A/N: Welcome to the first installment of my wolf universe. I will probably do three stories, right now they're Jared and Kim; Embry and my own character Kayleigh; and Seth and Kim's only cousin Lily, again my own character. The names might change or I might be inspired to write something else, etc. but that's my plan right now.

My chapters are based off of songs that correlate with where Jared and Kim are; the names themselves might not make sense but the lyrics that I choose from them definitely will. I can't decide who's point of view is going to be present more, I have a feeling it's going to be Kim but Jared is easy to write too. So, without further au du, Kimberly Ann Morgan and Jared Michael Taylor :) Read and review, por favor.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does, but I like to play with her characters :)

P.S.- This is the first time I'm actually publishing anything I've ever written so, be nice, please. These are SM's characters the way I see them. And sorry this was so long, but it's the first chapter of a new story so I kind of have to explain a little :)

Chapter 1-So Contagious

"Cause I believe in loving you with first sight. I know it's crazy but I'm hoping to…to take a hold of you." -Acceptance, So Contagious

JPOV

In through the nose, out though the mouth. Count to ten. Stretch my arms above my head, out in front, and down. Roll my shoulders, roll my neck. Rinse and repeat. Relax. "Whoosh," I breathed. Much better. It felt good to be back in my semi-structured life and a semi-routine. I could smell the chocolate-chip pancakes from the kitchen where my mom was cooking. Dad had probably left for work about an hour ago. I slipped on the first pair of jeans from my draw and threw on a tee-shirt. I was going back to school today which I am not a fan of, and now that I have supercool werewolf abilities, superpowers if you will, there was really no incentive to go. I was smart, don't get me wrong, but not like competitively smart. I was in two AP classes and honors the rest but I had only a couple A's and mostly of B+'s. It's not like I had any plan for the future. Mom said I didn't have to have one; I was perfect just the way I was.

... Which brings me to my next point: I'm a self proclaimed momma's boy. I played football - very well, mind you - and I could take apart a car and put it back together, and I was a beast at GTA (Grand Theft Auto, the video game, in case you didn't know). But I could also bake a mean pineapple upside-down cake and I knew how to do my own laundry. How many seventeen year-old boys do you know that can do that? Yeah, that's what I thought.

I walked into the kitchen, savoring the lovely smell of chocolate-chip pancakes in the morning. "Ah, you, Mother, are the best." I said to my mom, Linda Ann Hall-Taylor. She was the coolest mom ever. One of the strongest people I know, emotionally stable yet capable of sympathizing. She was a nurse at Forks Community Hospital, a 40-minute commute without traffic, but she got up everyday and went to work because she loved to help people and she loved her job. She really is a great mom. Even better, she knew I was a werewolf. I had exploded into my inner fur-ball when she told me that Dad wasn't coming home from New York because he had to stay another day for work. I cannot even tell you how it made me mad enough to phase, but it did, and right in front of my mother, no less. She freaked, I freaked; I'm pretty sure the dog freaked too because he still won't come near me. After she made sure she wasn't hallucinating (which was difficult), she called Billy Black, a well respected member of The Council, and told him that there was a slight problem in our living room.

I had destroyed the couch, the reason that set off my second phase, four hours later. I really loved that couch and I mourn its demise. It took me three days to calm down enough after exploding for the second time to actually become a human. My mother refused to leave my side (Momma's boy, remember?) after I had finally returned from a crash course in werewolves, and was the one who calmed me enough to phase. I forgot that I was going to be naked.... awkward, much? Sam took me out of school for two weeks to show me the basics and set up patrols. What a grueling two weeks. But I was going back now, so I needed to control myself.

My clothes felt restricting as I sat down and started shoveling food in my mouth, my mom watching disgustedly before shaking her head and looking away. I downed a half-gallon of milk and kissed her goodbye before running out of the house and into my truck. I was under strict orders from Sam to go to school and then come right back home for the next two weeks. I also had to quit football and any other sport. That sucked, football was fun. There was just no time to do anything but be a werewolf and go to school. Whatever, being a supercool, super powerful, super awesome werewolf was cooler... even if no one knew about it. I was only allowed to eat with Paul, who had phased just a week before me. Poor Sam, he had to deal with both of us at basically the same time.

Paul took a while to calm down; he was a wolf for a whole week. It was tough sharing his mind; he was my best friend but I had never realized the extent of his anger. His dad left when he was five, his two-year-old sister and his other sister not even born yet. I didn't know how much it had penetrated his thoughts. I could see the nights of sitting at his mother's door through the years, hearing her crying. I could see him holding a six-year old Tessa and a four-year-old Laura in his arms during a thunderstorm - holding them close because there was no one else to. I knew he hated that I had seen all of this, but it made us more like brothers, which I knew he was subconsciously thankful for.

