Finally! An update after... how long. Lost track of time. The worst writer's block of my life. Without a doubt. I really have missed this story. Oh, and just so you know, I kind of changed the first chapters abit. Not extremely so, just so that it fits more into the storyline. Because a confusing story is always a tad annoying. I know it's short, but sorry! I think I know what I'm going to do with this story... But I can't be sure. I know I want to make it a Paul/Kim story, but there always has to be drama, right? If I go with what I'm thinking about, then I can not only come up with a sequel, but also stick to the book. But at the moment I'm thinking screw the book. One more thing; I changed the name, but now I think it's corny. Can someone please suggest some names?
-RememberTheDay-
I would love to say that I didn't completely run away from Jared. Because technically, I walked away from him. At a quickened pace. See the difference? Huh?
I would love to say that I didn't freak out or have a nervous breakdown at the sound of his voice. Because really, I wasn't freaking out, per se. Just having a little moment of mental uncertainty. No biggie.
I would love to say that I didn't hide behind Kristal, avoiding all eye contact whatsoever and just jumped into the car without another word. Okay, so maybe I did hide behind Kristal, avoid all eye contact and jump into the car without one word even thrown in his direction. Psst, I wasn't scared of talking to him or anything. Ah, what the hell with it. I was freakin' shitting myself. I knew this day would come, but who would have ever though it would come so... soon?
As soon as I was behind the safe comfort of my tinted windows, I quickly buckled up my seatbelt and drummed my fingers against the steering wheel anxiously. Jared peered past Kristal but I doubt he could see through my tinted-to-the-extreme windows. Unless he had like, super vision or something but I doubt that.
"I just want to talk to her." Jared protested but Kristal stepped in his way, wagging her finger at him.
"Uh, I don't think so. Look, you've caused enough trouble for now, so why don't you just fuck off, capiche?"
"I'm not leaving until I get to talk to dear Kimmy." He said in a sickly sweet tone. My nervous tapping continued.
I didn't want to talk to him, in fact, I barely wanted to acknowledge his existence. I was quite happy with Paul, and I don't want Jared to ruin that just by stepping into my life again.
"Well, I guess we'll have to run you over then." Malice dripped in Kristal's voice. With that, Kris jumped into the passenger seat and locked the door behind her. Jared tapped on the window but Kristal shouted "DRIVE!" and I quickly put the car into drive and sped off, almost running over his toes. After about five minutes of silent driving, I finally burst into a fit of laughter.
Kristal gave me that "you're-freaking-bonkers" look. "What the hell do you think is so darn funny?"
I wiped my eyes, still concentrating on the road but giggling like a school girl. "We are acting as if Jared is some horrible beast who's out to kill us!"
Kristal thought about it, and then giggled too. "You're right. I mean; it's just Jared."
After dropping off Krystal, I arrived to an empty home. She told me that she had to go home early today, and couldn't stay over because she had to pack. Her mom had texted her saying that Kristal's great aunt from Denver had died of a heart attack, and her and her two younger brother's and two older ones, were catching the next flight to Denver, which was in about two hours. I asked Krystal if she was okay and she shurgged, saying that the lady was an old hag and a bitch to her anyway.
I never really liked being home by myself. The big ol' house felt empty and quiet. There were a few voice mails from Lila saying that she was going out with Zade tonight, and not to wait up.
Oh, what to do on a Wednesday afternoon? Nothing, that's what.
I went upstairs to my room and pulled out my laptop, waiting for the internet to load. We didn't get very good coverage in La Push, so I don't really go on facebook that often. After accepting a few friend requests and checking my notifications, I was already bored. No one was online. Typical. I shut my laptop and grabbed the phone off of my bedside table. I dialled Paul's number, getting the busy tone. Damn.
I glanced around my room. The walls were painted a cobalt blue, but you could hardly see it under the layer after layer of posters that adorned my walls. They were mostly bands, with the occasional hottie, and of course, photos of my life everywhere. I sighed.
Dialling Jaycee's number, a soft voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hey Mrs. Atill, is Jaycee okay?" I asked, surprised that her mom was on the phone. Jaycee is an only child, and her parents are mostly working.
"Oh, hello Kim, dear. Well, I took her to see Dr. Cullen today, and he said it's just a virus, and she should be beter in a few days. A week max. I don't think she's well enou-" Someone suddenly took the phone from Jaycee's mom.
"Kimberly?" A voice croaked.
"Jaycee? God, you sound like shit." I laughed.
"Wow, thanks for the ego booster. I do feel like shit. It's freakin' awful, I tell you."
"Yeah, poor you." I sighed.
"Anything interesting happen at school today?"
"Nothing much. Oh, Paul told me he loved me and Jared came back to school." I replied nonchalantly, biting my lip and toying with my hair.
"No fucking way!"
"Jaycee, language!"
"Sorry mom! Really? That's so sweet. But then again, we all saw it coming. The love thing, I mean."
"Really?"
"Yeah, of course. Paul stares at you like your the only girl in the world. Kate Hamilton could freaking pop her tits out of her shirt and Paul would still be looking at you. You can tell he loves you, Kim. It's kind of freaky, in fact."
I laughed. Her deathly sick tone was funny matched with her words.
"And as for Jared coming back... how do you feel about that?" She asked delicately.
I shrugged, but bit my lip harder. "I'm not quite sure... I didn't really talk to him. In fact, I avoided him in every way possible. But damn, he looks like he's doing drugs or something."
"Mhm. So what are you doing?"
"Nothing. Krys had to fly to Denver 'cause her bitchy Aunt Meryl died. And Lila's gone, so I'm alone. And Paul won't pick up his phone..."
"Aw, poor you. Anyway, I'm sorry but I have to go! My mom is trying to force some disgusting organic stuff down my throat!"
"It'll make you better!"
I chuckled. "Yeah, well get better hun. And rest!"
"Will do, Kimmy Cub!" she laughed as the line disconnected. I sighed, staring at my bitten nails.
The phone rang abruptly, shocking my out of my tedious daze.
"Hello?" I greeted as I picked up the receiver.
"Oh, Kim. Hi. It's Akira here."
"Hey Akira. What's up?" I replied, lying back on my satin pillows. I twirled a bit of my brown hair around my finger unconsciously.
"Maiya and I were just wondering if you and the girls wanted to hang out or something."
A smile lit up my face. "Well, Jaycee is sick and Kristal is away for a while, so it's just me."
"Really? You should totally come over then!" Akira responded happily.
"Yes, okay. I'll be over soon. What's your address?"
Akira told me her address and I quickly jotted it down on the back of my hand.
"Yep, I'll be over soon." I repeated, hanging up the phone after a quick goodbye. I hopped off of my bed, glad to be doing something rather than just sitting around home. I looked at myself in the mirror, then outside the window. It was beginning to rain, and I was still wearing the dress I had thrown on this morning due to the good weather. Well, that didn't last long, did it? Changing into a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a light tank top and a white jersey over the top, I shoved my cellphone and wallet into my back pockets. I yanked on my white leather chucks. I paused at my wardrobe for a second before pulling out a white hoodie and throwing that over the top too.
I rushed downstairs, tripping on the last two steps in my haste. Luckily, I didn't hurt myself too bad.
I locked up the house, not knowing when Lila was coming home. As soon as I was in my car I turned on the heater and switched on the radio, singing something from A Day To Remember as I drove the wet drive to Forks.
Chapter ten! Ohmygosh. Wow. That was positively the longest time I have taken to update in the history of ever. Really. Tell me what you think (: Have I lost my writers touch? I hope not...
-RememberThatDay-
