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Chapter 7- Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.
A/N- I know what you're thinking. Jared is a werewolf. He's not going to feel any pain if you hit him. Well, I think that were-wolf or not, that part on a guy is going to be pretty sensitive.
On with the story!
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If you're going to wallop a guy right up in his man business there are really only two ways to proceed. You can either haul ass out of there before he recovers or you can stay and continue to attack (Verbally or physically. Entirely up to you.) him.
But, either way you don't just silently stand there and stare at him.
So, why exactly was I? Just standing there, I mean.
Because that's exactly what I was doing. I was standing in the middle of a deserted hallway watching Jared Ferdy, the most popular and best looking guy in the whole entire school (who may or may not be into serous drugs), while he writhed on the ground in pain, both of his hands clutched over his guy junk.
When did my life become so….overwhelming?
I noted, absently, that Jared was completely quite while he squirmed in pain on the ground in front of me. Every other guy I've ever kicked down there was cursing me out the entire time afterward.
I know what you're thinking. How many guys could I have possibly kneed in the groin to have this sort of experience?
The answer: quite a few.
Some people think this is fighting dirty. I disagree. Since men are technically stronger than woman I think that when us woman have to fight a man we should be able to use any weapon we my have in our arsenal be it scratching, biting and yes, knees to the groin.
It's only fair, really.
Any-who, after I knee a guy in his happy-sacks I can usually expect to hear some pretty colorful stuff. But not, apparently, from Jared. I think this is the only reason I didn't just walk away and go to my next class like I probably should have.
A small grunt escaped Jared as he began to recover and started to make his way to his knees.
What now? Should I apologize?
I certainly didn't want to do that. I mean, let's face it, he had that one coming.
Should I attack him again?
At this point it just seemed cruel. Tempting but cruel.
Should I make a run for it?
Doing it now just seemed ludicrous. If I was going to run I should have done it a lot earlier.
Jared paused to catch his breath when he was on his knees before pushing himself back into a standing position. His hand twitched like he wanted to rub himself but couldn't do so because I was standing here. Good.
When he was standing we just sort of looked at each other, each of us at a loss as for what happens next. This isn't a situation I encountered often and I'm willing to bet the same is true for him. Usually I would have run away (or started to beat the crap out of the guy depending on the situation) by now and no girl had probably ever kicked him in the love sacks before.
"Are you going to attack me again?" He asked, making him the first to break the silence.
"No," I answered, then thought about it, "Maybe. It depends on what you say next, really."
His lips twitched like he wanted to laugh but thought it would piss me off. It would have.
"Sorry."
His apology shocked me. I wonder if the great Jared Ferdy had ever had to apologize to anybody before. I'm guessing, not.
Silence met his apology and I was suddenly filled with the intense desire to run for it. Great. Where was that desire three minutes ago? But being around him, it was just too much. It was too much and I didn't even know why.
Oh, wait. Yes, I did. I knew exactly why it was too much. Because the asshole had stood me up in my freshman year, made me believed he liked me before making an ass out of me and, not to mention, less than five minutes ago he tried to tell me that I belonged to him.
This realization rallied my anger.
"You bastard!" I stepped forward and shoved a finger at his chest.
Ow. Ok, hard chest. Not doing that again.
Jared looked shocked by my sudden change in mood. That's understandable, I guess, when not two minutes ago I was standing passively enough, in front of him.
"I thought you weren't attacking me again?"
"Well, I changed my mind!" I curled my fist at my side so I wouldn't hurt my hand trying to shove him again, like I so badly wanted to. Usually I'm very much opposed to violence but the situation seemed to call for it.
"Why?" Jared asked, looking genuinely confused, I guess he really didn't remember me. Now why did that bug me so much? "All I said was sorry."
I chose to ignore that, "Just who do you think you are? Huh?" He opened his mouth to speak again but I kept going before he could, "Look, I don't know what game you're playing at but I can assure you it's not going to work this time!"
Jared held his hands up in the universal sign for I surrender before running one of them through his hair, "I'm not playing any game, Ok? I just want to get to know you."
