sorry this took so long to update. weve been internetless for the past couple weeks. sigh, its horrible. haha anyhoo, thanks so much for the reviews. they make me very very happy. :) . and sorry to say, but imprinting wont be happening too soon, it shall happen, but maybe in a couple chapters. besides isnt it funner (i know this isnt a real word, lol) to learn about kim pregushy words and imprinting? but yeah, shes a bit shy...and a stalker. lol. meh it happens to the best of us. so enjoy !! i dont want the vampires which belong to stephanie meyer, however id love to have one of the wolves, mostly jacob...who coinsidentaly is also hers. maybe in another lifetime.

anyways it might be a little slow as of now, but itll get better. and i was on twilightwiki and it jared was the only 88er! everyone except sam was younger than him. so i made paul an 88er too. hehe.

Just Kim

And so a couple days passed, as pathetically as they always did.

Kim looked down the line of food that school officials expected students to eat with a frown. Hadn't they passed something the year before stating that all high schools in Washington had to have some greens served during lunch? Why was it that all Kim saw down the line was fried somethings. Not at all tempted by the edible heart attacks, Kim dug under piles of chips and spotted something that didn't look manufactured. Successfully, Kim grabbed an apple and a banana as well as a carton of milk from the coolers.

"Dear, it's one entrée," the lunch lady pointed to the fried foods, "one fruit, and one drink. You have two fruits."

Kim stared back down at her pathetic lunch. "Can't my apple replace the entrée?"

"Afraid not, sorry dear. Not unless you want to pay extra."

"Hey! You're holding us up!" a large voice boomed near the back of the line. Kim, along with everyone else behind her and within a twenty feet radius, turned around to face the person who had yelled. It was Paul Mingan, and right next to him was the dictionary definition of Gorgeous watching his friend with an amused smile. Kim turned a brilliant shade of red and turned quickly back towards the lunch lady.

"I'll just pay more." She said in a hushed voice, still red. Kim punched in her ID and quickly hurried away.

Jared must think I'm such a loser, she thought.

On second thought, Jared has no idea who I am.

Kim threw down her two fruits and carton of milk onto the table with a dejected sigh.

Why am I so shy, it's a disease. There's no other explanation. Extreme Introversion.

…also known as being pathetically shy.

"What be you thinking?" A person asked as they threw down their plastic tray.

Kim looked up. "Wondering why I am the way I am." She answered. "Why be you late?"

"Cause someone held up the lunch line." Timmy grinned his wide grin, as he opened his carton of milk.

Pathetically, Kim Connweller knew only one person she considered her friend. And that was the grinning idiot sitting in front of her. Timmy had transferred when they were in eighth grade, and despite his friendliness, he was somewhat of an outcast in the extremely cliquey Quileute community due to having no Quileute blood in him.

…although he insisted he was 1/16 Quileute.

"Is that fruit? I didn't even know we have fruit at this school."

Kim peeled the yellow fruit, "it was buried. And besides, it was either potassium and sugar, or a heart attack and sodium."

"I like me my sodium." Timmy said taking a huge bite of Kentucky fried steak, "I mean, look at all this grease. Mmm, triglycerides. Mmm, triglycerides which will be stored in my adipose tissue."

Kim felt Timmy spent too much time paying attention in Biology.

"You're sad."

"Says the girl who has Jared Cheveyo's name written about a thousand times in each of her notebooks starting since fifth grade." Timmy shot back, not missing a beat.

Well, technically, it was sixth, but that would have just been proving his point, so Kim didn't reply and took a bite of her banana.

"But seriously, when are you going to talk to him? It doesn't even have to be something big. How about you pretend to run into him, and you say, 'excuse me'. There you go! You've got a conversation with your dream boy!"

"A bit one sided, don't you think?" Kim asked thickly.

"This whole situation with you is one sided."

She couldn't really argue with that could she.

Lunch ended a bit too soon for Timmy's liking, but when the bell rang, Kim quickly threw away her finished fruits and waved bye to her friend. Today…was English day. Because of the horrible schedule that was block days, Kim only had the chance to see Jared up close only two or three times a week. Sometimes, she felt like she was having withdrawals.

Kim replayed what she'd just thought in her head a couple seconds back.

She was a stalker. And obsessed. She was an obsessed stalker.

Seriously, she needed to quit him.

But how could she really, when he was coming towards her from the opposite side of the hall, laughing and joking with Paul. His already good looking face, illuminated by his bright smile. He was beautiful.

…she was also shallow.

Kim Connweller was a shallow, obsessed stalker and she was going to stop.

Today.