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Eclipse Babe

Chapter 4: They do not love that do not show their course of true love never did run is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
- William Shakespeare

Monday morning I'm sitting in the second period of bio I had in the day, staring down at my sketch pad fixing the hands I've been working on since the first day at school, bored out of my mind. The bell just rang for third period to start, and I'm ready to fall asleep.

I'm shading the guy's hand, and frustrated because I can't seem to get the thumb right. The door screeches open, and everyone, except for me, looks up to see who is coming through the door.

"Well, Mr. Lyakon, nice of you to finally rejoin us. I hope you're feeling better. Please, see me after class for the assignments you missed," Ms. Beachcrest says, before turning back to the board to drone on about binary fission.

I look up to see Jared, and my heart skips a beat after not seeing him in two weeks. He's much taller then the last time I talked to him, and he seems to have bulked up. His once long hair is now close cropped, and he looks aged.

He sits down next to me and focuses all of his attention on opening his textbook to the page we're supposed to be looking at, and holding a pencil in his shaky hand.

I subconsciously shift away from him a bit, and he looks my way but I refuse to meet his eyes. His hand begins to shake slightly, and he appears to be focusing more on not breaking the desk he's gripping, then taking notes.

Rachel and I decided we weren't talking to him or Paul until she decided what she wants to do with the baby.

"Kimmy, come on, you know I love you, baby, I want you back," Damien whispers behind me, mostly because he knows Jared hates me and him together.

After he see's that I'm unresponsive, he starts directly with Jared.

"So, Lyakon, I hear you quit the team, why were we too tough on you? You couldn't take it anymore?" Damien teases.

I see the shaking in Jared's hands increase, he quickly turns around to glare at Damien, and I see the muscles in his arms tense like he wants to hit him. I finally give in and lay my hand on his forearm to stop him. It's burning hot and feels as if he still has a fever.

"Don't bother with him, he's not worth it," I say quietly to Jared, shooting a warning glare over my shoulder at Damien.

He looks down at my hand, then follows the line of my arm to my face. He looks like he's about to say something, but when our eyes meet, he instantly stops.

I'm staring into his deep brown eyes, so dark you almost can't make out the pupil, and I'm completely drawn into what feels like his soul.

Suddenly, everything around us doesn't matter anymore. He places his free hand on top of mine that's still on his arm, and I quickly take mine away, instantly feeling a blush rise in my cheeks. He looks hurt when I take my hand away, and he raises his hand slightly, as if he wants to touch me again.

I quickly look away, and spend the rest of the period exchanging sidelong glances with him. Every time I look, he's staring back at me, and I feel Damien's eyes on us the whole time. Only two weeks ago, I couldn't get him to even peer in my direction, and now he comes back from a two week absence and it's like I'm the only thing he can see.

When the bell rings for the period to be over I get up and quickly get ready to leave the classroom when suddenly Jared blocks my path to leaving.

"I'll see you at lunch," Damien sneers from behind me before rushing out of the classroom, as Jared scowls next to me.

"K-Kim, we n-need to talk…" Jared begins before getting interrupted by Ms. Beachcrest.

"Jared, your assignments are right here, and you need to make all of this up in the next two weeks because I need to have your grades in. I know it's a lot to make up on top of the work you'll be regularly assigned, so maybe you could get Kim to help you. She does have the highest average in the class. What do you say Kim?" Our Biology teacher asks me.

I was torn, this was my chance to be with my long time crush, but out of loyalty to my best friend and on again off again boyfriend, I really shouldn't have been talking to him.

"I'll do it," I say after a few moments of deliberation.

Jared looks at me like he's won the lottery.

"Thank you, Kimberly. Now hurry on before you're late for your next class, I'm not writing passes," she says gesturing out into the hall.

Jared follows me out of the room and walks slowly by my side.

"Kim, can you come, maybe like, after dinner and help me out a bit," he stammers out on our way to psychology.

I stop before the classroom and peer in to see Rachel sitting in the back staring out the window.

I push Jared out of view of the door, and he's still staring down at me like I'm the best thing that ever happened to him.

"I guess that'll work," I say looking around to make sure no one is staring at us.

"Ok, so is 7:30 good for you?" Jared asks.

I nod, "That's fine, but Paul and Sam better not be there, and Rachel can't find out," I say in a rush because I know the bell's gunna ring in a matter of seconds.

"I can't make any promises about Sam, but Paul's trying to avoid you too. I promise I won't speak of this if you don't want me to."

