This is a one-shot from Kim's perspective of Jared imprinting on her. It has NOTHING to do with my Kim and Jared story: Wonderland. It will only be a one-shot, no chapters or anything, but if you want a K&J story please check out Wonderland. This Kim's personality is the complete opposite from my Wonderland Kim, the reactions are also very different. I hope you like it, another Kim and Jared story was the number one voted story in my poll and I will be starting another imprint story soon that will not be Kim and Jared. I will let you know what couple it will be in an authors note on my Wonderland story within the next few chapters so check that out!
Lots of love and hope you enjoy! Please remember to review if you like it! xx.
"Hey, can you tell me what the answer to number four is?" A deep, husky voice next to me asked. I froze. I knew that voice. I always begged for that voice to talk to me, in my mind of course, never out loud or anything. Jared Thail. Sure, he was only talking to me because he wanted the answers to the worksheet we were doing, but still, it was an improvement. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him giving me that charming smile of his. I bet he doesn't even know my name.
I turned to look at him. He was so gorgeous. He had been out of school for the past two weeks and when he returned yesterday I had almost passed out. He had always been beautifully handsome but those two weeks off of school had done him well. All of chemistry class yesterday I had thought of things I could say to him, conversation starters, but nothing came out. Instead, I just watched him out of the corner of my eye, the whole class, while he doodled in his notebook.
Today wouldn't be any different or so I thought. I realized we were both looking at each other now. I had been staring. I immediately turned a bright red. It was one thing to admire from afar or when he didn't know, but I had been caught ogling him straight to his face. How embarrassing. I reached over and wrote 'OH-' as number four on his paper. I didn't trust myself to talk. I pulled back and looked down at my paper, trying hard not to look up at him. I didn't need to embarrass myself even more.
"Hey…" A soft voice whispered as a big tan hand brushed against my arm. I dropped my pen, that I had been holding, in shock. His touch was warm and sent tingles through my whole body. He pulled his hand away quickly and I turned to look at him with wide eyes. He was staring intently at me, like I had been to him moments before. I blushed again and looked down. I can't believe he is talking to me! If only I could gain the courage to talk to him… Say something!
Say you like his new haircut! Or ask what gym he's been going too! Talk about the flipping weather! I don't care, just SAY SOMETHING! SPEAK NOW KIM! I glanced up at him and smiled slightly. His face immediately shot into a huge grin. I bit my lip and hoped I could keep myself from saying something stupid. It was highly unlikely, but a girl can dream. I opened my mouth to speak. I wasn't sure what I was going to say but I was hoping something would come out… He spoke before I had the chance to.
"Are you new here?" My world came crashing down with those four words. My smile faded to a frown and I looked away from him. He must have seen that he had done something wrong because he immediately started apologizing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! What's the matter? What did I do? I'm sorry!" I wanted to cry. I could have forgiven him for not knowing my name even though we have been in classes together since kindergarden. I could have forgiven him for not knowing it even though we worked on a history project together last year or had been reading buddies in first grade. But he didn't even know I existed. Did he even know someone sat next to him up until today?
"Shit. You're not new here, are you? I'm-I'm so sorry…" The bell rang and I got out of my seat and sprinted towards the door. I didn't want to cry in front of him. It's hard when someone you have a crush on doesn't like you back. It's even harder when the person you have a crush on doesn't even know you exist. I rushed down the hallway. Why couldn't I be what he wanted?
"Hey!" I heard Jared's voice call out of the mass of people. I ignored it. He wasn't talking to me. A scorching hand grabbed my arm. I jumped about a foot in the air and spun around to face the intruder. Jared.
"Woah, woah. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I glanced down at my arm that he was holding. He followed my gaze and slowly let go of it. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking deeply concerned. No. I nodded my head before dropping my gaze to look at my shoes.
"I'm really sorry. I really am...I-I don't know what to say...God, I'm such a jerk. You must hate me. Please don't hate me. You won't even look at me...I'm so sorry…" I snapped my head up to look at him, cocking my head to the side in confusion. He looked distraught. Why did he care? He sounded so upset. He gathered both of my hands in his. His hands were soft but strong and very warm. They felt wonderful around my tiny, cold hands. He stared into my eyes with so much intensity that I thought it might burn a hole straight through me.