Despite his placating gesture he just added more fuel to my already pretty fuelly fire, "Oh, you want to get to know me? And why is that?"
"Well, I just know you're an amazing person and since you're new and all you'll be needing to meet everyone anyway…" He was about to continue until he caught a glimpse of my expression and he dried up. His next words came out as a slightly scared sounding croak, "What?"
The bastard.
"New?!" Jared recoiled from my shriek, obviously not expecting it. Idiot. "You think I'm new?!"
He looked hesitant to answer, "Well, yeah. I've never seen you around, and I definitely would have noticed you if I had. So, you must be new…" he trailed off, looking at what, I'm sure, was a very insane and not at all pleasant look on my face, "Why? Aren't you? New, I mean?"
I took three steadying breaths before answering like they told us to do in the meditation class Sara dragged me to last year. When I spoke again my voice sounder calmer, less deranged. It was also devoid of any emotion whatsoever but at least it was clam. I'm willing to take what I can get.
"No. I'm not new."
Jared got the most peculiar look on his face at my words and I wondered if he thought I was going to kick him in the nuts again.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't considering it.
Before I could see if I would give in to temptation and attack him for the second time, effectively ending any shot he might have had of every being called 'daddy', in the last ten minutes a loud voice boomed through the hallway.
"Excuse me!" Mrs. Paen, one of the three hall monitor we have here at La' Push High, "What are you two doing out of class? The bell rang fifteen minutes ago. There is no time for hallway rendezvous between lovebirds."
I opened my mouth to vehemently deny any sort of romantic connection to Jared but Mrs. Paen just kept talking over me, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to write the two of you up for a detention."
I thought about arguing that it wasn't my fault that Jared pickled such an inopportune time to start stalking me but decided against it. Who's going to believe he would stalk me? I mean I'm not exactly puke ugly or anything but as far as physical appearance goes Jared's most definitely got me beat.
Probably one of the things he won when he bartered his soul to Satan.
I stared resolutely at Mrs. Paen while she filled out the necessary forms and lectured us on punctuality (Which, yes, was as interesting as it sounds). Unfortunately it wasn't enough to distract me from the fact that Jared was staring at me again, this time with the most tragic expression on his face. Like a small child who had just dropped their ice cream cone or something.
Luckily, she finished mine first so I just ripped it out of her hand and stormed down the deserted hallway, without so much as a glare towards Jared, mumbling to myself about what an ass he was.
Sadly, that wasn't enough to distract me from the fact that I now have a detention with said asshole.
It sucks to be me.
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"Are…are you ok, Kim?"
I turned towards Eugene's concerned and slightly frightened looking face and offered a tightlipped smile that I hoped was reassuring. It probably just came out looking manic but it was the best I could do at the moment. I was still fuming from my earlier confrontation with Jared and the consequential detention that followed.
"I'm just fine, Eugene." I assured him.
I probably wasn't very convincing, I wasn't that great of an actress even in the best of times, but he seemed to accept it. Eugene just nodded at me and turned back to the lecture being presented in the front of the classroom.
Class passed slowly while I composed a very long list of Jared's worst quality, in alphabetical order. Arrogant, Bad grades, Cruel, Dimwitted, Etc.
When the bell rang I was still on 'R'. I gathered up my stuff and turned to say goodbye to Eugene only to find him looking down at his binder, red in the face. Uh-oh. I know what that means.
"Kim?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, Eugene?"
What was a good excuse? Washing my hair? No, that just sounds like a thinly veiled diss. Grandmother's Birthday? No, everyone knew all my grandparents were dead. I have a boyfriend? No, this is La' Push. If I had a boyfriend everyone would know by now.
"Well, I was just wondering, and it's ok if you don't want to, if you wanted to go to the Culture Festival in Port Angeles? With me, I mean." I opened my mouth to spurt out an excuse but he kept talking before I could even think of one, "It's totally ok if you don't want to go. I mean, I'd understand. I just thought….that you might want to." Eugene trialed off lamely and stared down at his sneaker clad feet his face reaching new levels of red.
