KIM'S P O V

My first month in Forks was lifeless. Everything seemed to be futile. I had not made any new friends. Thought I was acquainted to them, I let no one be that close to me, emotionally I was bound to none. All I had was Venessa , but she had no time to even push her glasses that fell low onto her nose. She was always lost in her world of science and scientists.  Robotics and atomic science , dominated our conversations( not exactly were they conversations, just an extension  of her soliloquy). She would spent hours in the library devouring the science magazines over there. 

One day she  helped me out doing my calculus homework. She explained things with expertise. I  remembered the contempt on her face on my first day in the school (while I had asked her about Calculus). But she seemed to be an expert in it. Then what could be the possible reason?

" I thought you do not like calculus."  I asked .

" I do not like it , I love it. By the way I wanna do more of it but the syllabus here is so substandard. "  

"So you want more of it. Well I thought you didn't like it."

"And who says so? " She asked in a monotonous voice and she was glaring at the pages, trying to concentrate on her book. It appeared to me that her eyes were on the verge of sending beams of laser onto the old book. That is how she reads. Something from within told me that she was not meant for this world.

"I just guessed it." I gave a smile. She didn't stir and continued reading the encyclopedia in her hand. I sat by her side on the library bench, reading a romance novel. Well I did like science but not like Venessa. I had deep interest in poetry and drama.

 I would listen to songs whenever I took a break from studies. 

"DUMB SONGS" , was what Venessa had replied when had I once asked her about her taste for music. Well I guess I loved songs and Venessa should love them too because there is science involved in producing sound. So..........

But no,  she won't .

Well science was there in my romance novels also, the "chemistry" in it and of course my hormones were involved so there was more of biology.

All my thoughts gave way to one single thought now, " Jared " . 

I would be reminded about him whenever I hear a song , watch a movie or read a book. My mind needed an excuse to drift into thoughts about him. Even at the slightest glimpse of his tanned face would increase my heart beat.

Even after the  basketball incident , I could not convince my heart to hate him or avoid him. I would look at him from the corner of my eye.Once while I was looking at him I was caught by the teacher who thought that I was looking  out of the window. I did not want to break that misunderstanding. 

I was entangled in his thoughts,the web of thoughts I was entangled in. His brownish hair, a mesh to entrap my heart.

I could not abstain from thinking about him.

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