Paul was leaning against his car when I pulled into The Quileute Tribal School. He had his eyes closed, a deep wrinkle in his brow. He had been off from school for three weeks due to his temper, and I could tell he was trying really hard not to be stressed. Like me, he was a pretty good student and had missed a lot of work, which meant twice the effort to learn....

Why am I here again? Stupid Sam and his stupid orders going all alpha on me. That's why I was here.

We walked to homeroom (AP Chemistry, I know you're jealous) and sat in our normal seats. I could hear the voices in the hall; I could see the looks, even Mrs. Atera did a double take (Yes, Quil Atera's mom teaches Chemistry and Biology at QTS). They all thought we were on steroids. I wanted to tell them the truth, that we were protecting them from something that could kill them in a nanosecond, that we were supposed to be respected as warriors. Instead I thought of the waves on First Beach and the steady sound of rain. I could feel Paul concentrating as well. I opened my eyes and nudged Paul out of his revere as the bell rang and Mrs. Atera started class.

"Welcome Back Mr. Taylor and Mr. Rivers. You have much to catch up on, see me after class, please." We both nodded in her direction. It was going to be a long double period.

After Chem. I had Trig. Now that was awkward; my football friends were in that class and I had to tell them that their starting quarterback was quitting. I was shunned. There goes, like, half of my friends. I didn't think it was going to bother me that much. I mean, I had Paul right? I forgot that I only have four periods with him. Fantastic. Fuck friends, who needs a social life, right?

Next was English with all of my lacrosse friends. I had to tell them that their goalie was quitting. There goes the other half. Excellent. Finally, Spanish, I could just sit there and listen in the back of the room and do absolutely nothing. I had really never had an aversion to school because of the social bologna that goes on but now that I was on the other side I can absolutely say it sucked.

Whatever; apparently all high school is based on is how well you can play. Thank God Paul and I had the next half of the day together. Lunch was fifth period, I wasn't even hungry, which was good because Paul ate all of my food anyway. I had free sixth. I considered just leaving and going to convince Sam that school was no longer necessary but decided against it. Paul met me in the lobby, looking considerably more happy than he did this morning; food does that to him... well, food does that to every man with a stomach. He sat down on the bench with an, "Oomph".

"This blows," I said, stating the obvious.

"I was a good running-back," Paul sighed.

"Yeah, I was a kick-ass quarterback."

"This blows."

"Said that already."

"We should protest. Can an alpha be overruled?"

"Don't think so."

"This blows."

And this really did blow. I was all happy this morning, thinking my stupid friends were going to be all sympathetic. I guess it was hard since all I told them was "Doctor's Orders, no sports"...yeah, that was pretty lame.

"We could leave."

"Sam would castrate us."

"True."

Stupid Alpha and his stupid rules that say I can't have any stupid friends outside of the stupid pack because I'm a super cool stupid werewolf and I can burst into a stupid ball of fur. Whatever...I feel like I've said 'whatever' a thousand times; I just want this day to be over. Paul and I headed off to Psychology to sit through yet another forty-five minutes of stuff that I'm not going to need to know anymore. Who the fuck cares about the stages of life when my very being defies science and reason, when I can live forever if I wanted to?

Finally, last period of the day, AP US History. More stuff that I don't need to know, that I had three-hundred years to learn if I wanted. Paul and I were first in the room, Psych. was right next door.

"Hello Mr. Taylor, Mr. Rivers! How good to have you back! You've missed a lot, but I'm sure you'll both catch up..." Yada yada yada, I'd heard the same thing all day. Mr. Kelly was a cool teacher but it was eighth period, a Monday, and I haven't had to get up at 6:30 for over two weeks, so I tuned him out. I usually sat at a table (yes, we have tables instead of desks in half of the classrooms because 'QTS is not only a highly academic environment but also a social one as well'... yeah, and the school board was cheap) with the rest of the guys but Paul and I were obviously no longer allowed to sit with them. Assholes. I wonder if they know that I could break every fucking bone in their bodies. Whatever...There's that word again.

Paul and I sat at a table in the back. The class started to file in and I glared at my former friends; Ashton, Evan, Mike, Chris, and Matt. They ignored me. I folded my arms on the desk and put my head down. Paul had done that the minute we sat down, not bothering with the idiots; smart boy. I felt a chair scrape against the tile and looked up. A petite (well, everyone was petite to me) girl was putting -well, slamming was a better word for it - her books on the table, glaring murderously at the wood in front of me. Another girl walked over and was immediately talking "...And Louisa just texted me and asked if I could ride Orion but I already have Mac and Ace to ride on top of whatever three school horses Monica wants me to ride and I have a Psych. test tomorrow that I really need to study for -"

"Yes, Mina, I can ride Orion for you and anyone else if you need." The girl's back was turned to me so I couldn't make out who it was yet, but her voice sounded amused. The other girl, Mina, plopped her books down inconsiderately in front of Paul, I could see his hands ball into fists but he didn't lift his head. I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, letting him know I was here and to just relax. She looked from Paul's figure to mine, back to Paul and then to the girl. The girl shrugged and turned around.

