A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! For those of you who were wondering, Jared is coming back in this chapter, and things start heating up (finally). And just to clear the air, in the past two chapters Jared was on his way to becoming a werewolf, but he hadn't completed the transformation yet, so that's why he hadn't imprinted on Kim yet. Hope that helped, and on with the fanfiction!

CLUMSY: KIM'S STORY

CHAPTER THREE

Three weeks, five days, eighteen hours, twenty-five minutes and fifty-nine seconds since I had last seen Jared Thail.

Correction. Make that three weeks, five days, eighteen hours, twenty-six minutes and three seconds.

I know, I know. You're probably thinking, "Kimberly Delilah Quille! That idiot broke your arm! How the hell could you still be in love with him?!" Well, I can't help love. It's desire. It's passion. It's—

Holy fucking crap, it's Jared Thail.

My mouth (and the mouth of every other hormonal teenage girl in my English class) was agape. The boy was smoking. Not literally, of course. But I mean goddamn! His long black hair was now a sexy buzz cut, his upper body had filled out, and I was pretty sure there was an eight pack (or at least a six pack) under that tight black muscle tee shirt. His package was clearly visible in the tight stonewashed jeans he was wearing, and it took all I had to not drool.

"Jared," Mrs. Brown said, a hint of lust in her voice. Ick. "So great to have you back. Take a seat."

Oh, shit. He was walking towards me. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. My hair was clean. Great. I had on a plain white tee shirt covered up by a black hoodie and a pair of jeans. No makeup, no jewelry. Damn. Oh well, his head was down anyways.

He took his seat, not looking at me once. Ouch. That stung. Maybe he was just feeling bad about tripping me when I was walking down the stairs, giving me three broken bones in my left arm, two snapped fingers, a mild concussion and stitches in my fucking head. Or maybe he was still sick.

I sneaked a glance at him. His head was resting on his bulging, muscular arms. I wanted to say something to him, but Mrs. Brown was handing tests back. As soon as she passed my row (I had gotten a ninety six), I whispered, "Jared? Are you feeling better?"

His head snapped up and his gorgeous honey-dew eyes met mine. His jaw dropped slightly as his eyes registered my face. His stare was so intense I had to look away. "Jared?" I whispered again. His hand reached out and cupped my cheek. A finger pushed a stray curl behind my ear. I felt my face grow hot as everyone turned to stare at us.

"Mr. Thail, I'll have to ask you to remove your hand from Miss Quille," Mrs. Brown said shrilly. Jared paid no attention to her. Man, his skin was hot. Paul hit him on the shoulder. "Jared, man, what the fuck are you doing?" he hissed. Jared's head snapped towards Paul.

"What?" he asked, his voice faraway. Paul rolled his eyes and slapped Jared's hand off of my face.

Jared jumped up and grabbed Paul by the collar of his shirt. "Don't you touch her!" he yelled. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Paul held his hands up. "Sorry, man."

"You know how important she is to me," he whispered. Say what?

Mrs. Brown came over and separated Paul and Jared. "Take your seats!" she roared. The two of them jumped simultaneously and took their seats.

Jared didn't touch me for the rest of the lesson, but his eyes were fixated on me. I could barely concentrate with the way he was staring at me. Okay, scratch that, I couldn't concentrate at all. It was like his eyes were burning a hole through my brain. I sat still as a board, my hands nervously pulling on each other and my legs crossing and uncrossing. Damn, did he know how to make a situation uncomfortable.

After what seemed like forever, the bell rang. Jared jumped up at an almost inhuman speed and turned to me. "Can I walk you to your next class?" he asked, his eyes still fixated on me.

I gulped and turned bright red. "Y-yeah," I managed to stutter out.

He grinned. "Great." He took the books from my arm and slung my backpack over one shoulder. Paul gave him a series of strange, incredulous looks, like he couldn't understand why the most popular boy in school was walking me, ME, to my next class.

Yeah, I didn't understand it either.

