Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Now that's out of the way, I'll introduce myself. I'm Sally and this is my first fanfiction story. I watched a movie that consisted of an ice skater pair skating with an ex-hockey player. That sort of created this story. Kim turned pair-skating. Jared is getting used to the idea of being a werewolf. The pack needs more money since they run out of clothes so fast, and eat tremendous amount of food. So at this moment, no vampires are in the area so they don't have to patrol so much. Sam orders the three werewolves, Jacob, Jared, and Paul, to get jobs. That's sort of the backround summary. You'll get the gist of the plot in this first chapter. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
"So are you sure ice skating is your thing? Your goal? Not your parents? Because I heard that some ice skaters only ice skate because of their parents. Those are mostly from movies..."
Those thoughts did pass her mind, yes. They really did. Though Kim Connweller was sure that it wasn't her parents' goal. They actually tried to talk her out of it at first. The first time she was on the ice was for a birthday party at age eight. She was quite good, only fell down a couple times -mostly because the older boys did figure eights around her. A personal trainer happened to be there, and talked her parents into letting her take lessons after Kim bravely went up and begged the trainer. Her parents agreed, and that became the start of hard training, multiple attempts for one technique, waking up at an unhealthy hour, and so forth.
Kim nodded to her new and only best friend at that particular time, Zoe. She just moved into the La Push area this school year. Zoe had light blonde hair, which stood out from the natural hair color here in La Push. She also had pale skin, and light blue eyes. Unlike Zoe, Kim had straight black hair and russet-colored skin tone. Her eyelashes were long naturally and grazed her cheek when her eyes were closed or looking down.
"Hello? Kim! Jay alert." Zoe called out to her and turned her head quickly down the school hallway towards the direction of "Jay". Jay was their little nickname for Jared Cameron -Kim's crush since the beginning of high school. They were both half way through their Junior year. Kim looked down the hall casually. She saw him. The big-headed jerk, player, Mr. Popular Guy, and all other horrid names Kim could think of that applied to him. Their parents were friends, but they were in the stage between acquaintances and friends. They talked a few words, but that was the quota for the month.
Kim nodded at Jared, smiling slightly as he walked passed. He didn't take one glance at her. Jared had left school for a couple of weeks. When he returned, he wasn't the same. He was bigger, taller, and had more muscles that made girls drool. Rumors had him doing and going everywhere. Kim scoffed at each new rumor that ran through the tiny school. Physically, it was a big school. Though the middle and the high school were combined. Kim sighed as she was ignored, once again, and dragged her friend to her next class.
Kim's eyelids dropped as she faintly heard the history teacher drone on and on about what happened in the past. A ball of paper hit her face, shaking her out of her daydream of going to the Olympics. She looked for the victim who threw the paper ball. It was Zoe, and she was looking annoyed. Kim gave an apologetic glance which received a shrug. Kim sighed. Zoe was an amazing friend. Keeping her awake in class, studying with her, informing her about life outside of ice skating was mostly what the relationship consisted of. In return, Kim listened to Zoe talk. That was all she cared about, a listening ear. Kim honestly didn't think it was a fair exchange, but Zoe seemed just fine with it.
It was the end of class when Kim realized that there might be a note inside the paper ball. She reached over and grabbed it off the table where she left it lay. Unraveling it the note read I know you wake up at 5 or earlier each morning, but at least try to look interested. Kim smiled as she recognized the unique handwriting that belongs to only Zoe. The bell rang and Kim crumbled the note again and stuck it in sweatshirt pocket. She headed out the door and walked slowly to her locker. A few moments later after she arrived at her locker, she heard loud and quick footsteps behind her. Right after Kim turned around to see who was running down the hall, she was knocked over by the running person. Kim groaned as sharp pain went through her wrist. It was like being trampled over by a big and hard animal that doesn't stop.
"Excuse me!" Kim half shouted, aghast. Even from the back, Kim could tell it was Jared. Jared didn't turn his head or even hesitated. The nerve of him, Kim thought bitterly, I know he heard me. Forgetting his rudeness for a moment, Kim realized that it hurt when she moved her wrist. Dread filled her as she begged to God that it wasn't broken. And if damaged did happen to her wrist that it wouldn't affect her skating.
