Hello Guys,

I am very happy to see the reviews I have so far and although I do not have many, they are really kind and make me happy.

Here is the next chapter. I hope it sounds believable enough. I was thinking that maybe if this story goes well enough, I could perhaps write it again in Jared's P.O.V.

Let me know what you think, although it is a bit early.

I don't own anything, Stephanie Meyer does, but I do own a very tired pair of eyes, and my laptop.

Chapter 6: No way buddy!

Oopsie Dasie I hurt you again,

crushed your heart in the palm of my hand,

If you walk out baby, I'll understand,

'Cause all I do is hurt you again

(Chipmunk-Oopsie Daisie)

"Beautiful" Jared's voice breathed from next to me.

Excuse me, WHAT?

Did he really just say what I think he did? I must be going nuts. That's what happens when you get panic attacks about handsome young men. Well, that's what happens if you're me.

"Beautiful" I chocked out. "Not likely, I'm just me, just plain old Kim."

That's when my erratic temper flared up again.

"Don't say I'm anything I'm not, because it just isn't kind. I know I'm not pretty, but it isn't nice lying to self-conscious people about their image, it just makes them even worse, and I don't think you really know..."

For the second time today, Jared halted my rant. This time, he actually put his hand over my mouth. I couldn't believe it. Jared was actually touching my mouth!

I think I may have let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement.

The idea itself that he was touching me – particularly on the lips- was enough to send a bolt of electricity running through me. His hand was really hot, like he had almost put it in the oven or something, and quite soft. I had always imagined Jared to have rough hands. It just went with his size and shape, so I wonder if he used any cream.

"Kim, you are beautiful," he said firmly, "You are absolutely perfect, and don't let anybody tell you that you aren't".

His face moved slowly towards mine, and his eyes closed, making his long, thick eyelashes brush against his high, prominent, sun kissed, cheekbones, just like out of one of my dreams. I felt as if any minute, my alarm clock would begin the annoying beeping, and that I would have dreamed the whole day up. Although I was dazed, my common sense seemed to have taken control over my brain.

Something had to be truly wrong with him if he thought I would just kiss him after he spent his whole life ignoring me. It had to be some kind of sick joke, trying to see if he could get shy little Kimmy to kiss him, only to turn around and rub it in my face. That had to be why.

So, when his lips were about two inches away from mine, I raised my hand and slapped him as hard as I could.

What I hadn't been counting on was that fact that his face was as hard as a brick.

"OW!" I yelled.

"Oh no, Kim, are you alright? I' m so sorry, are you ok? Kim?"

"Shut up, Jared. I don't want pity from you, but what the hell is wrong with you? I mean, at first you ignore me, then the creepy staring at study time, and now you think you have the right to go and kiss me? So what, you think you can just sidle along into my life, play me; see what it takes to get Kim to break? What is your problem? Why are you so tall? Where have you been for two weeks? Do you use hand cream? Why have you got such large muscles? Why do you stare at me? ANSWER ME!!"

Oops, I didn't mean to say the hand-cream thing, it just sort of came out as I was throwing questions at him. Is ruined the effect of my angry words.

He stood there, silent, taking in everything I had just said.

"I...I would never want to hurt you Kim. I'm really sorry I ignored you before, but I was a different person then. You are such an amazing person. I swear to you, none of this is a joke. I really like you and I realize that I need to take time for you to get to know me before I try anything like that again. I'm so sorry. You have to know that. I can't believe I was just so stupid and reckless that I completely just...Urgh! I'm so sorry. I have to go now, but I'll speak to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, and again, I'm sorry".

With that, he promptly turned and left the house. I sat there on the sofa, frozen. Had that really just happened? Had he really just tried to kiss me? More surprisingly, why on earth did I turn him down?!

I wondered what he might possibly find in me to like, as most of the time he had spent interacting with me was I was either having a go at him, or staring stupidly at his beauty.

As my brain sifted through today's event's, I stared sightlessly at the notes spread out on the table in front of me, as I tried not to let my face break out into a big, dopey grin.

So, I hope you enjoy that chapter. Kim's a bit nuts at the moment, with serious mood swings. Maybe she has PMS. I'll write as soon as I can.