How the School Found Out About Chloe King and Alek Petrov

It was just a normal Monday at San Fran High School. The clouds were as gloomy as ever and Alek Petrov was still the most popular guy in high school. Students were bored and teachers angered easily. So, all in all it was just a normal day. That is, until a fuming curlied hair blonde girl came storming in.

"ALEK PETROV! WHERE ARE YOU?" she screamed out. Everyone stopped what they were doing and listened in for new gossip. Alek cringed away from the loud voice and quickly put his books up in preparation to run from her. He knew exactly what she was mad about and just wanted to get away from her anger. He also knew that just because he was stronger than her did not mean that she could not easily take him down. In fact, she was done with her training with the ability to take him and four other guys down at a time.

"DON'T YOU DARE RUN FROM ME!" she yelled as soon as she saw him. Even though she looked ready to kill him he could not help but to admire her. She looked beautiful in a maroon tank top that hugged her curves well, a floral scarf, a pair of skinny jeans that practically painted on, and a killer pair of heels that made her legs go on for miles. Her hair was in its usual disarray of curls and he could not help but t smile even though his life was in danger.

Her hair was his favorite feature. When they were making out he loved to grab it and pull her closer. Or when they were simply lay on the couch watching a movie and he would tug on them just to see them bounce back up. Yes, her hair was his favorite thing but that did not mean that he did not love all her assets. Her eyes were his second favorite. He loved the way they shined when she looked at him and the fire in them when she is angry, like right now.

"Chloe, love, I know you are mad-" He was cut off by Chloe.

"MAD, I'M PISSED!" She shot back. She looked ready to maul him to death with her claws.

"Ah… yes, pissed, but it was just a little joke. Simple and harmless. You know, ha ha?" he nervously chuckled.

She looked at him like he was crazy. "You know," she said deathly calm, a voice that scared him more than her yelling at him, "I woke up this morning thinking 'It's Monday, how could this day get any worse?' and then my mom come storming up the stairs, phone in hand and do you know who she said called?"

"A telemarketer?" He said in a small voice. His group of friends snickered at him until they got a glare from Chloe. That shut them up very quickly.

"NO, she said she got a call from PLANNED PARENTHOOD saying that MY BABY'S father gave her this number saying that I needed to make an appointment." She glared at him like he was the devil himself. "So, then she began to drill me on who the father was all the while I'm trying to tell her I'm NOT pregnant. After she got done yelling at me she made me go to the pharmacy and buy A DOZEN pregnancy test and use them ALL. Only when ALL TWELVE test came back negative did she finally believe that I was not pregnant." He could not help but to chuckle at this. It was a great prank.

"Oh, you think this is funny do you?" She asked him.

"You have to admit that it was a very good prank." He said. She looked at him for a second and got a diabolical look on her face.

"Oh, it was. Which is why you will be the one to tell Valentina about my pregnancy." She said making air quotes around the word pregnancy with an evil grin.

"I don't have to." He said back.

"You do if you ever want to touch me again." She said smugly. She had between a rock and a hard place.

"She will kill me! If you love me at all you would not do this to me." He pleaded to her.

"Oh sweetie, I do love you, but once you get my MOM thinking that I am pregnant, that love only goes so far."

"…fine." He said with an adorable pout on his face. She smiled at him and began to walk off. He stopped her by grabbing her arm, spinning her towards him and kissing her with so much passion she could not think straight. "I love you."

"I love you too." She said smiling softly at him. He grabbed his bag and put his arm around her shoulder while she wrapped her arm around his waist. The couple walked off leaving everyone in the hallway shocked.

"Who was that?" One of the jocks asked. All of them were watching the way that her hips swayed naturally as she walked.

"I win the bet!" Amy yelled. "Jasmine, PAY UP! You owe me fifty bucks! YES!" Everyone turned to look at her.

"Who is that?" The head cheerleader repeated the jocks question.

"That is my best friend, Chloe King."