her mom thought it would just be easier to go to another school. Mary wore black trip pants and tight corset styled shirts. Her arms where piled high with black rubber bracelets'. She always wore her black scuffed combat boots (to make her look talk she was short too) every time I saw her,she wore thick black eyeliner (like Cayce) and black lipstick. She had her labret, nose and eye brow pierced. She looked like a model for Hot Topic (that was her favorite store).

Cayce and Mary instantly became friends. Mary was black and depressing where Cayce was colorful and hyper. They balanced each other out. I felt like I was being replaced since Mary had more in common with Cayce then I did. They listened to the same bands (Slipknot, ICP, Incubus, Irion Maiden, Metallica...) and liked to do what I hated (talk about tattoos and piercings).they even finished each others sentences. But Cayce told me that are friendship was forever and she never left me out. Mary just sort off joined are unsocial, social group.

Then Cayce started dating Rafe a month ago.

Rafe Silver was very dramatic, and in my opinion not worth the drama. He considered himself an "artist". He was in (funny enough) drama. He stared in almost all the school plays. How do I know? Cayce made me sit and watch, an hour long monologue that he wrote. He always had a notebook and pen in his hand .So that when he had an idea form his inner most soul (his words not mine) he would be ready to write them down.

Rafe was, as any other Native looked like, tall, darker than most and absolutely DRAMATIC, yes I say dramatic again because he was that theatrical. Although, to say the least, his style wasn't the worst yet. He was the only person I new that wore a brae. And he never and I mean never stopped talking about theater. And as strange as it seems he was straight. No offense.

At first I was jealous of them. Not because they were together intimately. I was pretty sure I didn't like Rafe that way. I was after all in a one sided relationship with Jared. I was happy for them, but I was used to having my best friend to my self. And up until a month ago we were both dateless and never been kissed.

Pathetic I know I've never been kissed. Not that anyone didn't want to kiss me, they did. I had many offers, but I always believed in the perfect kiss. And if anything would be perfect, it had to be with Jared. They both laugh at me for that but I don't care. It's true. Mary calls me a hopeless romantic and I suppose that's true to.

I was afraid things would get awkward with them dating but it wasn't and with Mary joining our group. Mary took an instant liking to me and me to her. I wasn't just nice to her for Cayce's sake, I really did like her. She was interesting and we talked about books, poems and movies. And I trusted Mary with Jared. She didn't really understand why I liked him, but she tried to. And we both didnt understand what Cayce saw in Rafe.

Well I guess we'd have to learn to like Rafe.

"Hey guys." I said as I peel off my now drenched coat.

"Kim!" Cayce and Mary say in unison.

"Ok listen, me and Kay were talking yesterday"- Mary began.

"And we have a solution to your whole Jared problem." Cayce finished. See what I mean about them finishing each others sentences. It can be annoying.

I was distracted as I saw Jared out side his English class, talking to his skank-I mean girlfriend Vanessa. Vanessa was a senior, big chested, small brained. Rumored to put out, first chance she got. I didn't like to judge people. But I also didn't like anyone touching Jared. And she was- repeatedly. I felt violated just watching, but I couldn't look away.

Really was it too much to ask for her to date people in HER own grade. Wasn't it bad enough I had all the freshman, sophomore and junior girls wanting to go out with him? Couldn't I at least get a brake with the senior girls? Was that to much to ask?

Vanessa and Jared have been going out for three months,three horrible, miserable months. Rumor had it that they met at Wesley Arbors annual summer pool party on the north side of LP, and hooked up. She's been clinging to him ever since. It's really disgusting to watch. I was kind of regretting eating my granola bars this morning.

He was hunched over like he was about to be sick. My heart hurt. I hated seeing Jared in less then perfect condition. There was a slight sheen of rain (or was it sweat?) on his forehead. He wore only a tee shirt and shorts. He must be freezing! No wonder he looked so bad, he must be sick.

The little ho- I mean Vanessa was still touching him. I felt a wave of happiness as I seen him shrug her off. With a look of annoyance on his face.

