Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Nope, nope.
Numbers.
Kim's always been good at math, but not so much with guys.
I guess you may have noticed by now that this is not a continuation of the previous story. And that is because I've decided to change this into a collection of short imprint tales. I want to thank everyone who read the first story though, so: thank you, thank you!
I wrote this short fic to illustrate a different kind of Kim/Jared imprint story start. It's common to see Kim as the stuttery, nervous introvert - but I also wanted to show that there's more to her than that (her math skills for instance. -snort-)
1460 I wrote on the top of my history notes.
365 x 4 = 1460. I scrawled under it.
365 days x 4 years + leap day = 1461 days I've spent crushing on Jared.
I read over what'd I written for a couple moments… before I furiously scribbled the numbers out with my pencil. Paranoia swept through me, and I had a strange feeling that somebody was watching me. How embarrassing it would be if someone actually caught me writing something like this.
I dared myself to look up and almost shrieked. Someone was watching me. And if it weren't for the fact I was used to being quiet, I probably would have shrieked. Who wouldn't when Jared – as in crush, hot, crush Jared – was staring at you like… like…
"You're the most beautiful thing on Earth," he whispered as he rested his head on his hand dreamily.
Yes. Exactly like that.
As if…
WHAT!
I fought back the blush that was creeping up my cheeks, but he seemed to notice. He smiled to himself, almost smugly, victoriously. He scooted his chair closer to me.
Jared. Jared. Jared.
His name was on replay in my head. On loop, one thousand four hundred and sixty one times…
Jared. Jared. Jared.
"Hey," he said.
"H-hi," I stammered. He smiled even wider, and I was sure I was a tomato red by now.
Jared. Jared. Jared.
He's talking to me. Jared's talking to me.
After one thousand for hundred and sixty one days... Jared's talking to me.
"So," he said. What's your name?"
And the butterflies in my stomach froze. He didn't know my name? Even though… I glanced back at my history notes, just barely making out the numbers I had written there minutes ago.
One thousand four hundred and sixty one…
One thousand four hundred and sixty one days. It would've taken just one to learn my name. One day to remember it, even if he would never use it. Out of one thousand four hundred and sixty one days, he had never looked at me. Not even once.
One thousand four hundred and sixty one… One thousand four hundred and sixty one… One thousand four hundred and sixty one…
I looked back at him, matching his smirk and not caring how childish I was about to sound.
"Not telling you."
"No?" he asked, confused.
"Nope. Not yet. But maybe in another one thousand four hundred and sixty one."