Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
edited 5/21/11
September 1st, 2011
It was the first day of her last year of high school. To say Kim was excited might be an understatement. She was so ready to see everyone she had missed over the summer. So many girlfriends that she needed to catch up with. Even Kyle was excited. They had made up later that night, both apologizing for acting so 'short' and 'immature' as their father called it. Kyle had previously, with the help of Paul of course, done nonstop annoying boy chatter, as she dubbed it, for the three hours it took to clean the bathroom. They both made sure to shout loud enough that Kim couldn't take the desperate nap she deserved until apologies were dished out. She had explained that she was running on absolutely no sleep and Kyle explained that he just didn't want to clean. Paul had no excuse, but he never really needed one; a natural born asshole if Kim even knew one.
Despite her complaints during the school year, she missed having homework. She missed having something to occupy her day during the week. She especially missed a few of the teachers that literally lit up when they talked about their subject. This year, she didn't have to take gym either, which only made her schedule that much better. She wasn't athletically gifted like her brother, but that didn't mean she tripped over thin air. She just had no interest in running around getting sweaty just for the 'fun' of it.
"Kyle, you better not be late on our fist day!" Kim called as she walked past the closed bathroom door they both shared. Despite having considerably less hair then his sister, Kyle tended to spend a good amount of time in his mornings just styling his hair so that it 'flipped' the right way. Kim didn't understand, girls liked him regardless of whether he showered or not, but he claimed it was important to take care of one's appearances. She was not going to argue with him after the middle school stage when he didn't shower for days unless forced.
She didn't trust him though. Kyle was notorious for being unreliable. He constantly bailed on plans and usually arrived a good ten minutes late to anything he actually did commit too. It was just his nature; he didn't take things seriously unless it involved his music. Kim had already worked it out with Laura that they would arrive to school together on the first day. After that, Kim would drive Kyle and her to school for the rest of the year. Walking into her room and grabbing her backpack, which was considerably lighter then it normally would be during the school year, Kim sprayed some perfume Kyle had told her smelt good and made her way to the front porch to wait for her friend.
Paul was sitting on his section of the porch, probably waiting for Kyle to give him a ride. Kim sat beside him, smiling despite their past vocal confrontations the day before. "I'm so excited for school!" she gushed, ignoring the look he was giving her.
"Yeah, you might just be the only one," he noted dryly as he stared off at the road.
"Aren't you excited to see all our friends?" she asked raising her eyebrows. While she and Paul didn't quite get along, many of her friends thought he was hot. Laura especially loved his 'toned' arms. What Kim would give to understand what her friends and family saw in the jerk.
"Yeah, you could say that," he smirked as she waggled his eyebrows. Gross, she thought. He was referring too many of her friends that he intended to snag before the year was over. Earlier this week, Kyle had accidentally slipped that a major bet was going around that the boy that hooks up with the most girls possible this year would win something big. Kyle wouldn't tell her what the prize was, because he had mostly wanted to warn Kim that she should be careful, but basically got chewed out for being such an insensitive jerk.
"You're such a dog."
"Wanna taste sweetheart?" he asked with a knowing smirk. He knew she was pissed off. It literally made his day when they fought. She turned away from him, disgusted that she even thought to try today. It always ended the same when they talked.
Thankfully, Laura pulled up into the driveway and honked despite seeing both teens on the porch. She waved to Paul while Kim ignored him and stepped into the passenger seat. "Hey."
Laura responded with an exuberant, "Hello!" she put the car in reverse before stopping again, "Do you think he needs a ride?" she asked pointing to Paul who was watching the pair with boredom.
Kim shook her head, determined to keep Paul away from her and her friend, "Kyle's taking him, I think he mentioned going and getting doughnuts on the way or something, so don't worry about it."
Laura nodded, not doubting Kim's words for a second. She continued to back out of driveway and make the five minute drive to school. Sure they could walk, but why would they when it rains almost every other day? Plus they were seniors now, only freshmen and sophomores without rides walked to school. It was a right of passage. "Today will be so great!"
