*I do not own Twilight or any of its characters*

Hey guys. Here is chapter 3; just so you know I started school this week, and that is why I haven't updated in a while. But, I've been working hard to try and get as much done as possible.

This chapter does have self-harm in it, so read at your own risk. I hope that I don't offend or make anyone upset with this chapter, but if I do I'm very sorry I don't mean to. So yeah that's it. Enjoy the story and don't forget to review please. Thank You.

Chapter 3

Shit, I mutter when I drop my keys on the ground. Just I'm bending down to pick them up, tan fingers scoop down and get them before I do.

I look up and roll my eyes, "Jared."

"Look I'm so so sorry for what I did to you. I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm just hoping that we can put this past us and be friends?" he says with a hopeful expression.

"Yeah right," I laugh reaching to take back my keys.

He jerks the keys back, "First you gotta at least tell me your name."

"Fuck off." I say trying to grab for them again. He just holds them higher above his head. Curse my shortness.

"Hey Kim, did you write down the assignment for English?" A sweet girl named Casey comes up to me.

I forget that Jared is standing right there for a moment. "Uh yeah." I reach into my pack and pulling out my planner where I write my assignment. She looks at it before thanking me and walking away.

"Oh so your name is Kim." Jared says smiling.

My name sounds so good rolling off his tongue. I snort and am able to grab my keys. I start up my car and pull out of the lot. If the police were out, I would sure enough get a ticket because I'm going way over the speed limit.

When I get home I go straight to my room and close the door. I collapse onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. I think about what happen today. Jared came back and actually paid attention to me after what happen at Mickey's. It's like he didn't even remember what he said me, about me. And then he had the nerve to ask me my name. ME! Need I remind you that we have been in the same class and school our entire lives?

If that's not the weirdest thing. I mean if what happen at Mickey's, well didn't happen I would be so happy, but it did and I can't change that. I thought he was different from the rest. A good guy. But he just showed that he wasn't.

I'm so lost in my thought that I didn't hear Margret come in.

"Hey sweetie, I got Chinese food today. It's downstairs when you're ready."

I nod.

After a few minutes of thinking about all the possibility as to why Jared was acting so strange today. My best bet is that he is just pretending to like me, so when the right time comes he can embarrass me all over again. Well I'll tell you one thing. It's no gonna happen.

My stomach growls, reminding me that there is food downstairs. I make my way to the kitchen to eat. Margret fixes me a plate before making her own.

"So how was school?" she asks

"Fine." I say around a mouth full of food.

I decide not to tell her about Jared. When I'm done I go into the sun room and settle into the hammock to read a book for English. About 15 minutes into reading my phone starts ringing.

"Hey what's up?" I say into the phone; it's Samantha.

"Kim I need you to do me a favor okay." she says.

"Yeah sure, anything."

"I need you stay away from Jared. Don't go near and don't even think about him." She says. I can tell that something is wrong and it's scaring me a little.

"Ha-ha. You don't have to worry about that." I say. "Hey is everything okay?"

"Yeah of course; just stay away from Jared, Kimberly." She says and then hangs up.

"Okay." I say into the dead line.

I end up reading for a few more hours before heading off to bed.

I take the bandage off my arm and look at my cut. It's red and a little swollen. It had also started to bleed a little. I look at my other scars. I run my fingers across them; some worse than others. I put a new bandage on and climb into bed. Right before I fall asleep, I hear a wolf howl in the distances, and it sounds like it is in pain.

The rest of the week past with Jared stay giving loving looks and what not. I just ignore him the best I can. I'm not letting him get to me.

My English class is in the library on Friday when he walks in. I'm at the computer typing up my paper on social networking when I hear my name being called. I turn around and see my English teacher beckoning me over.

I sigh and get up to see what they want.

"Kimberly, Jared is way behind on his English paper for me since he missed so much school. So I was wondering, since you are my best student, if you could possible help him to get started on it. Go over the guidelines with him, and tell him how I expect it to be done." He says.

I take a glance at Jared to see him looking down, and look back at my teacher.

