My sneakers, as I turned rather abruptly, squeaked on the polished wood floor of the gym and made me go sliding into the bleachers. My head hit the floor, and soon everyone was swarming around me, holding out their hands and asking if I was all right.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," I said as I stumbled up, not sure what the big fuss was about. Everyone soon dispersed except one person, the one person that made my blood boil every time I saw her.

Jenna Middleton.

"Are you okay, Clarebear?"

"Why do you care? Don't you have something to take care of," I said as I rubbed my stomach.

"Yah, I do," she said as she began to walk away. "And so does Bianca DeSousa."

She walked away, heading for the locker room. I sprinted to catch up with her, her blonde hair disappearing into the locker room. When I caught up with her, P placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face me.

"What are you talking about, Jenna? Why would I care about Bianca?"

She smiled devilishly. "Oh, I just thought you'd want to know who your boyfriend slept with."

"You're lying," I said as I shook my head. "Eli wouldn't do that."

"He already did, princess. Apparently, she got the pink plus sign yesterday. Retried it, too; it still came up positive."

Tears filled my eyes now, threatening to spill over. "You're lying, Jenna."

"No, I'm not. Why don't you go ask Bianca yourself? Her locker's number 213."

I fled from the gym in my skin-tight gray T-shirt and red mesh shorts. The bell rang and kids began to file out of the classes, stepping out of my way as I ran. Bianca was at her locker, chewing gum and tripping the minor niners that walked by her.

"What do you want, Edwards?"

"Is it true? Are you pregnant?"

She popped her gum. "Yah, it's true. What's it to you?"

"Who's. The. Father," I asked through clenched teeth.

She nodded her head, indicating that it was the secluded black speck a few locker rows down the hallway.

"Eli?"

"Yep."

My tears dried up instantly and were replaced by boiling rage. My hands balled up into fists, and I screamed at her.

"You bitch!"

My fist collided with her face, leaving her nose bleeding and her body sagging against the bottom of her locker. I bought my foot up and kicked her squarely in the stomach, using all the force I could to drive my foot roughly into her stomach.

I didn't care what happened next; I ran down the hall to where Eli stood and kicked him in the groin, sending his curled up into a ball on the floor.

"I bet you won't want to impregnate any girls now, will you," I screamed as I fled from the building. My feet stomped against the steps of the building. As I ran down the sidewalk, I saw Alli's brother Sav's red mustang driving down the street. I ran in front of it, the car stopping inches from hitting me.

"What the hell," he screamed as he pounded on the wheel. "Get out of the fucking road. You're going to get hit!"

I stood for a moment, watching him, before I ran toward the dot. In my rage-driven haste, I was almost hit by three more cars and knocked down an old lady with a walker. I opened the door and walked inside, the place almost completely empty.

There was a college student in the corner opposite me typing up a paper on the computer and the cashier, Holly J. Peter Stone, the waiter and my sister's ex-boyfriend, came up to me and asked what I wanted for a drink.

Instead of telling him what I wanted, I grabbed him around his neck and angrily smashed my lips to his. His lips were unresponsive under mine, and he quickly put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me away, running back into the kitchen and never coming back out.

"Wow, little Edwards. Horny much," Holly J. asked as she came to stand in front of me. "I can't wait to tell your little boyfriend about this one." She skipped back to the counter and snickered at me. I angrily threw my silverware to the ground and stormed out of the restaurant, sitting on the curb outside and crying.

"Clare?"

I looked up and saw Eli standing over me, distance between us. He sat down beside me.

"What the hell, Clare. Why did you knee me?"

"Didn't Bianca tell you?"

"Clare, what are you talking about? Bianca?"

"You had sex with her, didn't you? Got her pregnant?"

He looked completely confused. "What are you talking about? I would never do that. I've never had sex in my life."

"She's pregnant, Eli! She said you're the father."

"Clare," he said with the most sincere expression on his face, "I swear to you that I have never had sex before. I certainly didn't father that baby, and I hope you can believe me."

After a few minutes, I took his hand and lightly kissed it. He smiled crookedly and placed his hand underneath my chin. For the second time, our lips met. The kiss was soft and passionate, and I craved every second of it. I placed my hands around his neck, and he tangled his fingers through my hair.

"I do," I whispered as we held each other in a passionate embrace.

"Good. And Clare, Bianca's not pregnant anymore. When you kicked her, you killed the baby."

"You killed my baby!"

There was a scream behind me as Holly J. ran at me with a knife, plunging it deep into my stomach. I gasped, blood pouring out of my stomach. Holly J. left the knife in my stomach as she ran, disappearing into an alleyway.

"Oh God," Eli screamed as I sagged into his arms, my eyes closing. "Clare!"

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