Kim smiled and agreed, "I know, I can't wait. I can just tell, this year will be different!"
When the pair made it to the high school a few minutes later, Laura parked the car in the front row and the two exited the car. Sharing a look of pure excitement, they entered the main doors together and smiled when they saw their regular group of friends already congregated at a table. This year would be different, she thought to herself with a smile.
(Later that day)
Lunch was probably her favorite meal of the day. The cafeteria at school was nothing special, but Kim adored spending time with her friends. The morning had gone well. She had a few classes with Laura, and her locker was by anther friend. Over all, things had gone well. She didn't have any homework either. As per tradition, all her girlfriends spent the first day checking out all the boys that returned cute or 'better looking' from the summer.
Allison, a girl Kim shared homeroom with discreetly pointed to the lunch line where Kyle and his friends stood. "Kim, your brother really filled out!" she squealed. Kim felt disgust flow through her system. "Ew Allie, that's my brother! Pick someone else!"
Laura of course picked her boyfriend, Greg who sat at their table. All the girls rolled their eyes at the couple who had begun dating early junior year. Laura also pointed at Luke Roberts, and of course all the girls began talking about the gossip. The rumors were that Luke and Kim had a secret relationship, but didn't want to anger Chelsea. If Kim could punch Laura, she would. The only reason people thought that was because Laura did nothing to correct the other gossipers. And since Laura was Kim's declared best friend, everyone just assumed Laura had the inside scoop. It baffled Kim how a literal five minute conversation about potatoes in a grocery store turned into such wild rumors. She needed to steer her friends on to safer waters. Another, quieter girl, Lily that Kim shared English with, seemed to notice her aggravation for she pointed to Jamie Wood.
Kim wanted to kiss the girl. All her girlfriends all squealed when they noticed the boy sitting down a few tables away. Jaime had always been a pretty boy, but now he was a sexy pretty boy. His dark skin was graced with a tattoo and he seemed to have gotten his ears pierced over the summer. Kim couldn't deny how indescribably attractive he'd become. It seemed the tattoo really rubbed her the right-
All the girls were interrupted of their view of Jaime when Greg waved to a boy heading over to her table. "Jared, how was your summer?"
Kim shared a look with Laura. Jared Thail had graced the table with his enamoring presence. This boy, would most likely be homecoming King if La Push had school dances. He was loved by most if not all the guys in the school. And he certainly had no problem handling female attention either.
Jared was always her favorite boy to look at on the first day. He just seemed to get more and more attractive each year. He had the kind of hair Kyle tried to have. It was shaggy, but looked sexy as far as she was concerned. His dark russet skin always gleamed as if he just came from a day in the sun; which really didn't happen much in La Push.
Jared did a little wave at the table, "Hey. Greg man, it was good. Can't complain."
Kim zoned out the rest of the conversation as did most of the table. She was content discreetly checking out Jared, and all his glory. Laura seemed to agree, for she giggled a few times when Greg ushered her into the conversation.
When Jared finally left to sit with his actual friends, Kim couldn't help but think the up coming year would be very interesting with all the very cute boys returning to school.
1 ½ months later: October 20th, 2007, Friday
Ring Ring
Kim grabbed her phone glancing at the number before hesitantly picking up. It wasn't on he caller ID so she could wind up being on the receiving end of a prank or stupid donation call. Should she pick up or ignore? Taking a chance she clicked the answer button on her phone and said rather hesitantly, "Hello?"
"Kim! Hey!" a low male voice answered. Kim was confused. Who was this?
She paused for a moment; unsure of who she was talking to, but figured it would eventually come to her, "Uh, hey."
A rich laugh could be heard on the other line, "It's Luke. Sorry, I got your number from your friend Laura. I hope you don't mind," he babbled.
Kim frowned slightly, unsure of how she felt that her friend was giving out her number. Even if it was to cute boys like Luke, it's the fact that she didn't ask Kim first. Girl code.
"Uh Kim? You still there? I didn't dial the wrong number did I?" he spoke quickly, as if he was nervous.
