Chapter~

"So…you HAVE to love me?" I questioned after he was done explaining what was happening to him. Or as he calls it, imprinting.

"No, no, not at all. It's just, a push in the right direction I guess." He paused for a minutes watching for my reaction, "We were made for each other, Gabby." he whispered, reaching across the kitchen table we sat at and taking my hand in his. I never really realized how small my hand really was until it was inside of his.

"Paul…I don't love you." I said as if it was obvious. I didn't bother to tell him that I didn't even LIKE him.

"But you will." He said confidently. I frowned at him and watched as his shoulders sunk. "You have to." he added under his breath.

"No, Paul. I don't HAVE to love you." I stated, sitting up at my full height…which wasn't very much.

"Damn it Gabby, yes you do." He exclaimed, slammed his fist down on the table. I jumped at his sudden outburst. His temper was almost as bad as mine. Maybe we WERE made for each other…

I shook the thought from my head. This was a bunch of science fiction crap. This nightmare was just getting worse and worse.

"Paul, okay, look. You know when you're watching a horror movie and you scream at the girl on screen not to go into the haunted house where the murderers waiting? Well, that's what it was like to come over here, but I came anyway, alright? I just…needed to know why you were acting so freaking strange. And now I know. It's because you HAVE to." I stated, taking in a deep breath. Yup, I definitely babbled when I was nervous.

"Gabby, no. Okay? Just… no. Now listen, Jared imprinted on Kim, Sam on Emily, and me on you. Now you HAVE to obey the imprint and just…love me God dammit!"

"Paul shut the hell up!" A voice shrieked from the doorway. A tall girl walked in, her muscles flexing oddly as she swung her arm up and hit Paul in the back of his head. "You don't talk to your imprint like that." She accused coldly, then turned to meet my gaze.

I recognized her immediately as Leah. I've always looked up to her, especially when we were kids, her always being a good few years older then me. She was honest. Probably one of the most honest, caring, happy people I've ever known. Until her old fiancé broke up with her that is. Ever since then she's been…different.

"It's Gabby, right?" She asked, holding out her hand to me. I took it eagerly. I've always admired her, and now her she was, being nice to me. Would you fancy that.

"Leah get the hell out of here." Paul said through clenched teeth.

"Paul, shut. Up. My God." She rolled her eyes at him. "Can I talk to you for a minute Gabby?" She asked, pushing Paul out of his seat and taking it. We both looked at him expectantly, and getting the hint, he took off threw the back door with a huff.

Leah turned back to me, smirking slightly.

"I'm Leah by the way." She introduced.

"Yeah, I know."

"Alright, look, I'm not gonna beat around the freakin bush here. I'm alone. All alone. And you know why? Cause I don't just know how to move on. How to just forgive people, and get the hell on with my life. Now I know about you and Paul, and you just need to get the hell over it already, before you end up all alone like I did." Her voice was soft but the meaning of her words hit me hard.

Who knew Leah could put everything in perspective for me? And she was right. This was it. Paul could leave me at any moment, and I couldn't survive that. I depended on him too much already.

"Yeah but-"

"No, there's no Buts, okay? This is it. Just freaking forgive the dumb ass and get it over with. I mean, you'll do it sooner or later anyway." She stated. And I knew she was right. Sooner or later, I WOULD have to forgive Paul. I just didn't want to.

"It's harder then that. I can't just forgive him."

"Why not?" She questioned again. "Why can't you?"

Paul chose that moment to come back in.

"You know what Leah? No, I was thinking and…no. This is my house, and I won't let you sit here and corrupt my-" But Paul's rant was cut off by my hug.

Yes, I just HUGGED my nightmare. But hey, he looked like he needed it.

When I pulled back, he just looked at me in shock and…love?

"Right, well, I'm done here. Any way, I think Law and Orders on now. Kim said something about you liking that…"Leah informed while walking out of the room, and then quickly out of the house.

"Want to go watch Law and Order?" Paul asked quickly and sort of anxiously.

"I should really get home…" I trailed off, noticing the look on his face, "But I guess I could stay, I mean, I'm already out." I said with a shrug as he pulled me into the living room and sat me down next to him on the couch.

(PAUL POV)

Her head was on my shoulder. Her beautiful, blue eyes closed tightly shut as soft little snores erupted from her chest. Her white blond hair was splayed carelessly over her and my shoulders, but I couldn't care less.

She was so small. SO very, very small.

She changed me. Okay, so yeah, I was still a bad tempered jack ass, but she made me…a better one? Does that make sense? I hope so. Everything about her just made me want to be with her. To make her happy. Her smiles weren't worth anyone else's attention. I was the only one who she should smile at. Yet all she did was frown when she was around me.

Why did fate have to be so God Damned cruel? Why couldn't it just give me an imprint that I DIDN'T torture for the last ten years?

But I wouldn't give Gabby up for anything. That's for sure.

I could feel myself slowly drifting off to sleep, and before I knew it, I was gone.

My mind was racing. There she was, my little Gabby. She was wearing a baggy tee shirt and some grey sweats, and she still looked beautiful. Before I could react, she was pushing her lips against mine. How she even reached them, I don't know.

In an instant her hands had my shirt off, and the same with her.

She roughly tugged at my hair, but I could barely notice.

"Paul." It started as a moan at first, and she began to become blurry. Too blurry. What the hell was happening here, what was happening to Gabby?

"PAUL!" This time the name was screamed in bloody murder. My eyes snapped open. It was all a dream. But at the same time…it…wasn't. Gabby was still there, still laying under me, but this time we weren't in my bed, we were on my couch. Tears streamed down her face and her hands pounded into my chest.

She screamed my name again, and with realization that it was all a bloody dream I rolled off her. As soon as I did she sprung up, not even hesitating before she ran to the other side of the room.

GABBY POV

I woke up to having the air knocked out of me. When I looked up, Paul had rolled on top of me. I hadn't even noticed we'd fallen asleep…

It was a moment later when his face shot down to my neck that I became frightened.

"Paul, get the hell off, you're not funny." I exclaimed, but he didn't budge. By now my heart was going a mile a minute.

Oh my God, I'm being raped.