"Please tell me your name and I will make it up to you. Anything you want." He was...pleading with me? No, that wasn't right. Guys didn't plead with me. Jared Thail didn't plead with me. I opened my mouth to say something but happened to glance around. We were the only two in the hallway. Had the bell already rung? How had I missed that? I wasn't sure if he noticed but I had to get to class. I didn't want to though, even if he didn't know my name I still had a huge crush on him. He was studying my face, waiting for me to say something. I blushed, realizing I had been silent since he first looked at me in class.
What do I say? What do I say! My name is Kim. Thats all you have to say. Say it! My name is Kim. Out loud! GAH!
"I've been in at least two of your classes since kindergarden and we worked on a history project together last year...though I did most of the work...I have also sat next to you this entire year in chemistry." I finally said softly. WHY DID YOU SAY THAT? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY MY NAME IS KIM! Me llamo Kim would have been better than that! I mentally slapped myself. Why can't I ever listen to my mind? It always knows when I am going to do something stupid! I stopped arguing with myself long enough to concentrate back on Jared. He looked like a kicked puppy and my face softened, wondering what could have happened to make him look like this.
He dropped my hands and hung his head. My hands were instantly cold and I wanted him to hold them again. It had felt so nice. I couldn't help the frown that appeared on my face with the lack of contact.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered with such feeling that it almost knocked me off my feet. He reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. I flinched in surprise at his warm touch. "Sorry." He muttered again, yanking his hand away and blushing slightly. No! I wanted to scream. Put your hand back! But, of course, I said nothing.
"I-I feel horrible. You seem so nice and you're so beautiful and I'm the biggest jerk." He sighed, frustratedly. I turned even more red. Did he just call me beautiful? No guy had ever called me beautiful before and I didn't view myself as beautiful or even pretty. I had the typical Quileute skin tone with high cheekbones. My eyes were sorta nice looking, golden brown and a little doe like. My hair was a disaster. It was thin and black and a tad wispy. No matter what I tried with it, it always just hung straight.
I felt the overwhelming need to console Jared. I wanted to comfort him and tell him it was fine, tell him that he was adorable when he cared, and that my name is Kim. Instead I, as always, did something stupid. I reached my hand up to his face and gently stroked his cheek with my fingers. Ever since he had touched my arm in class and again when he grabbed my hands, I had wanted to touch him. I longed to feel that warm tingling feeling that was unlike anything else.
His skin was smooth, soft, and warm. His head snapped up so he could look at me. He stared at me adoringly for a couple minutes while I stroked his cheek, then I realized what I was doing. I went to snatch my hand back but Jared's hand shot up and held mine to his cheek. I had to admit, it felt good...it felt right. I just stared into his eyes while he stared into mine. He had beautiful eyes. They were green and showed so much emotion. It was different...I was feeling things I had never experienced before. I liked it though.
I snapped out of it after God knows how long and I pulled my hand away. This seemed to break him out of his gaze as well. He looked hurt that I had pulled my hand away and I'll admit I was a little sad too. I spun on my heel and started walking away from him. Each step hurt more than the one before.
"Wait!" He called, coming up behind me. Woah, he's fast. I hadn't gotten very far but that was still very fast. I continued walking, I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore. A warm arm wrapped around my waist, turning me around, and pushing me against the lockers, gently. "Please don't run away from me." Jared pleaded, holding me to him. We were close, I could feel his minty breath on my face and I was so warm, his body heat surrounding me. "You don't have to tell me your name, I don't deserve to know it...but tell me your favorite vegetable or flower or about your family. Please. I'm-"
I was intoxicated by him. Everything to do with him. His touch, his smell, his voice. It was overwhelming and I did the only thing I could think of to get him to shut up and stop apologizing. I kissed him.