The school day went on excruciatingly slow -like it was every Friday. Students were anxious to have their weekend. And teachers were anxious to get a break from high school students. Kim didn't see Zoe until lunch, and only had one class with her in the afternoon. Kim didn't hear anything about Jared, except that he left school early. And from what Kim heard, it wasn't an excused dismissal. Zoe didn't bring up the topic of Jared. She was too preoccupied with her own crush, the hot-tempered Paul.
A few weeks after Jared's disappearance, Paul followed after. Then it was Jacob. The teachers were perplexed. Kim realized that the Superintendent, or even a person higher rank than him kept the teachers in the dark. Though the teachers were only there to teach, not to over think the suspicious absentees. Most students know more than the teachers -that Jared, Paul, and Jacob were part of the Uley's Gang. The rumors seemed to grow with every addition of the Uley's Gang. Kim did know who Sam Uley was. They did not talk much. Kim's mother comforted Allison Uley, Sam's mother, when her husband left her. After that, the two ladies were friends and kept up-to-date every once in awhile and often had dinners. Though that was when they were quite younger -like elementary school.
Kim didn't have an opinion on the strange disappearances which seemed to have a connection with Sam Uley. She remembered when Sam and her played. Sam always have been taller than her by at least five inches. It was very easy for him to pick her up and swing her around.
Kim smiled at the memories. It kept her mind off school or ice skating for a moment, which she was grateful. Though it wasn't probably the smartest thing to do while driving a vehicle.
For as long as she could think back, Kim loved being swung around. Either it was the swing, someone picking her up, a roller coaster, she absolutely loved it. Though Sam was probably her favorite. He had this confidence that he wouldn't drop her, even when he was seven and she was five! So he would swing her around faster and higher than anyone in her family.
Kim jumped out of her car and ran in the house pushing the memories to the side. She came out the front door she just went in five minutes ago with heavy bags on each shoulder. Her school bag weighed heavy on one shoulder filled with textbooks, folders, and binders. Kim did her homework at the rink when it was break time or if she had an ice pack on her forming bruises. The other bag contained her ice skates, a jacket, money, ibuprofen, a simple t-shirt and yoga pants. She threw the bags in the back seat and hopped in the driver's. Kim sighed with exhaustion and headed to the ice rink. She looked at the clock on the dashboard. "Shoot," Kim mumbled. She was late...once again.
"Where have you been?" Coach Jim shouted at her. Kim cringed inwardly but carried her head up and walked around him. She knew why he was angry. It was his second time teaching her and she was late. Her partner didn't even show the first practice. Kim looked around for her new partner. She was excited to begin pair skating. A few weeks ago she told her parents that she wanted to go into pair skating. She loved watching videos of skating couples. They skated as one, it was absolutely magnificent. And being thrown up in the air, and caught! Kim's whole body began to shake in excitement and nervousness. Kim remembered her angry coach's question.
"Sorry, I had to get my stuff from the house." Kim explained hoping it was a good enough excuse. Coach Jim narrowed his eyes at her and started to speak something when the ice rink's door slammed open. Kim felt her mouth open a bit. Her guy who entered was probably the second hottest guy she knew. The first always belonged to Jared even though he doesn't deserve it. He was tall, around 6 ft., with blonde hair that fell lightly on his face. Broad shoulders, and muscles that were very apparent. Maybe I'll have luck with him, Kim thought. She looked at her new partner and saw him looking her up and down. Kim crossed her arms, feeling self-conscious for many reasons. Oh, snap out of it Kim! He probably is just seeing if you're physically fit to be his partner.
"Hey, I'm Kim." Kim introduced awkwardly. Her partner snapped out of his inspection of her and looked up. He smiled and held out a hand. Kim reached over and shook his hand. Kim scrunched her eyebrows. His hands were cold and they weren't on the rink yet.
"I know. I've seen videos of you." Her partner said. By his composed facial expression, Kim couldn't tell if that was good or bad. Kim cocked her head to the side.
"And...?" Kim prompted him wanting to know the answer. His opinion meant a lot to Kim. She couldn't skate with someone who thought she was horrible. The guy just smiled mischievously. Kim stuck her tongue out towards him. That caused a big laugh out of him which made Kim instantly smile. It also caused Coach Jim to pay attention to them.
