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Attraction

Summary:
It's been twenty years since Reneseme's and Jacob's wedding, and since, they have had a child. Zander and his parents have moved to Chicago in hopes of having their own lives away from the larger portion of the Cullen coven, but what happens when Zander trys to help someone differnt? Kim and her brother Tony have been disowned and are living on the streets, what happens when they try to keep their secrets too safe, and from a very interesting person?


Notes:
The summary's a little confusing, sorry about that. Just read and see what happens.


3. Oh the Inevitability Of Fate.

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ZPOV:

I couldn't get that girl out of my head as I ran home. She and her brother, or friend, well, whoever was with her, had runoff after my wonderfully thought out rescue. Was I ever going to be able to think things through before I act?

I wanted to find those guys again, to rip them limb from limb for even thinking what they wanted to do to her, it was just wrong. But I had a bigger question to see if I could get answered, what was she doing on the streets? Usually kids without parents were in orphanages, or foster homes. But no, she and her friend weren't, they were out on the street, and had been jumped at o' dark thirty. It was lucky that I decided to go for a walk then and not five minutes, or even two minutes later.

I could tell where the two were headed; it was another area of the park. My hearing gave me that much easily. But I didn't follow; I'd probably just scare them off more. Stupid acting on impulse. I got it from my dad.

I walked down the street to the apartment my parents had found and rented out. It wasn't often that they left the rest of our extremely large family, but, well, they wanted to "get away for a while" and by default, I went with them.

I ran my hand through my shaggy brown hair, this whole moving thing was such a hassle, even when you and your parents are definitely "out of the norm."

All of us had superhuman strength, and our senses were at least ten times as good as the average human, but well, it's so hard to fit in, and I've got my first day of school tomorrow. Like I said, it's hard to fit in.

I walked through the living room; past my parents were still weren't over their initial love struck years, and into my room. I fell onto the bed, and was asleep before I could hear my mom call goodnight.

* * *

Ah history, yet again the world's most annoying and most difficult class to remember anything in. And I'm stuck with it, again. Room two oh seven, supposedly belonging to one Mr. Wickliffe, and his class of twenty eight students, the smallest he taught all day. I could hear him droning half way down the hall; I wasn't too excited to be here anymore.

I opened the door as quietly as possible, which didn't go well because it squeaked, stupid old school. Why must everything I touch betray me?

I walked in to find the entire class except for one person and the teacher staring at me. The only person who wasn't staring at me had their head down on their desk, and she looked oddly familiar.

The girl behind her poked her in the back, "Kim, the new kid's staring at you."

She looked up and rolled her eyes at her friend before laying her head back down, there were dark purplish circles under her beautiful mossy green eyes. I felt guilty about that somehow. Then it clicked, well, her scent is what really helped me, it was the same girl from the park last night.

Her friend poked her again and Kim snapped up, "What?" She hissed.

Her friend looked around, glancing at the teacher, who was still talking, and then back at Kim, "Zander's going to be sitting next to you." She whispered, it was barely audible, before glancing back at Mr. Wickliffe, "And you'd better try and be nice. I know last night was rough for you," She paused when Kim glared at her, "Don't give me that look, it's obvious you weren't home. But would you please try and be nice to him. Remember, he's new."

Kim didn't put her head back down; instead, she stared straight ahead, as if she could see through the chalkboard. I snapped myself back to reality and pretended to be waiting for the teacher.

Kim sighed, and Mr. Wickliffe nearly shouted at her, "Ms. Morrow," He glared at her, and I fought the urge to not tackle him, "Are you bored?"

She shrugged, "Not at all Mr. Wickliffe, your lectures are as always inspiring."

He didn't catch her sarcasm and continued with his lecture, half of the class suppressed giggles. I smiled to myself; this girl could protect herself from her teacher. That much was obvious now. I didn't have to protect her here.

I distracted Mr. Wickliffe a few moments later, somehow, and he signed my slip and pointed me in the direction of the empty desk right next to Kim. Oh happy day!

I walked down the row of desks until I got to my new seat, and I had to do something to not just stare at her the entire period. I took out a notebook and started taking notes, but I did catch some of her and her friend's conversation.

"You're still pissed about Garret and Troy ruining that group project." She said

She nodded, balling her hands into fists at her sides.

"Hey, do you want to hang out at my place tonight?" Her friend asked.

Kim glanced at her, before returning her gaze to the speckled ceiling.

""Yes, I'm serious, now come on; we haven't had a sleep over in forever!"

"I spent the night at your house on Friday." Kim said blandly, "I don't want to be a bother."

Her friend tried not to laugh, "You're not a bother; you know my mom would trade me for you if she could."

She sighed, "No, she wouldn't. You're the perfect all A's student while I, on the other hand, and perfect A's and one B plus student. She'd never give you up."

Her friend laughed, distracting Mr. Wickliffe. Kim sat up, pretending to be paying attention.

"Ms. Knoll, would you care to explain to the class what's so funny?" He asked, annoyed.

"Nothing was funny Mr. Wickliffe; I promise it won't happen again."

"It better not." He said and continued droning.

The girl poked Kim again but she ignored her.

* * *

It was lunch the next period, and I swear I heard Kim saying something. I walked around the cafeteria, pretending to be looking for a place to sit, but I was really looking for her. I felt like a stocker. Maybe because I was, or maybe because I was protective by nature, or maybe I just couldn't let things go.

I walked around the outer edge of the room, the actually eating area was on a slightly lower level than the main floor; apparently people called it the pit here.

"Fuck off bastard!" Someone half shouted. I was at a spot where I could see what was happening almost instantly, looks like I found who I was looking for.

Kim sat at a table across from her friend and a boy sat next to her, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, the other clutching his gut. I wanted to beat that kid to a pulp.

"Oh come on sweetie, don't be like that." The guy cooed. Oh yeah, I wanted to wring my hands around his puny little neck so badly right now.

She turned and glared at him, it looked like the circles under her eyes had gotten darker as the day wore on. He scooted back out of mainly fear and shock. "Sorry, didn't know."

The guy, James I found out later, talked to Kim's friend, Shay, for a while until the bell rang. Shay had to shake Kim awake again, she had been out.

School ended quickly after that and I raced home, maybe one of my family members would be able to help me figure out what was going on. I didn't want permanent records, just the basis of what the hell was going on with this girl and why was she so tired, and why on Earth was she living in a park, and yet still has money for school?

It took me all of five minutes of flat out sprinting to get to the other side of town. It was a good thing that the High School was the first to get out. Otherwise I could have just gotten myself into huge trouble with both the pack, and the Volturri. Neither of which is a good thing.

"Hey mom," I called, well, half whispered, into the house as I dropped my stuff on the floor, "I need your help with a project."

My mom was in front of me instantly. Her coppery hair swung behind her short self, her eyes light and happy. "What can I help you with?"

I sighed, "Well, there's this girl, and I kind of saved her from being jumped the other night, and then she was at school today. I'm pretty sure she lives in the park. Her name's Kim Morrow. I just want to figure out why she's not at home."

Mom shrugged, "That's simple enough." She then got to work. It took her all night just to find a basic background file for Kim. This might be harder than I thought.