KIM

PLUS

JARED

EQUALS

LOVE

"Kim?"

KIM CAMERON

"Kim?"

JARED AND KIM FOREVER

"KIM!"

"WHAT?" I snapped, quickly shutting my notebook.

I looked over at my best friend Olivia, who was staring at me with wide eyes. I'm not too much of a snapper, but if she's going to disturb me while I'm daydreaming about… him… then she's going to get snapped at.

"Sorry… I… uh… the bell rang four minutes ago," Olivia said.

I looked around the empty cafeteria.

"I thought we got here early?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah but that was like, a half an hour ago. Lunch is over," Olivia said, biting back her smile.

I blinked twice, staring at my unopened lunch box, "Crap."

"Yeah so… we should get to-"

"CRAP I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR ENGLISH!" I yelled, jumping up. English was the only class I had with him. Jared.

"Bye Liv, see you in gym!" I called, heading out the door.

So as you can see, this is a little more than a crush. I am super, mega, jumbo in love with Jared Cameron. And English is the only class we have together because you see, I'm what you call "gifted." I mean, just because I could read before I could walk doesn't mean I'm super special or anything, but according to La Push High School, it does. So I am in an English class a year above me. And Jared is what you call "under average," so he is in an English class a year below him, along with all his other stupid- I mean underdeveloped friends. And so fate has brought us together to be in the same class and sit next to each other! He just doesn't know I exist… yet.

I do have a genius plan for him to notice me and then we can run away together, I just have to come up with it first. Or he actually has to show up for school… Unfortunately for me, it's been two whole weeks and I haven't been able to see Jared. This is a devastatingly sad tragedy for me, as you can probably see. Personally, I think Jared has mono because Allison Hills had it and she's a junior and I heard from Jess Evans that Allison hooked up with Kevin Turner who hooked up with Amy Sanchez who "supposedly" hooked up with Jared. My Jared. Did I mention Jared was a player?

But one day he will realize that it's me and only me that he truly belongs with. Anyways, enough with my Jared fantasies. My name is Kimberly Carter, I like to be called Kim as you know and I'm fifteen. Uh… and that's it. Oh and I like to dance. But not like, club dancing or party dancing because I feel awkward doing that. I like ballet dancing. True story.

When I walked into English, I was three minutes late and everybody had already taken their seats. They stared at me as I quickly walked to my seat.

"Thank you for joining us Mrs. Carter," Mrs. Reed said snidely, turning back to the board.

I felt myself go bright red and I rested my hand on my cheek, forming a curtain of hair between me and Jared.

JARED?

I didn't dare look, but I could feel his hot presence behind me. No literally, he was like a toaster.

A toaster?

Okay, bad analogy but he was really warm and I could feel it even though I was a foot away from him. Back to the story.

I think my day instantly got better at the fact that Jared was back! I mean come one, he could make anyone's day better. He's Jared.

"Okay class, this week we are going to be reading Jane Eyre," Mrs. Reed announced.

The entire class groaned, but I was like been there, read that! Because I have. So, looks like I have no English homework for the rest of the week. Mrs. Reed placed two books on Jared's desk. One for him, one for me. Keeping my eyes on my desk, I saw him set one on my desk.

Say thank you! Say it, Kim! Say it!

"Uhmhmbhm."

Oh Kim.

Well, there goes number 238 attempt to talk to Jared Parker. Another fail, why am I not surprised? But SOMEDAY I will talk to him.

"So he handed you a book and all you said was buhmbm?" Olivia asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No, it was more like uhmhmbhm," I said, shrugging.

"KIM!" she exclaimed, face palming.

"I panicked okay?"

"Less talking more kicking girls," Coach Jim told us.

"Yes coach Jim," we sighed. Olivia kicked me the soccer ball from about two feet away. I missed and had to run to catch it and then kicked it back, watching it go somewhere to the right of me and under a bleacher. I'm a dancer, not a soccer player.

"Kim! Here he comes!" Olivia squealed.

I gasped and ducked my head, hiding behind my hair. I felt him walk by me, but he was alone. Usually he has a friend or two walking on either side of him, but there was no laughing or talking and I could tell it was just Jared. A lot of kids used the gym as a shortcut from one side of the school to the other. I looked up at Olivia when I knew he was gone.

"KIM!" she growled.

"What? He makes me shy!"

"Ugh!"

"Sorry, just… help me think of a plan to get him to notice me!" I pleaded.

"Well eye contact would help!" she exclaimed incredulously.

"You're no help," I sighed.

Neither of us had had any boyfriend experience. But at least Olivia can flirt. I am how you say… socially inept? Yeah, that works. I'm not necessarily shy around people (well except Jared) but I usually say something awkward and then… yeah.

"Kim, as your friend, I feel the need to tell you this," Liv said, putting her hand on my shoulder, "Get over him!"

"Never!" I gasped dramatically.

"You're hopeless," she sighed, sitting on another soccer ball.

"Am not!" I said, kicking the ball out from under her butt so she fell on the ground.

"Rude!" she growled as I burst out in hysterical giggles.

"I'm home!" I called when I walked into the house.

"Hey Kimmy!" daddy said from the office, "Go get ready for ballet, we're leaving in ten!"

"Kay," I sighed, trudging up the stairs.

I went upstairs and changed into my leotard and tights. After putting my thin black hair into a bun, I turned my computer on. With five minutes to spare, I logged into Facebook, my sad obsession. But really, who isn't obsessed with Facebook? It's a simple fact of life that if you make a Facebook, you're going to get addicted. But I use my Facebook as a stalking tool for a special someone. Jared. Except I'm too scared to friend request him, so I can only stare longingly at his profile picture. He's with his friends, a huge smile on his face. His unkempt hair is falling carelessly in his face, his dark eyes full of carefree happiness.

It's times like this when I wish I had a mom. Someone to help me with talking to boys. My parents are as helpless as ever. My mom isn't dead, and she didn't leave. Actually, my dads are gay. No mom in the picture. I mean, she carried me around for nine months, but popped me out and that was it. I'm only related to one of my fathers, but we don't know which one. I would guess the Quileute one was mine because my white dad looks nothing like me. But it's only a guess.

But my trusty diary is now what I use to keep all me secrets and emotions in. It's extremely embarrassing because I have my first name and Jared's surname tacked all over it, but whatever. I'll be sure to hide it somewhere if Jared ever comes into my room. Drool. I took out my diary and a hot pink pen with a furry, fuzz thingy on top. Plopping down on my bed, I began to write.

Dear Diary,

School today was fine. Jared came back, but I didn't say anything to him, except I mumbled something incoherent when he handed me a book. Further embarrassed. I wish so much for him to notice me. I wonder when I'm going to lose hope. This isn't a silly schoolgirl crush, though. I can feel it, it's so much more. I could never talk to my dads about this, they just don't get it.

Well, enough sad stuff, this is making me depressed. Off to ballet,

Kim "Cameron"

So I had this idea in my head and I had to write it!Review if you want me to continue!