"Hello, earth to Kim!" Mary said waving her hands in my face. She and Cayce looked at what was distracting me.

Jared was walking away while Vanessa shoved her hand around his. I should report her. It's obviously rape.

Wait was he limping? I strained to see if he was.

"See if you were listening, you'd already have a solution; our solution." Mary said pulling me back into reality.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I slammed my locker harder then it needed to be.

"OK I'll start again last night me and Kay were talking and we have a simple solution to the whole

Vanessa and Jared thing." Mary said as she looked at Cayce.

"Vanessa and Jared thing? I asked

"Yes" they both said.

"What?" I asked trying not to sound to interested.

I was curious what could I do about it? I didn't like the girls Jared went out with. But he had the right to date who he wanted. I wouldn't force him to love me. Although I hated all the girls Jared went out with. I felt bad for them; after Jared broke up with them. I think I related to them. Loving Jared and having to see him date girl after girl. He never did date the same girl for long, not for three whole months. But I felt no compassion for Vanessa. I didn't care that I hoped Jared would dump her soon. I didn't wish bad things to happen to her. But I didn't wish her well either.

"Kill her." They both said.

"Hmm" I looked at them. They were both smiling. I smiled back. They understood how much it hurt me to see them together. "Interesting"

"We thought you might like it. Question is…Rat poisoned brownies or a straight up shooting. Maybe a shank stick?" Cayce said I couldn't help it.

"Brownies you say?" I said trying to sound serious.

We all laughed as we went to our first period classes. At least I had my friends. There weird but there mine.

I looked at school this way:

Period 1: Math - with disgusting Paul, who always asks to use something of mine.

Period 2: Math- ugh, another period with Paul.

Period 3: English.

Period 4: Biology.

Lunch

Period 5: History- Jared induced heaven.

Period 6: Art- with Mary.

Period 7: Creative Writing – My favorite.

Luckily Paul had been absent for the last few weeks. Hopefully he'd keep that up. Or better yet, got home schooled. It's not like he did anything anyway, he just sat there behind me and cheated off my paper. He wasn't even crafty about it. He actually asked me to move me head, so he could see better.

I would tell him no, but I'm too much of a push over to say no.

My school day didn't officially start until fifth period.

In the beginning of the school year Mr. Del Sada assigned me to the front of the class, while Jared was at the second to last .I told him that the front made me dizzy. I felt bad for lying, but then I ended up sitting behind Jared. Where I could stare at him and no one would notice.

I got a B in that class .I couldve got an A, but that meant less Jared staring time. That wasn't going to happen. I always made sure to get there early to watch Jared come in. I wasn't going to throw that away to hear Mr. D talk about wars and rebellion. Not that it wasn't interesting. I'm sure it was, if I paid more attention. It's just compared to Jared, very little mattered.

I was surprised to see that he was already there. He had his head down and he had his arms around himself. He looked so weak and fragile. His dark hair spilled across the small wooden desk.

A strangled sound came out of my mouth. Almost inaudible. I felt so helpless seeing him there, and not being able to help him.

The class started but he didn't move. About half way through the class Mr. D asked me a question. I didn't even notice. I was so wrapped up in watching Jared, that I didn't hear him. I was so worried my hands were shaking slightly. My face was getting hot .I was getting more and more stressed. My stomach was in knots and I was biting my lip so hard, I was sure I'd taste blood soon. Jared hadn't moved one inch from where he first was. I strained my ears to hear his breathing, it was uneven. I felt a flash of heat surround my body. I didn't know what to do .Should I say something? What if Jared was just sleeping? And I would always be that freaky girl who freaked out in class. But what if it was serious?

Thankfully Mr. D saw that I was looking at Jared.

"Mr. Knight?" Mr. D said. It sounded like he was concerned too.

Jared slowly lifted his head. The whole class was watching him. I wish I could see his face, to see if he was alright. All I got was the back of his head.

"Are you alright? Do you need to go to the nurse?" Mr. D said

Jared just stood there for awhile and weakly shook his head. He hesitantly got up, grabbed his back pack and left class.

My heart SHATTERED.