"Ah! Max, I see you have met your partner, Kim. Save your chit-chat for later. Time to get on the ice." He said and stomped away towards the ice. Max turned to Kim and rolled his eyes. She turned her laugh into a cough as Couch Jim hesitated. He kept on walking shaking his head. Kim and Max laced their ice skates and headed towards the ice. Before she reached the doors to the ice rink, she heard someone call her name. "Go on without me. I'll be there in a few." Kim told Max. He looked over her shoulder and his eyes darken. Before Kim could say anything, Max nodded and went through the doors.
Kim turned around to see the person calling for her. Her eyes widen in shock as he saw it was the one and only, Sam Uley. The only thing that went through her head was big. Incredibly big. His face matured drastically with new worry lines on his face. Kim thought his face resembled a single mother raising toddler twins. Though he held an authoritative air around him. Kim went to him and smiled shyly at him. It was then she recognized the owner of the ice rink talking to him. Kim raised her eyebrows, confused.
"Miss Connweller, you were in the same school as Sam, were you not?" The owner asked her directly. Kim shook an affirmative nod. Though she was a sophomore when Sam was a senior, they did go to the same school one time. The owner continued, "Sam wants employment." Sam opened his mouth to speak, but the owner explained, "Well, not Sam. One of the guys -Jacob, Jared, or Paul." Kim had no clue why he was telling her this. Sure they needed more employees, but did it really matter who it was? Then it clicked and she spoke before the owner or Sam could explain further.
"You think because of their reputation, that will bring business down?" Kim guessed. The owner smiled then, "Smart girl. But yes, that's what I'm wondering." Kim shook her head no before he finished speaking. She could feel Sam's intense stare, but she didn't look whether it was surprise or something different.
"Do you think the three hottest guys, or even one of them, will bring business down? Open skate will be packed! They probably are all girls...but spread some advertising and it'll be the coolest party place." The two men contemplating the idea. It wasn't long until the two men talked about resumes and were in deep conversation. Kim turned to go back on the ice when a scorching hand grabbed her on the forearm. She jumped in shock, and about lost her balance because she was in skates. The hand tightened to keep her steady. "Thank you," Sam whispered for only her to hear. Kim nodded and the hand disappeared. She went through the doors and on to the ice.
After multiple falls, trials, and a teensy bit of success, it was time for break. She grabbed money out of her bag, and paid for dinner. Than while eating, she continued on math problems. Max worked silently beside her. Kim sighed and took some ibuprofen that she had brought. Thank goodness for pain-killers, Kim thought. She was going to look like a big blueberry tomorrow with all the bruises she got in just two hours of practice. The pain was mostly in her knees, for when she fell, and her hands trying not to do a face plant.
"I'm sorry," Max whispered softly. He was looking at her hands and arms for when she caught herself. Kim knew it was partially his fault. He was spinning her around and it was either their hands slipped or he let go. They didn't even try lifting today. The best part was that they were amazing at synchronized skating. Their jumps and spins were exactly on time. Kim was startled when she felt cold hands tracing the bruises that were appearing.
"It's fine. We'll get better at it. And if you say sorry every time I fall, then you'll say the same thing every time you speak with me. That would be a boring conversation." Kim joked and smiled. Max laughter was short but his eyes and fingers were still on her arm.
Kim was about to go back to her homework when she felt eyes on her. Thinking it was Max, she started to speak but stopped short. She tried to find the eyes that were so very intense she could feel it. It took her about three seconds to meet the eyes. The same eyes that belonged to Jared. Kim wanted to look away from their trance-like connection. Though his eyes were such a deep shade of brown that Kim felt she could take a week staring and she still wouldn't memorize. Though his eyes were filled with an emotion she couldn't name. One thought passed her mind- the emotion was deeper than love. Kim quickly dismissed the thought.
"Kim? You should probably be doing your homework." Max's voice snapped her back into reality. Kim looked away from Jared and heat rose to her cheeks. Max's hand was still on her arm and she pulled it back. Kim searched for Jared again, but he was sprinting out the door. It was fast but Kim could see that he was shaking violently. Kim shook her head in confusion, but did her homework like Max advised. She was going to talk to him tomorrow, Kim promised herself. Now she couldn't wait for tomorrow. She was both excited and nervous.