Jared' P O V
As usual I found my way to the parking space. I got out of the car and ......
BANG!
I collided with someone. That someone had stamped  my left foot, it was just recovering from a cut I received this morning . The pain brought goosebumps all over my body and I yelled"GOSH! Man can't you keep your eyes open and walk? "  I knelt down.

I looked up and caught a glimpse of a broad face, mostly cheekbones, with eyes too small to balance them out.
Oh!  There was a strange sense of familiarity in those eyes.
Yes I knew her. She was my  neighbour, my childhood friend.

She opened her mouth and stammered out an apology. She quickly knelt down and picked up her handbag. I could see her hands shaking. Then within a moment she turned around quickly and hurried off towards the stairs.

Had I made a girl nervous? 

"YES MAN "     the words came from  nowhere as if it were a reply to my preoccupied mind.

 I was left baffled.  But then a  heavy palm rested on my shoulder. I turned around and found my friend Paul.
"Yes man. Good morning. "
 His questioning gaze looking into my equally anxious eyes. What was this Dumbo thinking of? 

I opened my mouth to inquire the cause of his anxiety but my mouth was snapped shut as he blabbered:          
" Who is this Chick man?" , a strange expression  now dominated his eyes. He had a mischievous smile glued to his face. What on earth was he thinking?

He added, "You didn't answer me ? Why so absent minded? Looks like someone is in deep thoughts." He nudged  me with his elbows .

"Come on man! She is just a girl. " I  bore my index finger onto his chest and cross-questioned him  " Paul  Lahote, You are checking her out. Now if you are done with your introspection, I have a class to attend "

"Take it easy man, I was just kidding. Anger is a negative feeling. Highly vicious......."

" So says a person who reaches his boiling point at the  slightest of provocations. "

"You ARE CALLING FOR YOUR wreck, Jared  Cameron..........."

"Stop it, Paul." I punched his belly and he gave me a  tight slap on my head. 

We then had our arms on each other's shoulders and went to our respective classrooms.
                  

                                                                   Kim's P O V 

My first day at the new school. 

It sucks thinking about it. I had been through this many times. My parents worked as software engineers and we have hopped from one place to another quite often.  But every year I would spent a month in Forks along with my maternal grandparents. Forks was a place meant for a quite soul like me. The place beckoned me.  The love I got from my grandparents which was otherwise lacking in my house. My parents were busy with their jobs and I was left alone. They had enough money to send me to a good school in Canada which was their next work place. But I took a break from this repeated change of address and sought to find a self-identity for me in Forks.
And there was something else that brought me here.

JARED.....
My childhood buddy.  Ever year we used to meet but now it's been  years since we last met. 
Peeping to get a glimse of him every morning, that was a ritual for the past one week.
He was cute ever since childhood. And now I see him as a grown up boy. 
Rather a Man!

But still that cuteness hasn't left his side. 
Were my hormones playing a game with me?
Teenagers have this. Right? All the time.
I felt like going up to him.  I wanted to talk and walk with him forever. I wanted to create a space for myself in his heart. 
But the question is - does he even remember me?

My heart coaxed me to go and talk to him but my mind instructed me not to go and make a joke of myself.
My stubborn mind won over my sweet, carefree, hormone boosted heart.
So I  must refrain from doing that!
With such thoughts, I pulled into the school parking lot.  A new school.
I got out of  car and ..........
BANG! I collided with someone.
And that someone was the one I had been thinking of all the time.
He yelled out
Gosh! man can't thou keep your eyes open and walk.

My heart skipped a beat. I breathed heavily.  Oh, what had I done.
He was down on the ground kneeling. Then he looked up and gazed at me. I searched for a  positive reaction.
The eyes were rigid but soon melted. Those eyes were filled with pain and confusion.
Did he remember me?
Not even a bit?
Not even the slightest memory?

Did I have to come here?
Life has always been unfair to me.
It sucks to think I had run into him.  I had hurt him.
             

IT REALLY REALLY SUCKS!

  I felt embarrassed.  I just turned and left. This was never the way I had thought of our first meeting.

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