Hey guys! Thanks so much for your comments! Goldenangel121 told me I messed up on Kim's name.. I kept calling her Amber. What a loser.. who calls their main character the wrong name? Anyway.. problem is hopefully fixed. Here is chapter two!

I should probably also tell you. I am trying to write a story that deals with some teenage issues like body image, peer pressure, etc. Not going to super serious, but hopefully I can break some teenage lines.

Kim's Lover

Kim

I was almost skipping down the hall to my locker, replaying everything in my head. I practically peed in my pants when I heard "Kim and Jared" in the same sentence. I glanced over at Jared, who had ducked his head down, which gave me the impression that he wasn't very happy about the set up. I looked out the window and gave myself a pep talk, trying to convince myself to just take it how it was and that he most likely wasn't going to fall in love with me after this project. I remembered giving him my ideas and he stared at me like I grew a third eye, which really bummed me out, because I knew I'd do everything for the project like a loser, especially if it was Jared I was doing it for. Just as I was entertaining thoughts about a blow dryer in the bathtub, HE made it clear that he was going to help AND HE suggested we work on it TONIGHT. I was going to see him tonight in MY house. I could be singing with the choirs at that moment. And then it dawned on me. I didn't tell him where I lived. Or what time we were going to meet up. Craaapp. I slowed down. I knew he'd be gone. I guessed I'd just have to wait until tomorrow.

Jared

I couldn't get her out of my head. I was walking to the cafeteria alone. I didn't feel like hanging out with my old friends. Things seemed different with them. I knew they had all kinds of questions for me, but I barely knew the answers myself. They'd never understand, and I'd never be able to fit in with them anymore anyway. I felt bad, but they'd get over it. I got in line just as smelled Paul behind me.

"'Sup Dog," he said cleverly.

"Hey," I answered.

"You all right, man?" You look long." I thought for a hair of a second whether or not I should tell Paul about Kim, but I decided that that was a very bad idea. He'll probably see it anyway later.

My next class was English. I especially hated this class now because the desks were so damn small. I could barely fit in them before I grew, and now it was damn near impossible. There wasn't anything I could do though, so I pulled some kind of stunt to get myself into that desk, probably bending the bars. Beside me, I saw Mackenzie eyeing me, which was obvious even without my newly keen eyes. Now she was a girl I would've gone for. Her clothes were always tight on her Coke bottle figure. But today, she looked all wrong to me. Her body looked too thin, almost gangly, and her clothes made her seem easy. Her makeup was done well, but it made her look sick and trashy, and her perfume reeked of old lady. I suddenly wanted to get out of this ridiculously small desk. I wanted to see Kim again.

I waited till about half an hour into class after Miss English's lecture to ask to go to the bathroom. I towered over that small woman's height and I could hear her heart getting faster, I'd like to think from fear. I gave myself a smirk and took the hall pass and headed off in the opposite direction of the bathroom. At first I just wandered. Whoever designed this school must've grown up somewhere sunny. It was just not logical to have an outdoor school in Washington. The classes were in separated buildings, but to get from class to class, you were outside, which wasn't so bad today since it was just a bit overcast. I turned a corner towards the PE buildings and almost turned again before I saw her.

So she dances. She was outside, looking like she was practicing some routine with a group of 4 other girls. She was pretty good, but I doubted hip hop was her thing. She seemed very hesitant about the moves, but her body moved nicely. I stared at her, wondering how I ever thought she was plain. She had changed out of her olive green wifebeater and jeans into a long white t-shirt and really tight short black shorts and still wearing a black cord for a necklace. Her body was a bit thick, but I could tell she was fit. And her legs could kill a man if he dared look. (And he better not dare look.) But the dance didn't suit her, like she was too good for it. There was another girl who was taking the lead with the routine, Natasha; I had gone out with her before, but I couldn't remember how it ended. I saw Kim try to speak up about something, but Natasha gave her a look that made me want to shake her, and Kim didn't say anything after that.

"Ahem." I turned around to face a nark was standing right behind with her arms folded across her chest. I waved my hall pass in front of her and then made my way back to class. Miss English gave me a look like I better not plan to be out of class like this often.

"Bad burrito," I muttered when I walked past her and took a sigh before squeezing myself into the child's desk.

My leg was shaking, the kind that pisses off the people sitting next to you. I was staring at the clock during my last class for the bell to ring. Paul was in this class with me. I bet it looked real weird for people to see two huge 25-year-old looking 17-year olds sitting beside each other in the front row, one staring with his arms cross at a clock, the other sprawled out on his desk with his head hanging off it like he's been shot and left for dead, neither paying attention to the causes of World War II. I was getting a kick watching our teachers get more and more scared of us.

Dddddddoooooooooooooo. I nearly ran out of my seat before Paul even lifted his head. I didn't even run to my locker. I never read any of the books or really studied, so there wasn't any point. I probably should have the math textbook though. I'd get it later. I wanted to find Kim. I anxiously ran around, trying to find her locker, but the lockers were spread out throughout the school. So I thought I'd try to find her car. I walked past the cars, hoping her window might be open so I could get a whiff of her scent. It was a long shot, but I really wanted to see her tonight. And then I caught it. It was so clean and refreshing. I tried to follow it, which was hard considering how many people were in the parking lots by now, but I wasn't nearing any cars. I stopped to stare at the source of the smell and cocked my head. If it was anyone else, I would've laughed, but I thought it was kinda sweet. It was one of those old-fashioned bikes, the kind from like the Sound of Music with a wooden basket attached to the front. I heard two footsteps step just outside my peripheral and looked up to see the face that I had waited all day to see. Her face was in shock, probably wondering how I found her bike.