"No, no this is the right number," Kim mentally smacked herself at how stupid she must sound.
"Well, I called to ask if you heard about the party at my place tonight?"
Of course Kim had heard of the party. Luke was one of those guys that ruled the school. Though trying to channel what Laura would do in this situation, Kim decided to play dumb. "Um no actually." She scratched her neck; nervous at the risk she was taking in feigning stupidity.
"Really? That's odd, because Kyle's band is playing. Anyway, I just thought I would see if you would stop by. I'm sure you're busy, but it would be great if I saw you tonight. You're the only person who hasn't bugged me about Chelsea. And I wanted to make it up to you, because it really means a lot to me."
"Ohh, well I have…umm…plans tonight." She lied as she stared out the window into the forest.
"Ohh." He sounded so dejected. Kim felt her stomach turn into knots and before she could stop herself, she quickly added, "It wouldn't hurt to just stop by though right? I bet I can find some time to say a quick hello!"
"Exactly! Well, I better go get the house ready. I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight. Bye!"
He hung up before she could answer.
"Kyle! Hurry Up!" Kim hollered as she climbed into the small car they shared. Lola.
"God calm down! Let me just find the keys."
Kim huffed as she fiddled with the ruffles on her dress. It was navy blue, with skinny white strips throughout the dress. It was the only semi-formal yet the only not embarrassing dress she owned. Being the only girl in a house of males, it was hard to receive clothes you would actually wear in public from said males. Her dad tried, but he gave up years ago and now just gave her gift cards to Seattle. Linda had actually picked out the dress, but Kim decided to ignore that tiny fact.
Kyle came out, with dark jeans and a navy polo. As he entered the car, Kim coughed from the strong aroma of cologne he put on. "How can you wear that?" she asked.
"Well I gotta stay fresh, Kimmy," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
She only shook her head as she stared out the window. Kyle started the car, and pulled out of the driveway. He decided to take the main road, which led through the town.
They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the soft music playing through the speakers.
As they passed the town grocery store, Kyle suddenly pulled over. "I have to pick something up," He muttered as he ran out the car door and into the store.
Shifting in her seat, Kim noticed movement in the forest located across from the store. Turning her gaze, she noticed Sam Uley pull up his truck to the side of the road. Curious, she watched as none other than Jared Thail climbed into his truck.
Shocked, Kim blinked a few times, confused as to why Jared Thail of all people was getting a ride from Sam Freaking Uley.
She never thought Jared would follow Sam. She actually knew Jared. They had been lab partners in Science last year for a quarter. Although Kim did most of the work, while Jared goofed off with his friends, she knew he was not the type to conform to being Sam's mind slave. At least, she thought he would never become Sam's mind slave.
Kim glanced at the side view mirror only to discover she was blushing. Damn! She thought she had gotten over Jared, especially after he totally ignored her this past year. During their chemistry class, she had realized she liked Jared. His easy-going attitude and carefree nature helped her relax. It didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes too! But he didn't seem to notice her at all.
The problem was that he just didn't care about anything. Or maybe he just doesn't care about school, hence explaining why she was left to do almost all the work last year. Or maybe he just didn't care about her, also explaining why he let her do all the work. Kim frowned as she watched Sam's truck pull off and ride off into the distance. Even though she knew Jared, she honestly knew nothing about him.
She was shocked to find how disappointed she was that Jared was hanging out with Sam. Sam Uley was pretty much the root of all drama as far as she was concerned. It stung a bit that Jared was now apparently friendly enough with Sam to get random rides around the Rez. Shaking her head, Kim decided tonight she would have fun and keep her mind firmly off Jared, and Sam.
Her ship may have sunk with Jared, and it was obvious she was still suffering from unrequited love. But she would be damned if tonight she didn't have a little fun. And maybe with someone who actually paid attention to her. Possibly, a certain Mr. Luke Roberts. They had flirted for months. He tended to flirt with girls in general, but his steady affections were starting to make Kim turn into a silly school girl.