I was hit by a truck. My chest compressed tightly, like it was trying to cave in on itself, making it very hard to breathe. Her scent hit me first. Something I can't describe; it smelled like elegance, like she was made of the finest diamonds. It smelled like the sun (not that I know what the sun smells like), it smelled like vanilla and ice and mangos. I suddenly loved diamonds and the sun and vanilla and ice and mangos. I looked into her eyes, deep pools of black with the occasional speck of gold that would probably take a werewolf's eyes to see. I memorized her face in less than half a second, from the curve of her perfect lips to her proud Native American cheek bones, her jet black shimmering hair to the eyelashes that would have a supermodel jealous. My heart was pounding so hard I bet the entire class could hear. Heat was radiating off of her along with the overpowering scent.

It wasn't like everything else faded away, rather, she became the only thing that held color and depth; she was the one changing, right before my eyes. It was almost painful the way she had just annihilated anything and everything that mattered and placed herself below my collar bone, to the left, right next to my heart; no, not next to, inside. Yes, she had just opened up my chest and was now writing her name in permanent ink on my heart. She was imprinting herself on me, and there was nothing I could do about it... not that I wanted to. It only took me a few seconds of openly staring before I mentally slapped myself and pulled it together.

"Hey, sorry we hijacked your table but we've been shunned from ours." I told her, breathless from all of the room she was taking up inside of me so that my lungs couldn't expand. She seemed surprised at my apologetic tone. "Oh, no, it's okay, we'll just go sit at the other one." Her voice was perfect, exactly the way it should be. Light but strong. I stopped her before she could even pick up her books again. "Wait! No! Stay here, this is Paul." I said, and then nudged Paul a littler harder than necessary. He let out a growl that only I could hear.

"Yeah, sorry. Like he said, we've been shunned. We don't want you to leave, though," Paul said smiling at the girl Mina. Mina raised an eyebrow at the exact same time my imprint did and they both looked at each other questioningly.

"Yeah, sit, sit. I don't think he has any work planned for us anyway." I said, referring to Mr. Kelly. The girl looked at Mina and nodded.

"Alright," she said hesitantly. She put her book bag down and I could see her name written in neat curvy letters on a binder. Kimberly Morgan. Kim. Kimmy. Kimberly Morgan. What a name. She pulled the sleeves back of her long-sleeved shirt and revealed three leather gold plated bracelets, one reading Supernova, the other Adrenaline Rush, and the last Pensé Bonne De. Her copper skin looked like silk, her hands strong yet feminine. I couldn't even think straight, I just kept looking at Kimberly. I was already measuring her heart rate and her breathing pattern. I could stare at her for hours, just to see everything there was to her.

"So, are you going to tell us why you were shunned?"

"Because we're not playing football next year and I quit lacrosse so everyone hates us now."

"Oh...well... aren't you guys a big deal on the football team?"

"We were," Paul answered sourly.

"I see. Well, they're stupid and are just pissed because you won't be there to save their asses at counties next year," Kimberly smiled at me, her grin was infectious and I could feel my whole body warming even more than the normal 108°.

"Damn straight," Paul answered. I'm sure he could hear my accelerated heartbeat and erratic breathing, even if I was playing it cool on the outside.

Class proceeded much like that, a small amount of banter, a little flirting, a lot of just talking. It was easy for us all to talk like we had known each other already. Kim seemed to know a lot about my lacrosse and football positions, she hated being called anything but Kim, the three golden bracelets were of her horses names (Mina had the same kind), They rode at a farm near First Beach, Kim hated the color yellow, Mina loved the color yellow, and other fun facts.

I like Mina, she had spunk. Kim was, well, Kim. She was gorgeous; I couldn't take my eyes off of her and she radiated 'too good for you'. Paul was struggling to repress his laughter the whole time yet was pretty enthralled with Mina. They openly flirted while Kim and I just rolled our eyes. She smiled the whole time. Whether it was mocking or grinning or really smiling at something funny. She was witty and cool; she lit up when she smiled, her whole face glowing. She blushed a little, just a slight red tint when Mina said something embarrassing. They told us stories about stupid things they did when they rode horses. We told them stories about football disasters and pranks. It was perfect; the exact way a couple of kids sitting in eighth period AP US History should act, keeping our text books closed as we laughed together. I knew why it was perfect, Kim was my imprint. Of course we fit together perfectly.