He was already bent down slightly since he was talking to me, but all I had to do was lean up a little and press my lips to his. I had adrenalin pumping through my veins, I might not get another chance to do this. He didn't respond at first but I didn't pull back, I had already kissed him, I was going to enjoy it. After a couple of seconds he responded, wrapping his other arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I slid my arms up his chest and wrapped them around his neck, twisting my hands in his hair. He moaned slightly, had I caused that? His warm tongue against my lips, begging for entrance, snapped me out of my daze and I pushed back quickly.
"I-oh shit-I'm-Dammit!-So-Fuck-Sorry!" I pushed his arms off of me and started running to the door. He chased after me. I can't believe I did that, I have never been more embarrassed in my life. I wanted to move to Canada so I wouldn't have to face anyone again. Jared was one of the most popular people in the school. He was hot, gorgeous, he dated the popular, pretty girls, not me. Not Kim Connweller. He caught me just before I reached the exit. I let out a yelp as his arms wrapped around me from behind in a comforting and secure hug. "I keep on screwing up, I'm sorry. I'm so nervous, I just...just tell me what to do to make everything right." He begged, turning me around in his arms and stroking my hair.
This was weird to say the least, everything was weird today. Was this even real life? I bit my lip. "Why would you be nervous?" I mumbled, looking up at him through my long eyelashes. He seemed ecstatic for a minute that I spoke before answering the question.
"I want you to like me." He told me with pleading eyes. His words couldn't be described as anything other than truthful. My embarrassed and confused gaze vanished as I looked up at him. He wanted me to like him? I couldn't help it, I moved subconsciously closer to him. We were like magnets, I wondered if he could feel it too. He leaned in slowly and paused an inch from my face. He hesitated. Did that mean he didn't want to kiss me or that he didn't want me to freak out again? I didn't care. I closed the distance between our mouths and pressed my lips to his for the second time. This kiss was just as sweet as the last one but it had more passion. My mouth parted slightly and I reached my tongue out to brush against his lips. I knew he wouldn't have deepened the kiss because of how I had reacted last time but I wanted to, so bad. My whole body was craving him, it was practically calling for him. He opened his mouth to mine and our tongues tangled together, fighting for dominance.
Now, I'm not a very experienced kisser, I've kissed a grand total of three boys in my life, including Jared, but this was, by far, the best kiss anyone in the entire world had ever received. I would gladly challenge anyone who would like to argue this proven fact. I finally pulled back from lack of oxygen and let out a content sigh. He was grinning down at me with an expression that can only be described as happy. The bell rang and we both jumped. Had we really spent an entire class period with each other?
I expected him to throw me out of his arms so none of his friends would see him with me but instead he held onto me tighter. A couple people did double takes and a few were whispering. I felt my face heat up but I couldn't bring myself to care like I normally would, Jared was holding me, in his arms, my face pressed against his chest. I pulled back. I had a free last period so I was allowed to leave but I knew for a fact that Jared had a class.
He made a pouty face and tried to pull me back to him but I shook my head. I was starting to get uncomfortable with all the people around us. It wasn't just us alone in a hallway anymore. There was an entire school of gossiping Quileutes who thrived on making up stories and exaggerating what had happened. I'm sure by tomorrow the story will be that we had sex in the hallway. I sighed.
"Please don't go." He murmured, though I'm sure he knew my answer. "You have class." I whispered but he seemed to have heard it and frowned. I headed out the double doors, letting them shut behind me. I wanted to go back to him but I had done enough. Today had been a big day and I couldn't spend anymore time with him right now. I froze, remembering something, before rushing back into the building. He was still standing there, looking a tad dazed. I could see his friend Paul coming towards him with a questioning expression on his face. His head snapped to me as if he sensed I was there.
"Kim." I breathed out. He gave me a confused look, "Huh?" He asked not understanding what I was talking about. I reached out and grabbed one of his hands in mine which he seemed very happy about. He smiled down at our hands before looking back up at me, that same dopey, puppy dog smile still on his face.
"My name is Kim." I said again. I smiled slightly and gave his hand a squeeze before heading back out the doors so I could start my walk home.