Luke's house was on the edge of the reservation; practically in Forks. While no one was technically considered wealthy in the Rez, Luke's family was definitely living comfortably; more so than Kim's neighborhood.
Kim shifted as they approached what she assumed was Luke's house. Kyle pulled over and jumped out of the car. Looking around, Kim stared in confusion, "Are you sure you know where his house is? None of these houses look like a party is going on?" She questioned. And it was true. All the houses had no lights on, and the street was silent, void of music. She may not party much with her peers, but even she knew that most parties required music.
Kyle only shook his head. "Kimmy," he pauses, as if constantly surprised by how naive she was, "the party's down the street. This is as close as I can park." She followed his gaze and noticed that in fact, dozens of cars were parked along both sides of the road for a few blocks.
Blushing and looking away, Kim got out of the car and followed her brother. The cool October air sent shivers down her spine, causing her to break out in goose bumps all along her arms and legs. Feeling slightly nervous, she kept fidgeting her arms back and forth across her body, as if uncomfortable with how she looked all of a sudden, while also trying to stay warm. What if no one else dressed up? Would she look stupid? Kyle hadn't said anything, but did that mean she dressed well or not? Does it even matter? Kim frowned at how ill prepared she was for this party. Her very first one in years, because the ones back in middle school don't count.
Kyle noticing her discomfort and smirked, "Aww is wittle Kiim nervous for her first house party?" he mocked.
Kim glanced up, glaring at her brother, "You wish."
"Just find the booze right away, to help you loosen up," he responded with a pat on her back as they slowly made their way to Kyle's house.
"Booze?" She asked with raised eyebrows. Would Luke really host that type of party?
"You know; 'Al-co-hol," he said, with air bubble quotations. Kyle frowned at his sister, once again wondering to himself whether taking her to Luke's house would be such a good idea. Some of his friends could get pretty grabby, and if Kim gets taken advantage of, he could never forgive himself. His father would never trust him again either.
"Gee thanks, captain obvious. I took health in sophomore year too, idiot."
"Ouch," he smiled. "I was just trying to be nice."
"If that's your definition of nice, then don't try anymore," she countered, smiling slightly. She was already starting to relax.
"Fine. I'll keep that in mind, next time I try to help you out," he said as he steered her into Luke's walkway. "Just don't get wasted. I don't really want to have to take you home puking."
Kim could only nod. Not really sure how much would get her wasted. She'd never tasted beer nor had she wanted to taste beer before. She was feeling slightly nervous at how she was expected to act. Should she just go crazy or play it cool—like she'd done it hundreds of times before?
Kyle patted her encouragingly on the back again before grunting, "Ohh and Dad can't know we went to this. He thinks I'm at Casey's house. And I'm sure he thinks you're at Laura's," he trailed off, knowing she knew what he meant.
"Yeah, that's fine," Kim shrugged. She had told her dad that Laura was in need of a girl's night out; so it was necessary to stay the night. When in truth, Greg was probably over there doing god knows what. Kim shivered as she thought of just what her friend was probably doing at the moment. Kim glanced up and smiled weakly at her brother as she took a step into the house. It was time to get her party on! Putting her best foot forward, Kim crossed the threshold into Kyle's huge entry way.
The first thing she noticed was lots and lots of half clothed teenagers dancing all around the home. The second thing she noticed was the loud music blaring throughout the home. She was surprised she hadn't noticed it before when Kyle and her were walking. She was sure her ears would most likely shrivel up due to the loud bass vibrating down to the very core of her bones. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but definitely something that would take some getting used to.
Massaging her temples, as if to 'wish' the growing headache away, Kim slowly made her way to the table littered with red cups. Glancing back, she saw Kyle walk off in the other direction, also holding a red cup. She sighed as she turned back toward the table. Grabbing a cup and bending down to the beer keg, she filled her cup up with the one thing that would make this headache go away for a while.
