not mine.
Just Kim
It was a lot harder than she thought it'd be, ignoring the Quileute God who sat next to her. Especially hard because he was sleeping, and this was usually prime time she could stare all she wanted.
But no more.
So, there she was, determinedly staring at Mr. Eckheart with her brows furrowed in concentration. Willing herself to not give Jared Cheveyo a peek out of the corner of her eye. Well, she might have slipped up a couple times but at least she wasn't blatantly staring like she always did. Plus, there were no heart doodles on her notes.
"So, I want you to turn to the person next to you and discuss what you thought of the assigned pages of Metamorphosis."
…
What?
Kim stared dumbly at her teacher, before whipping her head around the room to see that everyone was starting to begrudgingly discuss amongst themselves. She was supposed to talk to Jared on the day she was giving up on him? What a sick joke.
"You'll be wanting to wake up Mr. Cheveyo, this is a discussion paper which will be graded." Mr. Eckheart said with a glare.
Kim stiffened as next to her, Jared stirred and rubbed his face. "I wasn't sleeping."
"Yes, yes, of course you weren't." He muttered, walking over to his desk.
Jared turned his head to the side and rested the side of his face in his palms to face in her direction. His dark eyes, still full of sleep, were half closed as he regarded the book on Kim's left. Making herself look away, Kim rested her eyes on the punctuation chart that was pinned up next to the whiteboard.
"I," he said in his low voice, Kim urged herself not to look at him, "have not read one page of this book."
She figured as much.
"So he randomly turns into a bug?"
"Uhm, yeah." She replied quietly.
"Why?"
"He just does?"
"Randomly?"
"Yes."
"That's not possible though."
"…for him it is."
A couple of quiet seconds later, Kim heard rustling beside her and she wondered what he was doing.
"What's your name again?" He asked when the rustling had stopped.
Kim's head turned quite suddenly, fast enough to give her whiplash.
"W-what?" She asked turning a brilliant shade of red.
Kim saw Jared glance at her for a second, before pointing to the blank sheet of paper in front of him. "I need your name if you want credit."
"Oh." Kim said disappointedly, "…Kim. Kim Connweller."
"Kim…Con…is that with one N or two."
"Two."
"-N-N-Weller. So what's this book about again?" He asked, looking at her in the face. With courage she didn't know she possessed, courage most five-year-olds had, Kim's eyes found Jared Cheveyo's for a second. Black met black before she looked away again, quickly.
It didn't take her long before she realized he was staring at her with his mouth slightly open.
…was there something on her face?