"Ok, now let's get to psych," I say turning around from him.

"You go ahead, I'm not feeling great, I have to find Sam," he says, stepping around me just as the bell rings.

I slide into my seat next to Rachel, just as the teacher starts lecturing.

"What took you so long to get here today?" Rachel whispers.

"I had to talk to Ms. Beachcrest after class. Did you hear Jared and Paul are back?" I asked her.

"Yeah, Aiden pointed it out to me this morning during his usual stalking of my life. I don't know, Kim, I think I still love him, and I kind of want him back," Rachel tells me.

"I think you should do what you feel is best, you really do need to decide what you're doing first, and I really think you should tell your dad," I say sternly.

"I know, I'm going to tell him tonight and see what he thinks I should do," she says looking away.

"Let me know what happens with that, I'm tutoring later, but text me."

"Will do," she says with a half smile.

During lunch, Jared sits facing our table across the cafeteria with Missy practically throwing herself at him, switching between carefully watching me, and shooting glares at Damien who has resumed his spot next to me, across from Aiden who was with Rachel again.

Upon seeing it, Damien wraps his arm around my waist and gives me a peck on the cheek.

I close my eyes slightly, and force a half smile.

We weren't officially together again, but if was inevitable at this point. I knew I couldn't have Jared, and Damien did love me even though he had a bad temper, I know he never meant to hurt me.

"What are you doing after school today?" Damien asks me.

"Nothing, just dinner with the family at 6:30, and tutoring and homework at 7:30" I answer.

"Do you want to hang out at my place, maybe take a walk in the park," he suggests with a smile.

"And no pressuring me to do anything I don't want to," I ask.

"No, I promise," he says kissing me on the lips. When I open my eyes I see Jared storming out of the cafeteria.

After art, Damien and I get into my car together.

"So, where to?" I ask, pulling out onto the main road.

"My house, or the park," he suggests.

"Let's go to the park," I say driving off in that direction.

He helps me out of the car once we're parked, and slides his hand into mine. I'm still leery of his newfound kindness, but I'm not in the mood to question it.

"I've missed you, Kimmy," he says, rubbing his thumb over mine.

"I've missed you too, Damien, and I hope you know why I kept my distance from you," I say looking into his eyes and not even feeling half of what I felt when I looked into Jared's eyes.

"Yes, I do, and I'm really sorry for that. I don't know what comes over me sometimes, I just love you so much, I hate when you pull away from me. I know you want to take it slow, but I think four years is slow enough."

"I know it's slow, and I love you to death, but I'm too scared to do anything with you right now. Before you say anything, it's just all around me I see teen pregnancy's, and I want to get out of La Push once when we graduate, if anything fails and I have a baby, I'm going to be stuck here and I don't want that," I say truthfully.

"We don't have to go all the way though. There are other things we can do that we won't have to worry about that," he tries to compromise.

"You're gunna tell me that once we start messing around, you're not going to want to keep going?" I ask skeptically.

"If you say stop, I won't go any further."

"I find that hard to believe," I mutter.

"What was that?" He asks, squeezing my hand tighter.

I stop walking and turn to face him, cupping his cheek in my free hand. "Don't get all bent out of shape, I'm just saying, last time I said stop, you didn't listen, if you promise to respect me then I'll try," I say, going on my tiptoes to kiss him softly on the lips.

"I'm sorry, babe, ok, I promise. I love you too much to let you go again," Damien murmurs in my ear, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him.

"How's Rachel feeling? She's looking better," Damien says.

"I think she's feeling better. She's had a lot to deal with lately, I think her being back with Aiden has helped though. She really does love him, I don't know what possessed her to be with Paul," I tell him as we continue walking in a light drizzle.

He takes off his sweat shirt and hands it to me, and I gladly accept, quickly pulling it over my head.

"We all do stupid things out of lust," He says, staring out at the mountains covered in trees surrounding us.

I have nothing to say to that as we walk up to the edge of the cliff we're on, and stare down at a brook snaking through the park.

"It's so beautiful," I whisper breathing in the crisp air.

"I know you are," he says, kissing my neck.

I entwine my fingers in his hair, holding his lips to my neck.

"I don't want to go any further then this right now," I tell him.

He takes my hand out of his hair, and brings my face around to kiss his lips.

"That's ok, I can wait," he says, pulling out his cell phone to check the time. "Come on, Kimmy, we need to get going if you're going to get home on time for dinner." He says, taking my hand and leading me back the way we'd come.