Holding the cup up to her mouth, Kim hesitated briefly. She had never drunken alcohol before. Except the few times her father allowed it, under supervision too. She was always the good girl, the girl that did her homework. Kim was the type of girl that never skipped school, she never swore. Well maybe she swore a little too much for her father's tastes, but the point was, she was the girl that would make a father smile in pride, because he never had to scold her or worry about her getting pregnant. Laughing at the last part, because she was pretty sure she would never have to worry about teen pregnancy. She lacked the whole sex appeal that would lead to a guy to actually want to have sex with her.
She closed her eyes as she tipped her cup back, tired of being that good girl. Kim swallowed hard, embracing the bitter yet sweet liquid. Downing her cup in a matter of seconds, Kim refilled her cup again, chugging yet another full cup of intoxication. After that, she paused, feeling her stomach churn from the quick succession of drinks she ingested. Deciding to refill her cup once more, but drink this one more leisurely, before she walked away from the table.
After glancing around, she found a spot against an open area of wall. Kim began to walk towards it, before stopping mid stride. Realizing that she should find someone she knows instead of looking like a loser against the wall. She glanced around before finding Bethany, a fellow art class student. Although Bethany looked rather busy at the moment, with her body wrapped around some boy Kim couldn't identify. Kim couldn't help but judge her friend. She'd never pegged Beth, for a party girl. Not that partying was wrong by any means, but there are some people she never would've imagined capable of letting go and just having reckless fun. Though, if she really thought it through, Kim was sure many people were surprised to see her at this party.
Sighing again, Kim just walked to the open spot in the corner, feeling like a loser. Taking sips of her drink, swaying to the music, trying and failing to blend in.
She felt quite awkward as she kept feeding herself drink after drink, already feeling a bit of a buzz. She saw Kyle once; he had led a girl from their grade onto the dance area and soon disappeared from her sight. When was he and the band going on?
She had even seen Chelsea grinding with some new boy. Ethan something or another. Kim shook her head, at the fast rate these girls got over their 'declared' soul mates. For months, it could be heard in the locker room or girl's bathroom from Chelsea herself how great Luke and her were together. Apparently Ethan is the next best thing because now they're making out, as if they're not in the middle of the floor surrounded by people from school.
Closing her eyes for a moment to remember her conversation with Luke she had earlier, she smiled to herself at the excitement she could hear in his voice at the idea of her coming to his party. Kim snapped her eyes open when she heard a new dance single come on the stereo. Smiling as she decided to finally venture out to dance area, she quickly set her cup down.
Kim wobbled a bit; she had finished at least four drinks already, and was beginning to feel the effects. Walking rather crookedly into a large group, Kim began to jump around to the beat of the music.
Enjoying herself, finally feeling wild and carefree, she whipped her long hair around. Kim beamed as she laughed and moved her body around all the bodies. She even let a boy dance with her. She had no idea who he was, and at this point, she couldn't care less.
After a few songs, Kim felt someone come up from behind her and begin to dance rather close. He grabbed her hips and began to grind them into his pelvic area. Kim froze at first before embracing it. She rather liked the attention she was getting, even if it was totally against her father's rules.
"Damn girl! You're a hot dancer," the boy breathed into her ear. Kim turned around, only to find Paul Grey practically having dry sex with her. She took in his red cheeks and lazy eyes, explaining why he was dancing with her. He was wasted. So she would give him the benefit of the doubt, for instigating their little dance. After all, what kind of neighbor would she be if she denied him one simple dance? And if she accidentally kicked him the groin, he most likely wouldn't remember; right?
She blushed as she backed away from him. She knew her brother would kill her if he saw her with Paul. Despite growing up together, Kyle had warned both her nad Paul that if anything were to happen, he would kick some serious ass. "Thanks. I've got to pee though!" she muttered as she dashed away from him. Silently thanking the higher powers that she did indeed have to pee, because she was a terrible liar.
He only frowned at her before turning away and finding another girl to dance with. Kim stumbled out of the dance area, only to trip on a shoe left on the floor. She closed her eyes as she waited for the crude awaking the hardwood floor would surely give her, only to feel a pair of warm hands grab her waist.
