Another Act of Aggression

Summary: Just because Jared imprinted on her doesn't mean Kim has to like it…at first.

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Chapter 2: You Can't Remember the Question

I ran down the hallway, pushing past people, and bowling over anything in my way.

The reason for my running? Jared Cree.

Ever since he had looked at me funny during History he hadn't stopped talking to me…or attempting to talk to me. I kept shooting him down and ignoring him for the rest of the period. I mean, it was weird. Why would he be talking to me? And quite honestly I didn't want to talk to him. I'd never really liked him and I don't quite understand his sudden interest in me. Maybe he's playing some sort of mean trick on me? Or a bet with his douche friends? …a sudden onslaught of amnesia? I'm not sure what, but it makes me wary…

So when the bell rang I shot up and bolted. I didn't think he'd follow me, I was sure he wouldn't follow me. Well, that boy is full of surprises. Do you know what he did? He followed me.

No, seriously. He's running down the hallway, following me, as we speak.

"Hey! Wait up! Let me talk to you for a sec!" He's catching up. I made the mistake of looking back and ended up tripping over somebody's foot. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the impact. It never came.

I opened an eye and looked at the floor, a foot from my face. I hadn't realized I was breathing hard until the floor started getting farther away. "You should really watch your step." Was that blue linoleum tile talking to me?

Oh, it was Jared.

I know this because he was currently holding onto both my arms, keeping me and my face from meeting the floor. It was really uncomfortable dangling over the ground with my arms in his crazy hot vice-grip.

When I was finally upright I noticed Jared still had his hands around my forearms. Oh, and I also noticed that Jared is stupidly tall. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating. I'm only 5'5'' so I'd guestimate that he's 6'3''? But my point still stands!

…and he still hadn't let go.

"Uhm…could you…let go…of me?" Why did that come out as a question? It should've been an order. But he was staring at me all weird again, making me nervous…and I think he just smelled my hair?

Ok, creepy.

A sad, heartbroken look passed over his face and for a moment I felt bad, but it was gone in an instant. He let me go, much more slowly than I would've liked, with that look still on his face. I wouldn't let Jared's weirdness make me feel guilty because, one: I don't like feeling guilty and two: who the hell does he think he is making me feel guilty.

Oh, and I just remembered, he's blackmailing me with my crush on Paul.

'But maybe if you're nice to me, I won't tell him…' I hadn't forgotten that yet.

I looked off to the side and composed myself, chewing on my bottom lip while I thought of what to say to him to make that look on his face change and to leave me alone. I really didn't want him to tell Paul so that meant I'd have to 'be nice' to him, but I also didn't want to have to be 'be nice'( or anything) to him.

"What's your name?" I looked up to him, a little startled. I hadn't expected him to speak. I forgot for a second that he's been doing that a lot recently.

He doesn't even know my name.

For some odd reason this upset me a little. I've gone to school with Jared since the second grade, I've sat near him in almost every class we've had together because of our last names( Connweller, Cree ), and we've lived on the same block since I was born. The fact that I'm a little upset is pretty justifiable, I think.

The next thing I said to him I couldn't have stopped if I tried. "Fuck off, Jared."

I left with all my anger wrapped around me, too pissed to even care about the pathetic look on his face. I didn't even care if he told Paul…I'd care later, but right then I couldn't care less.

Besides, I was late for 6th period.


I was at my locker after school, shoving books and such into my bag when a shadow fell over me.

I'll give you three guesses as to who it is?

"What do you want Jared?" He gave me this stupid grin in response. I'm really starting to hate him. Then I remembered what happened an hour ago and got mad all over again. I set my face into a pout and slammed the locker door closed. I didn't wait for him to answer the question as I bolted yet again from his presence.

I probably would have made it to the doors if Jared hadn't gotten to me first. And by 'gotten' I mean he practically jumped me and wrapping his arms around me, picking me up. I've never been 'gotten' like this before.

"What the hell! Put me down!"

"Kim! Please, just let me talk to you!" I went limp in his arms. He knew my name? Since when? Since I wasn't struggling anymore he loosened his grip, but didn't let go. And since I wasn't struggling anymore I could feel the intense heat of his body pressed against my back. I-I…I feel a bit uncomfortable.

"If you want to talk, then talk." It came out colder and steadier than I expected.

He was silent for a moment, stunned perhaps by my coldness. "Did you know I had to ask Paul for your name?" So that's how he knew it. "I feel bad for not knowing it…especially when Paul told me you've been in our class for years." The remorse I heard in his voice felt surprisingly real, like it hurt him to know he'd ignored me since forever. Why was he suddenly feeling bad for something like that?

"Why are you doing this?" I've been wanting to know. What's his motive?

He turned me around, so that I was facing him or rather his chest, and held onto my shoulders. The blistering heat from his hands seeped into my skin. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. I tentatively looked up, not sure what I'd find on his face.

I wasn't expecting to see such smoldering eyes looking at me. Nobody has ever looked at me with such an expression. I didn't like it.

"Kim," he said my name so carefully, like it was something precious and he was caressing it with his mouth. "I need…yo-…to talk to you, about something…and I know this won't make any sense, at all, but I want get to know you. If you'll give me the chance?" I really, really wasn't expecting that. And since I wasn't expecting it, I didn't know what to say.

I just stared at his face, so full of earnest hope, and felt a horrible tugging in my chest. I didn't understand any of this. Why was he doing this?

"I-…Jared. I don't know why you're doing this…but, could…could you please stop?" He looked heartbroken again. "And besides, you already know I like Paul."

As soon as I said Paul's name, his grip on my shoulders tightened painfully. The bruising force he used made me yelp in surprise and pain. He released me immediately, as if burned by my skin and looked absolutely, inconsolably remorseful. His eyes were wide with frantic worry.

"Oh my god, Kim! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry. Shit!" He reached for me again, checking to see if he did any serious damage. As soon as he touched me again I whipped out of his grasp.

I didn't want him touching me again. Or ever.

I pushed him away with all my might, not that it did much, and kicked him in the shin. I think I broke my toe, but I didn't care. My indignation allowed me to push past the pain as I turned away from him and limped-ran out of the school doors. I heard his muffled yell through the doors, "Kim!" but I ran away as fast as I could in the direction of my house.

I hadn't really known Jared for more than 2 hours and he'd already hurt me, bruised me, and broken me.