Chapter 8

Kim

He was scrounging around in his locker trying to find the books he needed for his next class. His red hair was fire and in deep contrast with his blue jacket. I nimbly walked along the hallway with Jared thudded his overly large feet against the floor. As if he sensed our presence Tim looked up.

"What are you doing here Kim? If you're not going to except the way I feel about you, you might as well lay off. Don't come around me anymore." I wasn't trying to make this difficult but Tim really wasn't doing anything to help my resolve. Tim looked up and sent a leveled hearty glare at Jared. "Seeing you're with him I'm guessing you don't intend on returning my feelings. So I'll take my leave now."

"Wait- Tim." The words had come out so fast I had nothing to back them up with.

"Why should I wait for you Kim?" He spat out angrily eyes cold and calculating. "I've been 'waiting' for you for ten years! You never think of anyone but yourself do you? You're not worth it…and I've out grown you."

I stood in the hallway mouth agape like a giant fish. Had Tim really just said those things? I was wrong about him. He was no longer the happy little boy you played with blocks and asked me to go with him to carnivals. This Tim, the present Tim, was someone who was to childish to not except my friendship, selfish for wanting more. I knew Jared was behind me so I tried in vain to stop crying. He'd gone through more than enough trouble to escort me here and in the end the problem hadn't been solved.

"Where's your next class?" Jared asked breaking the complete silence that had stolen our voices.

"Room 103," I sniffled a reply.

"Don't go anywhere when the bell rings I'll meet you there." And with that he disappeared down the hallway.

My French class was even more boring than usual. With nothing in particular to do my conversation with Tim kept running through my head. The bell buzzed and I jumped out of my seat ready to get out of there. I almost didn't notice Jared's huge frame at the door way and squeaked in surprise when he reached out to grab my shoulder.

"Sorry, Kim, are you all right?" I sighed out in relief.

"Yah, I'm fine. You just startled me."

"We're going out for lunch."

"Come again?" I said not quite believing what I heard. The magnificent wonderful Jared Morson asking me out for lunch was not possible.

"You're coming out to lunch with me. And I will not take no for an answer." I glanced around the hallways making sure nobody was listening. This was sure to be the gossip of the school if it got out. No one was even remotely interested except the red headed boy walking down the hall. Tim. It was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

"I wasn't planning on it." I said and just had to smile when a lopsided grin appeared on his face. Not even the fact that Tim's face was as red as a tomato could distract me from Jared's beautiful face.

It was a small dinner out of the way of La push's only busy road. Everything was perfect and they had the best food imaginable. I wasn't really expecting any less though. The way Jared eats it's obvious he would know the best restaurant in town.

"Kim?" Jared's voice summoned me out of my trance.

"Yes?" Jared looked a bit confused and actually a little nervous.

"Did you hear what I just said?" I blushed a bit and tried to hide my embarrassment.

"Sorry, no, I was kind of spacing out. I'll focus now!" He chuckled and sighed.

Jared

"Kim, will you go out with me?" No reply. Maybe she didn't here me. "Kim?"

"Yes?" she said snapping out of some sort of trance.

"Did you hear what I just said?" A cute blush spread over her cheeks.

"Sorry, no, I was kind of spacing out. I'll focus now!" I chuckled and hid the little bit of hurt I felt. Usually when I guy takes a girl out on a date he likes her undivided attention. But that didn't matter.

"Kim, will you go out with me," I tried again. Her face washed clear of all expression. Slowly her complexion went from a healthy brown to an almost sickly white. I began to worry. Maybe she was sick!

"Is this some kind of joke?" She said getting up.

"What? No, of course not! Why would you say that?"

"I don't know you don't really seem like someone that would go for me." She said staring down at the table, luxurious black hair covering almost all of her face. I grabbed her hands. She flinched away from the heat at first but then relaxed into it.

"Kim you're absolutely perfect for me. I think I would know my own type when I saw it."

"I guess so then." She looked up at me and everything faded. I must've looked like a kid on Christmas. I hadn't even noticed we were both on our feet with practically the whole restaurant until I was hugging her. This was officially the best day of my life…so far.