Kim opened her eyes in shock as she felt someone set her up on her feet and turn her around. "Luke?" she asked as she let her eyes focus on the strong build of Luke Roberts. His dark gray eyes were bloodshot and dilated, and Kim tried her hardest to remember what that meant. Was he drunk or high or something else? Luke's hair was mused, as if someone had already run their hands through it many times, and his face was a bright shade of red. He'd obviously been drinking. He was smiling at her though, and while she was confused, she smiled instinctively back.
"Kim," he breathed. Releasing his grasp on her waist as she steadied herself against the stairwell wall.
"I…uhh…thanks…uhh great party by the way," she stuttered.
He smiled, before grabbing her hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."
Kim blushed at the contact but nodded her head to follow. She let him lead her up the stairs. Her heart began to beat faster and faster as he opened up a bedroom door and closed it behind them.
She wiped her sweaty palms across her dress as she sat herself down on a bed. It looked like his room, but she couldn't be sure.
"I'm really glad you were able to come, Kim," he whispered as he smiled down at her.
Kim could only blush as she nodded. Unsure of what to do. She liked him, she really did, and she kind of knew where this might lead to, but she found herself not caring. This might be her one chance to get some action. She was sure that if Luke was sober right now, and she was too, none of this would be happening.
"Did I mention you look really pretty tonight?" he asked as he looked her up and down.
Kim shifted, uncomfortable under his gaze. She watched him as he slowly walked up to her, eventually sitting next to her on the bed. She turned to face him, crossing her legs for no apparent reason other than because it seemed fitting.
"Things have been so hectic lately," Luke begins, breaking off to give Kim a look of annoyance, as if she might understand exactly what she's taking about, "what with Chelsea spreading all these rumors, and my friends turning against me," he trailed off.
Kim turned to him, feeling sad for him, knowing how hurtful rumors and how terrible life without friends could be. She nodded sympathetically, and put her hand on his hand to offer her support. "It will all blow over soon. And no one believes the rumors anyway. We all know Chelsea is just bitter that you broke it off," Kim muttered soothingly while rubbing gentle circles into his own hands.
"Ughh! I wish everyone else was like you, I feel like you're the only person that doesn't judge me because I ended it with that crazy bitch," he confessed, giving her a brilliant smile at the end of his sentence.
Kim giggled at his words. Luke must've thought it funny too for soon the two were both giggling on his bed, clutching their stomach.
"I just wished people would believe that I'm not a bad guy," he finally murmured.
"I don't think you're a bad guy," she whispered shyly, unconsciously inclining her head closer to his.
Luke grinned at her before closing the distance and connecting his mouth with hers. Kim thought she'd be nervous, but she found her first kiss with him to be rather nice. Luke was a good kisser. Nice and gentle. Closing her eyes, she moved her mouth with his, enjoying the growing pressure he was adding. She separated her lips from his to get some oxygen, but seconds later they were rejoined, this time with Luke holding her face closer to his with his hand under her chin and her hand brushing across his face, finally finding a home in his already entangled hair.
He moaned as he pulled her face even closer with his one hand while with the other hand pressed against her lower back.
Kim couldn't deny the tingly feelings spreading throughout her body. She felt parts awaken that had never been experienced before. Sure she'd dated boys, but it usually only lasted a week or two at most; with how protective Kyle was. She pulled away from him to take a deep breath, panting slightly.
She smiled at him shyly, before pushing him down on the bed. He fell with a thump, slightly surprised that she would take the initiative. Kim climbed atop him and pressed her lips to his. She froze at first when he moved his hands up and down her slim body.
Her dress was riding up, exposing her plain underwear and copper toned stomach. Sober Kim would've shielded herself away from the exposure and embarrassment of her body being displayed like that. But drunken Kim was too far gone from what her sober self would do. She felt so rebellious, and free. And better yet, she felt wanted. Luke seemed to like, enjoy what she was doing, and it seemed wrong to stop now. Luke just needed someone to show that they care, and that would be exactly what Kim would do. Besides, she'd known him for almost all her life. If Luke truly was a sleaze ball, Kyle would never be friends with him, right? It doesn't matter, she thinks, because what she's doing is fun.
