(A/N- This will be the last chapter of Imprint. It has been an amazing story and I have grown so much as a writer thanks to all who reviewed and supported me. I know sappy. I'm sorry. Before anyone panics and breaks their computer screen I will be making a sequel. This is just the beginning for Brooke, Kim, Paul, and Jared. I hope you visit them soon. Love you guys!)

Kpov

I could only see Jared.

His face was panicked and morose. I think he expected another round of f-bombs. His shining caramel eyes looked pitiful but, still bright. They had lost all happiness and hope. I could relate.

After all that I still wanted to fall to my knees and beg him to take me back.

Screw it.

I raced out of the gym right before I could turn back into cinder-kim.

I don't remember much after running. Running did make me feel much better though. The adrenaline lasted all the way to the parking lot and then my sides started to ache and I clutched my stomach. I fell on the hard, bumpy, black concrete next to a very flashy looking sports car. Then, I began to sob.

"Kim?"

I looked up and saw the guy Brooke came with. It was Stewie or Stan or something like that…oh yeah it was Steven.

"Hi," I gurgled through snot and tears. Very attractive, Kimberly.

"Hey" he gave me a sad smile and sat down beside me.

"What's the matter? Shouldn't a pretty girl like you have a good time at her school dance?"

I was surprised he called me pretty. No one ever considered me attractive before Jared and even then he always said things like 'beauty that surpasses the sun' or 'more lovely than a rose'. At the time I thought it was sweet and romantic. Now, it just sounded absurd and overdone.

I liked being simply pretty.

"I guess I just wasn't with the right guy." I said and smiled at Steven and he smiled back. It seemed easy, no stress, no drama, no pressure to keep myself perfect.

"Well personally, I think the guy has to be insane if he let a great girl like you get away from him."

Okay don't judge me.

Maybe it was because it seemed like an easy way out. Maybe, I was hurt and just wanted someone to appreciate me. Maybe, I needed something simple with no strings attached.

Anyway, I let Steven kiss me.

It wasn't rough and passionate, it was soft and simple. I felt a little calmer and I needed something without drama.

So, I grabbed his overpriced designer tux and pulled Steven toward me, deepening the very chaste kiss.

And, just as I pulled away I saw Jared watching us.

The End

(For Now)