I grabbed desperately at the first excuse that popped into my mind.
"I'm really sorry Eugene. My parents wouldn't let me go out of town with a boy." I tried to insert as much remorse as I could into my tone.
This was, of course, a complete and total lie. Anybody who knew me well would know this. My father wouldn't notice if I skipped off to Vegas and married a pimp and my easy going hippy mother would just be too thrilled at the prospect of my new thriving love life to care if he took me to Canada to buy under priced beer.
I watched guiltily as Eugene's bony little shoulders hunched forward in disappointment.
"Oh. Well,..that's ok, Kim. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." With that rushed goodbye he grabbed his semi-truck sized backpack and hightailed it out of the classroom.
I shouted one last 'sorry' towards him but I don't think he heard me. Although I knew that he'd be fine by the next time I saw him, he always was; having been perked up by the latest discovery channel special or something, I still felt bad. I really liked Eugene and chances are we could be great friends if he could get over this little crush he had on me.
I sighed and grabbed my own bag to leave the room for a very welcome end of the day. Luckily my detention wasn't scheduled until tomorrow. Thank god for small favors.
When I got outside the classroom I considered turning right back around and hiding in the science room till the school cleared.
I'm sure you're probably wondering what could make a previously eager to leave student eager to hide. Well that answer could be found in one word.
Jared.
You know, sometimes I think someone up there is out to get me.
I just bet it's my grandma Helen. The bitch never liked me.
Jared was leaning against the row of lockers outside my classroom and appeared like he was waiting for someone. Two guesses who that someone was and half the guesses don't count.
Shit.
Well, it was now entirely too late to turn back and hide. Because I had hesitated Jared had spotted me. The biggest grin I've ever seen on anyone suddenly spread out across his face. It looked like somebody had just told him he could move into the playboy mansion or something.
He pushed himself off of the lockers (And I do mean lockers. The broad expanse of his back could easily cover almost four of the skinny metal doors.) and started to weave through the crowd of students all pushing themselves eagerly towards the nearest exits to start their after school activities.
He didn't get very far.
"Oh, Jared honey!"
I didn't think I'd ever feel so relieved to hear Amy Fink's high nasally voice. Hell, I never thought I'd be anything but completely disgusted and annoyed to hear Amy Fink's voice.
Just as I was prepared to make a mad dash for the door and was cursing myself for wearing flats instead of sneakers, Amy appeared out of the ladies room not two feet from Jared.
Jared didn't appear to have heard Amy, his soul focus still seemed to rest on yours truly. Luckily for me, Amy isn't one to be ignored. She pushed our fellow classmates out of her way as she slunk over towards Jared and grabbed hold of his poor unsuspecting arm.
Jared stopped and looked down at Amy with a slightly confused expression clouding his handsome face. Amy just grinned seductively at him and pulled herself towards him so her small slender body was more or less hugging Jared's huge left bicep. The two of them looked rather ridiculous together. Because of Jared's extremely large size the petite Amy looked like a small child hanging off of his beefy arm.
"Where have you been?" Amy whined, completely oblivious to me standing three feet from them, "You didn't call me."
Jared just frowned down at her and he kept flicking me glances out of the corner of his eye.
Well, this was new.
If I didn't know any better I'd say Jared was finding Amy to be annoying. While this is something I and the rest of the school have known to be true of her for a long time Jared never seemed to agree.
Although he had never exactly returned her attentions he always just seemed slightly amused by them. Like any sane guy would, I always thought that he was thrilled that Amy and Shandra fought for his attention. That's certainly an ego bust if anything is.
Not that Mr. Arrogant here needs his ego to be any more boosted.
I didn't stick around to see what Jared would say to Amy, although I secretly hoped it would involve a multitude of curse words. This was my chance and I intend to take it. I darted towards the double doors leading out towards the parking lot and pushed through them before he could try to stop me.
Although I didn't look back I could feel his eyes on my back the entire way towards the car.
Asshole.
The girls are never going to believe this.
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