Luke was running his hands up and down her body, tugging on the hem of her dress as if to pull it off. Kim couldn't help but think of how she fantasized this happening so many times last year with Jared. This was supposed to be him instead of Luke, but now, he was off being best friends with Sam Uley. Lost in her thoughts, she was shocked when Luke flipped her over. She was now on the bottom.
"God Kim…You're so damn hot," he panted as he nibbled on her ear lobe. She squirmed under his touch, suddenly not feeling as good as she did earlier. She ignored the churning in her stomach though, preferring to focus on the wonderful sensations Luke was giving her.
Luke pulled off his shirt, exposing a flat toned stomach. Kim tried not to show her disappointment at his lack of a six-pack. While his stomach was not disappointing by any means, she had a thing for 6 packs.
She couldn't help giggling as he returned to sucking on her ear and neck. It just felt so good.
Finally allowing her hands to explore his chest, she found she rather liked him more with his shirt off. Although he wasn't quite what she had imagined at first, she was finding his upper body much more muscled than she had first thought. His chest was practically rippling while he supported himself over her. Gaining some dare, she began to put small feathery kisses on his chest, enjoying the small shivers he had from her soft touch.
After a few minutes, he pulled her mouth up to his and kissed her with urgency and lust. She could feel him add pressure, swiping his tongue across her lower lip. Opening up to allow access, she allowed him to have control over the kiss, enjoying the skilled way his tongue explored her mouth.
Moaning softly, neither heard the door crack open.
"Nice." A male voiced congratulated as Kim and Luke jumped apart.
Standing in the doorway, Paul Grey stood staring appreciatively at Kim's half exposed body. She pulled her dress down, while Luke climbed off her.
Blushing and looking anywhere but Luke, Kim sat up and grabbed her shoes.
Luke only sighed rubbing the back of his head, while glaring at Paul.
"Just thought I'd let whoever was up here know that Sam Uley showed up and crashed the party," Paul announced before looking at Kim one more time. He winked at her and then left the room.
After a minute of awkward silence, Luke smiled goofily at Kim. "Come one," he slurred.
Then leading her down stairs into a mess of red cups and trash littering the floor they came face to face with an angry Sam Uley.
Kim glanced around, still in a daze. She searched around for her brother, but found that most of the people had already left. She frowned as she watched Sam walk towards them, disapproval seeping through his expression.
"Luke Roberts?" Sam asked.
Luke nodded, swallowing hard. Everyone on the Rez had heard about Sam Uley in the past couple of months. It was easy to be intimidated.
"Just who do you think you are serving alcohol at a party for underage teenagers," he scolded. Kim snorted, in disbelief that he, Sam Uley of all people was scolding them when he was barely two years older.
"What?" Luke asked; his intoxicated state slowing down his comprehension.
"I know your parents are gone, but that still doesn't give you the right to throw a party this large, and to serve illegal substances too," he added darkly. Kim wanted to punch Sam. Since when did Sam become the party police for the Rez?
"I'm afraid I will have to tell you parents about this," he told Luke as if he were actually upset at the prospect of turning Luke in.
Kim could only stare in shock that Sam would stoop as low as to tell his parents. Luke seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because his face mirrored a look of pure horror.
"Come on man," Luke slurred. Sam only frowned.
Kim looked around uncomfortably, not really wanting to be around either anymore. Her head was starting to hurt, and she just wanted to go to bed.
Unfortunately, she couldn't find her brother anywhere. In fact, besides herself and Sam, there was no one else at Luke's house anymore.
As if he could read her mind, Sam pulled out his keys. "Let's go," he said, looking pointedly at her.
Kim frowned, and looked behind her. Not believing that he was actually talking to her. "Come on," he urged, "let's get you home."
Kim stood there, lost and confused. She finally looked around one more time, "No," she murmured softly.
She thought Sam hadn't heard, but he turned around and stared at her, almost as if to say 'is this chick for real?'
"Now," he said forcefully, shaking a bit with annoyance.
"I said no," Kim said more confidently this time.
