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Imprint

Summary:
Kim always had a huge crush on Jared, and he's never taken any interest. Now, suddenly, he's really noticing her. He's imprinted. "Jared turned and looked at me. There was this weird look in his eye. His expression went from confused, to surprised to... dreamy. His dark eyes held mine. I blushed and stared at my desk, burning a hole into the graffitied plastic. I took a deep breath and cleared my head. No. He's never noticed you before now. He's probably looking at the person beside you. I turned to my right. A wall. Okay...maybe not. I told myself there had to be some explanation for why he was staring at me as though he was in love with me."


Notes:
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I own nothing. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer :)


1. Chapter 1

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The rain pounded down angrily on the roof top. I stared wistfully at the building across the walkway, internally deliberating whether or not getting to class on time was worth getting absolutely saturated. With a sigh, I decided that staying dry wasn't worth getting a detention, and Mr Smith had been dishing them out like soup at a homeless shelter. Besides it would definitely be worth it if he was there. I shook my head. How pathetic. I was so obsessed. I pulled my hood up over my head, and with a scowl on my face, I sprinted from out under the shelter, narrowly avoided a deep and dangerous looking puddle, and made my way up the gushing steps to my last class.

I removed my rain jacket and shook the droplets from my hair as I stepped into the warm classroom, just as the second bell rang. Mr Smith tutted and raised his eyebrows at me. Embarrassed, I made my way through the maze of desks, school bags and unenthusiastic classmates. I plonked down on my usual seat at the back...next to him. I was surprised he was at school. He had been absent for nearly two weeks. My heart started to race. I shook myself. Our longest conversation consisted of the words: “Hey, do you have a spare pencil?” “N..no...s-sorry..”

The one stuttering was me.

Jared had changed a lot over the last few weeks – physically I mean. Gradually he had grown bigger and bigger, taller and taller, until he was absolutely huge. Then had come his long absence; the entire time I had craved to see him. Now that he had returned, he seemed...different. If I believed the class gossip – which I tried not to by the way, for the sake of my pitiful obsession – he had been off school with a bad case of mono.

Jared turned and looked at me. There was this weird look in his eye. His expression went from confused, to surprised to... dreamy. His dark eyes held mine. I blushed and stared at my desk, burning a hole into the graffitied plastic. I took a deep breath and cleared my head. No. He's never noticed you before now. He's probably looking at the person beside you. I turned to my right. A wall. Okay...maybe not. I told myself there had to be some explanation for why he was staring at me as though he was in love with me.

I glanced back over at him. Still staring with that lovey look in his eye. Mr Smith continued droning on. I tried to focus on my work, but how could I when I could feel the eyes of the guy I'd had a crush on all year, on my back? I sighed, and scrawled down the notes on the whiteboard.

The bell rang, shocking me out of my reverie. I scrambled to collect my books, and stood up hastily.

“Don't forget to hand in your essays on Friday!” bellowed the teacher, over the sudden chatter.

“Hey, Kim, I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?” yelled Anna, my best friend. I spun round to answer her...and dropped my schoolbag on the ground, which landed with a heavy thunk, spilling its entire contents on the floor. I groaned loudly, bending down.

A dark hand suddenly whipped in front of my eyes, scooping everything up.

“Thanks,” I said to the floating hand.

“No problem.” It was Jared. I looked into his eyes, and saw that dreamy glint. I could see I was right. He was looking at me with stars in his eyes. I wondered what had changed with him. What had suddenly made him notice me?

“Er...Kim...” he began. I raised my eyebrows expectantly, trying not to get my hopes up. “I was wondering if you, you know, wanted to hang out sometime? Maybe I could walk you home?”

I realised the rain had finally stopped. An uncontrollable smile slid onto my face. “Uh, sure Jared.” He smiled back and held the door open for me.

Neither of us actually said anything for a while. He continued to watch me. I was thrilled that he was finally showing an interest. Finally, I was the one who broke the silence.

“Where were you last week?” I blurted out, regretting it almost instantly – I'm sure it showed on my face. He smiled.

“Er.. Family stuff... Its a long story.”

Hm. That didnt answer much. At least it wasn't mono. Or maybe it was and he didn't want to tell me? Ugh. What was I talking about? For all I knew, he just wanted to copy my notes. But that didn't seem right.

Before I knew it, we had reached my driveway – it wasn't much of a walk anyway; La Push doesn't have many streets. He gazed down at me from his massive height - he had to be close to, if not seven feet tall.

“Kim, do you mind if I walk you home again tomorrow?” he asked in a rush. The way he said my name was weird. Like it gave him pleasure, just to say it, that three letter word.

I nodded my head, smiling like an idiot. He grinned back at me. There was that look again.

“I'll see you tomorrow,” he said, turning.

I nodded again, lost for words.

He glanced back at me, with an expression of almost pain on his face. The slight vanity in me liked to think it was because he was leaving me. Pfft. But at last, my crush had finally noticed me.