Chapter 11

"Trust Me"

I can't believe I am kissing Jared right now. Nothing compares to it, this is nothing like my first ever kiss, which was on a dare. I was lighted-headed and out of breath. My lungs were screaming for me to breathe, but there was no way I was leaving this perfect guy's lips. He pushed away, breathing just as heavily as I was. I stared at him with wide eyes and my mouth slightly open. He just smiled at me.

"Holy shit," was the only thing I could possibly say. That kiss was indescribable, and to try would be an insult to how perfect it was. He just chuckled.

"I didn't know you swore? I am shocked. First you spend the night at my house, and then you have to beg me to spend the night at your house. Oh we can't forget the fact that I found your diary, which confesses your undying love for me. You also keep throwing insults at me. But to top all of this you attack me and then make out with me. You are not the girl I thought you were, Kim." I just stared at his smiling face. How dare he?

"Well, you dragged me to your house, and I think the feeling was mutual. My diary, well what can I say? I was a stupid freshman. Lastly I believe that you were the one that attacked me, since I did call you a bloodsucker," I said smugly. Like he could deny that was a freaking awesome kiss, no he couldn't.

"Touché. You are definitely more outgoing than I thought," he said.

"Well that's what you get for ignoring me all these years," I said with a smile on my face, but I was soon back tracking as I saw his face fall. "Jared, you know I am only kidding, right?"

He pouted for a little bit longer before smiling at me. "I so got you Kim. You are a sucker for the guilt trips aren't ya?" I smacked his arm, hurting myself more than him.

"KIM?" We both cringed as we heard my mother calling my name.

"I guess I should go. Just tell her whatever she needs to hear. Call me if you can," he said quickly and kissed my forehead. Then he proceeded to jump off my bed and go gracefully through my window.

I walked out of my room trying to think of something to say to her. I had no ideas, and I didn't want to lie to her again, but telling her that my "boyfriend" is a werewolf who is madly in love with me might not be the best thing to say. I didn't realize I was in the kitchen until I looked up and saw my mom's eyes on me.

"So, now that you are well rested, let's hear about Jared," she said as she sat down on the stool. Well lying is sometimes the best policy.

"Ok, so what really happened is that he did ask me out on a date as a prank, but he said that it was stupid and how sorry he was. He didn't think he would actually enjoy himself, but he said that he was really starting to like me. I didn't really want to look at his face so I told him to leave, which then I thought of the plan of making him jealous, leading me to get Zach to ask me out. As I told you, that was a horrible idea. I ran out of Zach's house somewhere in the woods and that's when Jared's friend Sam found me and went and found Jared. I didn't want to be alone so Jared took me to his house. I woke up the next morning puking my brains out, then you called and I came home. And now we are talking about everything," after I said this I let out a gust of air. That was a mouth full.

My mom continued to stare at me. She looked like she was trying to comprehend everything I had just said. After a few minutes she took a deep breath.

"Well if he helped you when you needed him, then I guess its ok. But I don't know if you should go out with him," she spoke straight from her heart. I knew she meant well, but as melodramatic as this is going to sound, it's the truth: I can't live without Jared.

"Please mom, just let me make my own mistakes. I know you are only looking out for me, but how can I grow up if you won't let me mess up?" After I said this I instantly regretted it. I watched my mom's face fall and tears begin to form in her eyes.

"Because I made the worst mistake in my life marrying your father, and I never want you to ever be that miserable. I know you need to make your own mistakes, but I don't want you to hurt like I did. I dreaded every moment I was married to him. I only married him because of my parents. It was one of the happiest days of my life when he left. The only good thing that came out of my shameful marriage is you. I only let you see the good side of him. I kicked him out of the house when he came home drunk. I never let him yell in front of you, if his anger got the better of him I would let him hit me so you would never know the horrible man you father is. I just want you to be happy." As she was saying this the tears just kept streaming down her face. I found myself crying also. Of course I never knew my father was a horrible person, my mother would never let me know. She was unselfish and cared more for me than anything. This is why she was my best friend.

I ran over to her and I hugged her. If my father was really this awful man, then I am glad he left. No one should be allowed to hurt someone as sincere and honest as my mother. To put it in simple words, I despised my father for doing this to my mom. He is a douche bag.

We were both still crying, when she let go to grab my shoulders to look me in the eyes.

"You mean too much to me for some boy to hurt you," she whispered.

"I know mom, but I just want to trust him. And I need you to believe me when I say you can trust him and trust me," I whispered back.

She just nodded her head. She let me go completely and went back to cleaning our already spotless kitchen, when we both jumped as we heard the doorbell ring.