"Nice ride," I said. She was still gaping, so I figured I'd toss her a bone. "I've seen you ride it to school a few times." Not at all true. She flushed and looked all embarrassed. "So we never talked about when and where we were going to meet up." She finally straightened up.

"Oh, um," she said not looking at me, "I guess, do you want to eat and then come or come before dinner? We probably won't need a whole lot of time since we're just starting." Later tonight, but I wanted to be with her now.

"What about now?" I suggested. She bit her lip and looked at her bike. Obviously she was going to get home sometime later tonight at the speed of this thing. Damn, why didn't I have a truck? I only had my beat up hatchback which would never fit a bike. "How long does it take you to get home?"

"About 45 minutes." No wonder this girl had great legs.

"Uh, why don't I take you home?" She looked pretty excited when I suggested that, but then thought otherwise.

"I need to get to school tomorrow too, you know."

"I'll pick you up." Her heartbeat picked up, and she seemed to consider it.

"No, it's fine," she said waving her hand. "Then I'll just meet you in like 45 minutes, ok?" She started to unlock her bike.

"It's not a problem, you know. I promise I won't make you late tomorrow." She just smiled her perfect smile at me.

"Do you have a pen?" I swung my bag off my shoulder to take out a pen to give to her. "For you. I need to tell you how to get to my place." She pulled her bike out and wheeled it around. I all of sudden felt very protective of her. I didn't want her to fall or her clothes to get dirty. What if a car hit her or someone mugged her? I wanted to follow her to keep that from happening. Then I got an idea.

"Don't worry about it, I'll find my way there." She gave me a confused look and I winked at her before turning around and running to my car.

My eyes never left her, even in the traffic of the cars getting out of the parking lot. The road was straight, so if I saw which direction she went, I knew I'd find her. F'ing cars took their sweet time getting out, but I managed to not throttle anyone before my turn came up and I hit the gas full on to find my girl. Sure enough, I saw her peddling up the road. I reached over to roll the passenger window down and slowed when I caught up with her.

"Hey there," I called. She did a double take when she saw me and I was almost worried she wouldn't look back at the road.

"Wh- What are you doing?" she yelled, though I would've been able to hear her fine.

"You didn't tell me how to get to your house."

"That's because you said you'd find a way!"

"And this is how I found a way." She was staring ahead, biting her lip to keep from smiling. I was starting to like the effect I had on this girl. "So how was your day?" I yelled. She laughed, which sounded musical.

"It was long."

"Really? So was mine." Again silence. "So you have a boyfriend who takes you to school when it's raining?" She laughed again.

"Maybe." Maybe. I laughed it off, but I was stunned. I didn't even consider that another guy might feel the same for this lovely creature as I did. I felt jealous and even a little angry. She seemed to notice the silence.

"How about you?" she hollered back. Well two could play.

"Maybe." She kept up a smile, but I could see it wavering. She looked back to the road.

"So are you planning to follow me the whole way home?" she asked.

"I can't get to your place otherwise." The road to her place was pretty empty and cars passed me across the broken lines while I trudged along at speeds of up to 10 mph. We didn't talk for a bit. I studied her. She wore a helmet, fingerless gloves, and even used hand signals when she turned. I watched her legs as she rode and even her toned arms flexing. She was sweating and panting, but not tired. She was beautiful and I wanted her, not just as a girlfriend. I didn't even consider her the way I would have with other girls. I didn't want to just bang her, or hang her on my arm like a trophy. I didn't just want her to be with me. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to be her everything.

"My house is the second from the corner," I heard her say. I wondered if she noticed me staring at her. I pulled up into her driveway and she opened her garage to park her bike. She led me into her house, which was very cozy. "Just uh, let me go change." Even though I wanted this girl in the purest way possible for me to think, I couldn't help being turned on at the mention of her changing. I hit my head a few times to knock out that thought. This girl was different, and I was going to treat her with respect.

A few minutes later, she was dressed in shorts and a black tank top, looking like she didn't just finish a 45-minute bike ride, which didn't help my earlier reaction. How did I never notice her before?

"Do you want anything to drink?" she asked heading for the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of water.

"No, I'm good." She downed a glass and then headed back to me.

"So, I guess we should get started." She went to her bag and pulled out her textbook. Damn, I forgot to get mine.

"So where is everybody?" I asked, pointing around her vacant house.

"My sister's still at work. She does the breakfast and lunch shifts on the weekdays."

"And your parents?" She paused a bit before getting out the rest of her books, but didn't answer, so I figured I shouldn't press the subject.

"Here's the chapter on logs," she said, handing me the textbook. Ah yes, logs. This seemed familiar. She asked me a lot of questions of how we should set up our presentation, not really taking the lead, but taking the lead at the same time. I hoped that my input was good enough to get her a good grade on the project; I was just hoping to pass the class. She had to tutor me a lot too, since I let things slip out of my head far too easily. She was a much better teacher than Mathman. After about an hour and a half, she seemed satisfied with what we accomplished.

"So I guess we'll just have to meet up one more time to make our visual and then put together our individual stuff," she said after taking some more notes. "I'm going to grab a snack, you like cookies?" she asked getting up.

"Yeah, cookies sound great." She left the room, so I tried to finish up to make myself at least a little useful. I heard her phone vibrating on the coffee table beside me. I glanced up at her phone. It was an iPhone, so the text message just appears without touching it. I was curious who would text her, so without thinking, I glanced up at her phone. I shouldn't have looked, and I looked away when I realized what I was doing, but for someone with wolf eyes, I saw the message enough to keep reading.

Kim, I love you. I want you to be my girlfriend.

I thought the bike ride was kinda funny.. and I was taking a few dance classes when I wrote this story, so that's why she's a dancer. I find that I like to put a little dancing in all of my stories. Keke… is it okay?