Clumsy (Damn!)
Summary: Everybody knows the Jared and Kim story. What if things did not go down the way SM puts it? What if Jared was a little too late?
Chapter 1: Shit!
Boom! Splash! Bang! I was walking along side of the swimming pool when I collided with a chair making me lose my balance. I splashed on the swimming pool lying flat on my back. And I tell you, it hurts! OUCH.
"Gosh! How can someone so tiny handle so much bad luck in them?" My best friend Kate asked as she helped me up the flat surface offering her hand. I was a little dizzy.
"It's a talent." I retorted smiling up on her while I hold her hand for support but like as usual she also splashed on the water. Kate, Kamille and I have been best friends since kindergarten. People call us the triple K's because of our name. Kate the smart one, Kamille the drama mama and Kim clumsy are always together. No matter what, we're always by each other's side. Even though we always end up on a mess, I mean, with me around, it is just bound to happen.
"No, it's not missy. It's called Kim!" Kamille shouted breaking our laughter then she jumped on the pool as well.
"Yeah, I totally agree. Though I think I might have to change my first statement. It's not bad luck. It's inept." Kate said when Kamille finally popped her head out from under the water.
"Inept? C'mon! I'm not the English teacher. I bet even Mrs. Miralles won't know that!" Mrs. Christine Miralles is our English teacher. The best might I add. She just seem to understand us. She doesn't do pop quizzes and she helps you with whatever – even love life. Like I said the best.
"That means clumsy." Kate said, smiling an impish smile at me realizing she spoke way too deep for our small brains.
"You could have said so." Kamille said, chuckling slightly then gasping ang blurted out without a care, "Like so true. We saw you from the doorway. You were like just walking and then splash! Everything sort of happened too fast for me. But little miss genius here thought that she should help the clumsy friend. But of course," she ranted exaggerating things.
We all laughed and just enjoyed the water while we were there until Mr. Bolton; the house manager a.k.a butler (He wanted to be called that.) scolded us for playing during work time. It is summer and we all decided to find jobs. We include the triple J's- Jam, Joy and Jerica . And together we sound like a bunch of KJ's. I know it sucks but we all are happy the way we are. Though we all have different personality, we get along so well. The triple K's met the Triple J's back in 6th grade and even if we have different characters, we just got along like peanut butter and jelly.
I might be the clumsy one but I'm good at anything. And I am great in PE which is Kate's weakest link. Yes, little miss genius is not genius in Gym class. She does everything wrong whichever sports. Sometimes I wonder if 'm really the clumsy one because of balls hitting her everywhere but then I'd slip while trying to hit a ball then bump my head in the process before a ball lands flat on my face. Yup, I'm the clumsy one. Luckily I still get points and usually I make my team wins though I'd hurt myself in the process.
So we found jobs at a private family. They own this big mansion at Forks, like 4 floors and 7 rooms, which I did not know was possible in a city this small. They have tons of visitors everyday and they needed people to clean the table and pool. The triple J's landed a job at a diner near here so we meet there after work. Which is at eight in the evening.
"Guys, it's almost six. We need to go and finish preparing the tables. Their visitors will arrive sooner or later." Kate reminded us while she sat on the edge of the pool. She really is the responsible one. You have to be when you're the eldest child and all your parents work. Plus, she has to maintain her grades.
We climbed up the pool, finished preparing the table before we had a shower then changed into our serving uniforms. Our job is practically to prepare the receiving area and serve for the visitors 'till 8 when older girls take over our jobs for late night parties so we have to wear uniforms. I think we're doing a welcome party tonight. We don't know who was it we were welcoming and we don't care. Hell, I don't even know who my boss is. We follow orders from Mr. Bolton.
The party was in full blow. There were teenagers everywhere. The butler literally run away after giving us specific instruction so call him when the night girls – what I call them- come to do their job. They were late. Ten minutes late. And I was so anxious to eat at the diner, having just been tempted with the food I serve, that I run to get the butler the moment I saw the first girl's big blonde hair.
Being the Kim that I am, of course, I tripped on my foot. Sending the bottles of beer in my hands, flying. Shit! The pain in my butt registered as soon as I hit the floor but I can't care yet. The bottles cost more than my salary and they were asked by the owner of the house. A tall model-like eighteen year old freshman college and was off here to visit for the summer.
Water splashed on my face and I saw one bottle crashed on the swimming pool. Phew! Less payment for me. The other crashed on somebody's head. He didn't even seem hurt. I bet he didn't notice until the owner – I assume they were talking- gasped and he realized the beer falling down on his face. He looked for me then. Shit! I am in so much trouble.
"I am so sorry." I screamed from my place on the floor. He looked at me then.
I suddenly stood up on my feet!
It was Jared Thail. The guy I love since 8th grade. The guy who never, ever notices me. Now, I'm in major trouble. He picked now to pay me attention when I did something bad? C'mon! Not only will he not notice me again but he'd hate me.
"Really. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to. I swear. Sorry." He started walking with heavy steps towards me. I was begging.
"I was just walking. Sorry." I kept saying sorry every step he made. I was so scared now. He was big. Humongous! (I think I'm learning from Kate.) And he had this concerned look on his face. I don't know why he looks that way but I was just scared he might eat me alive. I'm not sure which is scarier, the fact that Jared might never talk to me again or he might beat me up in front everybody. Whichever it was, it ends the same. Jared would hate me and my dreams are forever shattered. And that is to marry Jared.
"Please forgive me. Please." I looked down on my feet when he got close and then abruptly stopped.
"Are you okay?" Of course I am. This was normal. And embarrassing.
But I didn't understand what he meant by it so I looked up and asked,
"What?"
He didn't say anything. He just kept staring at me with eyes of disbelief. Probably thinking how somebody like me could have hurt him.
Then he smiled. And his eyes changed. It's overcome with pure… adoration?
I was shocked by the sudden change in it. At the same time, curious as to what could have changed them. I kept silent too. Wondering. Was it me? Will he finally notice me now? Was I the reason why his eyes are full of joy and happiness? He was staring at me, wasn't he? It has to be me, right? Shit. Please let it be me.
And then he repeated, "Are you okay?" Talking slowly, putting emphasis on every word. I broke out of my train of thoughts and looked at him incredulously. Am I okay? Shouldn't I be asking the same thing? I guess its okay though. He's not angry. That I'm sure of.
Everybody turned around now. No fight, no audience. Thank You.
"What do you mean 'Am I okay?' I'm the one who hit you with a beer bottle, remember? Are you okay?" I screamed over the music that turned on again.
No fight, no need for the eerie silences either.
"I'm okay. Didn't even feel it." It looks like it but was that right? Others should have collapsed by now.
"I'm just wet." He added after a while then asked again, "So, are you okay?"
"I guess so." Finally, I answered.
He smiled brilliantly now. Like everything was perfect. And he stared at me, like I was perfect then with his teeth showing, said,
"My name's Jared. Jared Thail."
"I know." I've known for a long time, BIG GUY.
Author's Pleading Note:
I know I suck, BIG TIME. But I really wanna know what others think. It's actually based on a friend of mine so you'd be doing both of us a favor. ;) Thanks.
Oh and Hi to my most special friend, pugo. :)