We get into my car and I drive to his house, dropping him off at 6:15.

"Who are you tutoring tonight anyway?" he asks, inches away from my face after a kiss, before getting out.

"Jared Lyakon," I answer begrudgingly.

He looks at me with disgust in his eyes. "Why would you be helping him?" he asks me.

"Because Ms. Beachcrest asked me too, and I need her recommendation to get into college."

"I guess, just, be careful with him ok? I don't trust him," he says giving me another kiss.

"I will, trust me."

He nods, and I watch him head into his house. I get to mine at 6:30 on the dot, and have dinner with my family. After cleaning the dishes with Stacie, I get the green light to go out and help Jared.

He lives two blocks away from me, so I get there in a matter of minutes.

I walk up the walkway, and ring the bell. after a few moments of shouting, the door finally opens to a boy that looks like a younger Jared.

"Hey, you must be Kim. Jared and Sam haven't shut up about you all afternoon, you are kinda hot, I can see what they're gushing over," the boy says to me with a cocky smile.

"Brady, shut up and move," Jared says and he pushes his little brother out of the way.

"Hey Kim, I'm sorry about my little brother. My Mom dropped him on his head one too many times apparently. Come in, and let me take that," he says, sliding my book bag off of my shoulder and onto his.

He leads me into his kitchen, stopping briefly on the way to introduce me to his parents.

"Sam's gone already, don't worry," he says, sitting across from me at the table, pushing his books to the side.

"Ok, are you ready to study?" I ask.

He nods after a minute, and leans over as I try to explain the first unit he missed. He starts to understand it, but I see is focus slipping.

"Let's take a break" I say after a half an hour.

Just then my phone goes off and I see Rachel's number on the screen. I get up from the table, and walk towards the window on the opposite side of the kitchen.

"Excuse me," I say quickly before opening my phone.

"Rache, what's up?" I ask quickly.

"I told Dad," she says nervously.

"And, what'd he say?" I ask.

"He's disappointed, but after I told him who the father is, he was surprisingly ok with it, even though I'm not with him right now. He's behind me in whatever I decide to do, I think I'm gunna keep it."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes, no, I don't know. Kim, I can't kill it I know that, but I still have seven and a half months to decide."

"Yeah, that's true, when do you need to go to the doctor?" I ask.

"Dad says I need to go as soon as possible, Embry's mom is going to take me sometime next week to whoever she goes to for that stuff. I swore them all to secrecy, and the same applies to you and Becca. Paul can't find out right now ," Rachel says with a seriously.

"Of course, I would never, you know that. Good luck with everything. I'll talk to you later ok?"

I hang up the phone quickly and Jared steps up behind me, tentatively placing a hand on my shoulder. I lay my hand on top of his and sigh.

"What's going on Kim?" He asks me, with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking. I really worry about her sometimes. But, I'm not here for you to be my shrink, you need to study."

"No, Kim, if something's bothering you, tell me," he says, turning me around to face him.

"I just feel like I need to help her, she has so much going on," I say, not knowing why I'm opening myself to him. As if he really cares.

"You can't help everyone, you know, sometimes you just have to stand back and watch people make their own mistakes," he tells me, lifting my chin with his two of his scorching fingers so that I have to look at him.

"Why are you so hot?" I ask, taking his hand into mine.

"Genetics," he whispers smoothly above me. A blush quickly rises to my cheeks when I realize my words can be taken in two ways.

I let go of his hand hastily and walk back to the table.

"I meant temperature, you feel like you still have a fever, are you even feeling any better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answers looking somewhat frustrated.

We finish studying for the night, and he walks me to my car that's parked in front of his house.

I'm about to get in when he grabs my hand, stopping me from opening my door.

"Kim, why were you sitting with Damien at lunch today?" He asks me.

"Why were you with Missy?" I counter.

"I asked first," he spits out.

"We're back together," I answer. His arms shake slightly and his eyes cloud with hatred. He struggles to stay in check for a moment, and a look of calculated calm and loathing finds it's home in his features. He lets go of my hand and looks at me with a scowl.

"What do you see in that tool?"

"He loves me," I snap back, defending Damien.

"Really, because I push the woman I love to have sex with me, and bruise her up," he quips.

"My relationship is none of your concern. I'll see you in class tomorrow," I say, sitting in my car, slamming the door and turning on the engine.

I peel away quickly, leaving Jared shaking in the street behind me.