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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."


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


3. Chapter 3

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I had to admit, I was nervous. I had never even spoken to this guy, and here I was, about to confront him – and trust me, this guy was scary. This was the guy who totally ripped some poor kid's head off for accidentally bumping into him last week. I was scared of him, but how bad could he be? He and Jared were friends, and thy seemed to have gone through the same kind of thing, suddenly becoming enormous, muscled, giants in the short space of around a month. I needed answers, and I was certain Paul Bayaq was the guy to give them to me.

I scanned the crowd of chattering, gossiping students, searching for him. I spotted Paul, his great, hulking mass leaning against the science block, gazing across the quad with a scowl on his face. I followed his line of vision. He was staring at three boys wrestling, about the age of fifteen. Two were extremely tall, muscled, but still lean. The last of the three was much shorter and stockier, and was extremely developed in the muscle department, and had a smug air about him, even from this distance. LaPush was small enough that I knew all their names: Jacob Black, Embry Call and Quil Ateara. I think mine and Quil's grandfathers played poker together regularly. I wondered why Paul was staring at them, with such a look on his face.

As he saw me approaching, his expression truned form a scowl to a grin. It struck me then just how huge he was. He was so like Jared, yet so different.

“Hi,” I said, timidly.

He nodded at me. “Hey. Kim, right?” He asked, though it did not sound like a question. I was surprised he knew my name. Had Jared mentioned me to him?

“I don't know where Jared is,” he said, rather rudely.

“Actually, I- I wanted to ask you something,” I replied.

He grinned, not seeming surprised. It was almost as though he knew I would approach him.

“I know what you're going to ask,” he said. “But I can't tell you. Jared has to be the one to tell you, and he will soon, I can guaruntee it.”

I frowned, frustrated. “How do you know?”

He smiled. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. “Just let Jared tell you,” was all he said, before striding off.

I raised my eyebrows. So much for “with or without his help”. It looked like a career as a police detective was out for me. I didn't even get a single piece of information from Paul. At least he had seemed certain that Jared would tell me what was going on. I was absolutely clueless. I glanced back at the three boys Paul had been staring at. Perhaps they had something to do with it? I sighed deeply. I was going crazy. I decided to make my way to History, knowing Jared would be there.

I walked through the open door, and spotted him in his usual seat next to mine. I smiled to myself. He grinned at me as I walked over. I saw the stars in his eys again.

As the lesson went on, I ignored the teacher, and put myself through a mental sweat session. Question 1: Why were Paul and Jared so huge? Steroids? Funky chemicals in their water? Training for some sort of body building competition? I giggled, picturing Jared in a tight speedo, painted bronze and lifting heavy weights.

He and my neighbours turned to stare at me. I waved them away.

Question 2: What happened on Friday when Jared's body started quivering? His phone started vibrating in his pocket, causing his entire body to shake? An earthquake that occurred only in the exact spot he was standing? I almost burst out in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. I was really hyper today. My theories became wilder and wilder, and by the end of the lesson I was in silent hysterics.

The bell rang and Jared stared at me, amused by my behaviour. “What were you laughing at, giggling gertie?” he asked.

I didn't want to admit to him my foolishness, saying: “I'm just a bit hyper. I think I should lay off the sugar!”

He smiled, taking my bag. “Thanks,” I said.

We strolled down the footpath, me glancing anxiously up at the claustrophobic grey clouds. Sobered up, I decided to confront him with my queries.

“Jared, what happened yesterday?” I asked.

He frowned. “What.. What do you mean?” he asked, although I knew he knew exactly what I was talking about.

I sighed impatiently. “You started shaking. Your entire body was vibrating,”I snapped, glaring at him.

He looked as though he was contemplating something. He sighed. “I cant tell you now.”

I was frustrated. Paul had guarunteed that Jared would tell me. I had been counting on learning the truth.

“What are you doing this Saturday?” he asked suddenly.

Still a bit peeved, I replied: “Nothing. Why?”

“Well, a few of us were getting together to have a bonfire – you know telling old legends, eating tonnes of food.”

I smiled. “Who's us?”

“Me, Paul Bayaq, Sam Uley and his fiancee Emily and you...hopefully?”

I nodded. “Sounds great,” I replied.

He looked pleased. Suddenly, he leant his face forward, closer to mine. I closed my eyes, as his lips brushed mine. My heart accelerated. He straightened up, and smiled at me. “I'll see you tomorrow?”

All I could do was nod. I was floating on a cloud.