"Well, how do you plan on getting home?"
"My brother."
"And who would that be?"
"Kyle Connweller."
"Kyle? You must be Kelly right?" he stared at her, as if trying to remember her name.
"Kim," she corrected, mentally adding another reason to not like him. He couldn't even remember her name. It's not like the Reservation was that large.
"Well Kim," he made extra emphasis on her name, "no one else is here. I don't think you're father would like it if you stayed here all night. Now let's go."
Sighing in defeat, Kim turned to Luke. After looking into his eyes, she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, only to have him turn his head and catch her lips with his. She applied pressure, before pulling away. It lacked the passion from earlier, mainly because the mood had successfully been killed. She really didn't like Sam.
Walking towards Sam, she kept thinking of how much she really didn't like the prick. His 'holier than thou' attitude was such a turn off.
Walking outside, she noticed that he drove the same truck she had seen him driving earlier. With Jared. Climbing into the truck, she stared ahead, refusing to make eye contact with Sam. He only sighed as he started the car and pulled out of the drive way.
The car ride was silent. Kim was secretly glad. She had nothing to say to Sam, and was feeling rather unwell. Her stomach churned uncomfortable, and Sam's driving did nothing to help with the feeling. When they finally pulled up to her small home, Kim ceremoniously opened the truck door and began walking-albeit unsteadily- to the door.
"Do I even want to know?" she asked slowly as she took a long sip out of the mint mocha coffee her brother had kindly brewed earlier that morning.
Kyle laughed his eyes full of mirth. Paul too sat with them at the kitchen table as Kim stood to pour herself her second cup. "So Sam walked you to the door."
Kim nodded, remembering that part.
"You started screaming that he leave alone, and that he ruined everything. I guess Sam kept telling you to calm down, but you only got more upset. Then you began to run to the door, only you forgot to open the door, so you basically ran into it."
"Ah, that explains the bird's egg, I found on my forhead this morning."
Kyle only nodded while grinning like Christmas had come early, "That woke Dad up, and he answered the door with you on your knees, clutching your stomach, and Sam glaring at you. Sam notified Dad that you were drunk, and that he'd found you at Luke's house. Dad got really pissed. You started to cry, and when Sam helped to pick you up, you puked all over him. Dad took you inside and tucked you in, you kept blubbering the whole time. If I wasn't trying to convince him I wasn't at the same party, I would've died laughing."
Paul snickered, while Kim offered a fake smile, "Thanks Kyle. Really, it means a lot."
"But yeah, Dad wants to talk to you when he gets home tonight."
She nodded, not at all looking forward to the conversation. Standing up, slowly- as she still felt quite terrible, Kim nodded to the two boys and made her way back to her room.
She could'nt believe how reckless she'd gotten the previous night. Kim mentally slapped herself for staying out past 3 am. Kyle must've thought she already found a ride home, considering Sam crashed the party. In fact, he would kill her if he found out she was making out with Luke for half of it. Or that she danced with Paul for a while. Best not to tell him, she decided.
Thinking back on the night, Kim groaned as she realized that she actually made out with Luke. And it wasn't an innocent little kiss . No, they were touching and doing things that led to sex. She groaned again when she realized that she probably would've had sex with Luke had Paul not interrupted them. For once in her life, Kim was glad Paul had invaded her privacy. She needed to make a mental note to do something nice for the boy, so that he wouldn't tell Kyle; if he hadn't already.
Oh God! She almost lost her virginity at a party, where she was totally plastered. Massaging her temple for the nth time that morning, Kim laid her head down on her knees while she tried to rationalize the events that took place.
She had broken so many of her father's rules. First rule broken, she had drunken alcohol. And not only had she been drinking it, she had gotten drunk. She danced with a boy, in a way that her father and brother would freak out about. And she practically had sex! It was probably a good thing her brother had already left; she could only imagine the awkwardness that would await her had her brother been the one to find her with Luke.
Deciding that it would do no good to waste the day away dreading her father's wrath, Kim did the only thin she actually had any energy for; sleep.