"So, Kim," Jared chirped. "How have you been?"

"Good," I said quietly. I pushed up the sleeves of my hooded sweatshirt. Man, they must be running the heat in here or something. "How about yourself? Where were you?"

He smiled like a little boy getting a new Power Rangers toy. "You noticed I was gone?"

My face grew, if possible, a brighter shade of red. "Ummmm…well….kinda…."

Jared laughed. "Well, I've been grea-" he stopped suddenly and looked down at my cast. His eyes grew wide, then narrowed into slits, and his breathing became shallow. "Kim," he said in an urgent voice, picking up the arm that had my cast on it. "Who did this to you? I swear to God, I will kill them for hurting you!"

Without thinking, I raised my good hand (the right one) and slapped him. Hard. The sound of my palm hitting his hot cheek rang through the halls. Everyone in the hall turned and stared. Jared reached up a hand to his cheek, shock registering on his face. "Kim…?" he started to say in a pained voice.

The tears started welling up in my eyes. "You jerk! You," I pointed at him, "did this to me!" I held up my cast. "You tripped me on the stairs. You watched me fall as I broke my arm in three places. You watched as I lay there, screaming in pain. You didn't even bother to say I'm sorry." I started to get all choked up. "This is your fault." With the tears breaking free from my eyes, I snatched my books from his hands and ran to the nearest girl's bathroom.

Thankfully, I was the only one in there. I ran into the handicapped stall and locked the door. I slid down the wall and began to sob. How could I think that Jared fucking Thail of all guys would like me? I mean, I'm not hideous, but I'm not the gorgeous girl he tends to chase. I'm a nerd, for Christ's sake, and he's the star linebacker. I hit myself on the head. Stupid Kim. Stupid, stupid, stupid Kim.

I picked up the notebook that had I love Jared Thail and Mrs. Jared Thail written on it in the inside cover. I angrily scratched out the words with a Sharpie.

How could he do this to me?

"Kimmy?" I registered Lena's voice. "Kimmy, honey, where are you?"

"In here," I choked out. Lena tried to open the stall door, but I had locked it.

"Kimmy, you need to unlock the door." I reached up and unlocked the switch. Lena stood there, looking gorgeous as usual, and when she saw me, her face went slack.

"Oh my God, Kim, what's wrong?" she asked, crouching down and sitting next to me on the bathroom floor.

I told her the entire story, from the time he walked into the classroom and up until I ran away. Her face went from "Awwh!" to "WHAT?!?" to "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" in a span of minutes. She put her hand to my cheek. "Kimmy, I'm so sorry."

I started sobbing. "I know! How could he do this? How could he imprint this thought in my head that he actually liked me when it was all just a cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel joke?!"

Lena shook her head. "I don't know, honey."

I laid my head on her shoulder. "I don't ever want to be in love again."

Lena stroked my hair. "I know, Kimmy. I know."

I heard the door slam open and I looked up. Jared and Paul were standing there, with tears running down Jared's cheeks. "Kim, can we please talk?" he whispered.

Lena jumped up. "You bastard!" she screamed. "I will kill you! I will murder you! I will feed you to my dogs! I will-"

Paul clamped his huge hand over her mouth, muffling her yells. "Calm down!" he bellowed. She elbowed him in the abs, which obviously did no harm to his six pack. "Just let them talk."

Lena swatted his hand away from her mouth. "Fine. But if you touch one hair on her head, I will mount your ass on my living room wall!" Paul rolled his eyes and dragged her out of the bathroom. "Don't think I won't, because I will!"

I looked up at Jared. "So? Do you want to apologize or something?"

Jared crouched down next to me and gently wiped my cheeks. "Kim, I'm so sorry," he whispered. "For everything. But now, it's like I'm seeing you in a new light...like you're the only girl in the world. Please give me a chance..."

I bit my lip. What would I do?

A/N: Well! How's that for an update? I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything recent, but I have been SO BUSY. So sorry :/ If you liked this one, you should review. If you don't….review anyways :)