I run my fingers through my hair, "Sure. Why not?"

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Jared looks up and smiles so big that it looks painful.

I turn and go back to my seat. I can hear them talking in hushed voices. Mostly likely giving Jared the information that he needs.

I get to lunch before Samantha. I had just pulled out my sandwich when a shadow falls over me. Jared pulls out a chair and sits down next to me. It's funny because I can almost hear the whispering from the other students.

"Can I help you?" I say sarcastically.

"Well since you're helping me, I think we need to plan out where we are going to work at."

"I really rather not help you at all." I say. He looks down. "But, I'm going to." He smiles at me.

"And you gotta stop staring and smiling at me. It's creepy." He looks down again, and I can't help but to smile at how cute he looks. With his brown eyes and chop short hair that looks soft to the touch.

"So I can over your house tomorrow and we can work on it there." I really don't want him to come over to my house and know where I live.

"Yeah that sounds awesome. Can I have your number so I can text you or do you want me to message you on Facebook? You have a Facebook right?" he says.

I nod my head, "Yeah you can just send me messages on Facebook."

"Cool."

"So Kim, I was thinking that we could…" Samantha finally shows up. "Oh it's you." She says to Jared.

He gives her a curt nod, "Samantha." Is all he says before getting up to leave.

"Bye Kim." He says.

Samantha watches as he walks away. Oh if looks could kill.

"I thought I told you to stay away from him?" she says giving me a pointed look.

"I am. It's just that my English teacher asks me to help him with his paper, and it's not like I could have said no."

"Yes. Yes you could have. Just say no."

I roll my eyes, "So where did you go yesterday?"

"To Emily Young's place." She says.

I raise my eyebrows, "What were you doing at Emily Young's house?"

"Um… I had to pick something up and talk with her."

"I didn't even know that you knew Emily Young."

She just shrugs.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" I say

"Nope." She says.

We finish lunch silence. I know she's lying. I know she's lying.

I had to stay after school for a little while to finish my paper, so I won't have to over the weekend; since I'm helping Jared and all. Oh the joy.

I'm walking down the halls searching for my keys in my backpack when I collide into something hard. Like a wall. Paul Lahote turns around and sneers at me.

"Watch where you're going." He says meanly.

"Sor-sorry. I didn't, I didn't mean to bump into you." I stuttered out. What this guy scares the hell out of me.

I start to walk around him, when he grabs my wrists.

"You're the girl Jared's chasing after. Why didn't you just go out with him? I'm sick and tired of hearing him bitch about you." He says.

I try to jerk my hand away, but his grip tightens, "Not a chance. Now let go." I say trying again.

I just smirk at me, "Jared may not be, but I can be very convincing." He says.

What is up with the boys here, and not to mention that I can feel the heat radiating off of him. His grip is staring to hurt more and more, and I can tell that I'm going to have a bruise there.

'PAUL!" I hear someone yell down the hall. He turns around and I see Jared (of course) coming down the hall towards us. Paul immediately releases me and I rub my arm.

"What the fuck man." Jared says pushing Paul against the lockers before coming over to me.

When I see him coming over to me, I turn and run away as fast as I can. I can hear him calling after me, but I don't stop nor turn around. I don't stop running until I get to my car.

By the time I get home, I'm breathing really fast and my heart is beating fast also. I think I'm having a panic attack.

I run upstairs and grab my razor from my drawer. I press it into my skin; the blood runs down my arm. It feels good, and I feel better now. I need that release. I make a few more cuts before grabbing a towel so the blood won't get on the floor. I wrap my arm in some bandages and lay down. Come to think of it, I'm running out of bandages and bad-aids.

Apparently I fell asleep because Margret is shaking me awake. She sees the bloody towel and razor blade on my night stand.

"Do you want to talk about?" she asks.

I shake my head and sit up.

She sighs, "I'll get you your dinner."

She nods and gets up to leave the room. She comes back with my dinner, pasta and a salad.

After I finish eating I get up to shower the blood off. Margret is still in my room when I come out. I crawl into bed; she starts to rub my head while I drift off to sleep.