Quil's POV:

I knew Chloe would resist the imprinting, but I didn't know it's because she thought so low of me. We were friends as kids and yeah we haven't really been close since high school, but I didn't know it was that serious. I thought she liked the back and forth teasing, like in a way we were flirting. She's stubborn when it comes to me and I know how to get under her skin. I do it in a playful way, but maybe she's been more serious than I thought.

The two of us have a lot of history but I thought that would work in our favor. Like we could accept the imprinting and just work off of all the years of friendship. Clearly she doesn't want that. She doesn't even think we're friends. Sure we don't hangout much, but that doesn't mean we aren't still friends.

I relied on her a lot when Embry stopped talking to me. He's my best friend and it was really lonely for a while. I didn't understand what was going on, but Chloe being in the same situation with Kim made me feel better. It felt like I at least had someone to get through those times with. We would usually eat together in silence or make small talk, but it always brightened my day. I know how sad and mopey she was and I wanted to make it better, so I would tease her. I think her being annoyed with me was better than her crying alone.

I know I'm not the most attractive guy. Girls have made that clear throughout my entire life. Back in middle school I was a chunky kid and everyone would reject me, but my friends would just joke around and tell me to ask out different girls.

I think the most embarrassing moment of my life was when Chloe found me crying like an idiot of Tracy eighth grade at the park. I was so upset and embarrassed that she rejected me in front of everyone and I wanted to be alone. The guys aren't someone I'd go to when I was feeling that insecure. I just needed to let it out. Chloe's presence was comforting, like it always was.

What I didn't expect was for her to ask me to the dance and lie and say she liked me just out of pity. The look in her eyes told me right away she just felt bad for me, it's the same way she looked at me today.

I was so mad at her. Why would she treat my feelings like that? Ever since we weren't really close, I had some walls up and she was annoyed with me too.

In high school though I lost weight and started to feel a little bit better. I went on some dates, made out with some girls, nothing crazy. Jake got all the attention, Jared had Kim, and Embry had that shy guy demeanor that all the girls liked so much. Girls never really gave me a chance after the first date, so I never had a girlfriend.

I asked out Chloe sophomore year and she rejected me, hard. It was stupid to do, but I thought maybe she'd like me now that I was thinner. Nope.

I moved on, trying to act like it didn't hurt. I would never admit it but I had feelings for Chloe for a long time. She's always been beautiful, she's always had an amazing body, and she's always made me laugh. I liked that she was so normal, so down to earth. She wasn't ever mean on purpose or judgmental. I was miserable when her and Jake dated. He didn't deserve her, no one does though.

She's special and that's why she deserves better than me.

I feel bad for ignoring her knock at the door, but I was too upset to talk. My eyes filled with tears like an idiot and I didn't want her to see me looking so pathetic. I don't like to act like that. I like to make people smile and laugh. I like teasing Chloe because it's the most reaction I can get from her. She doesn't smile or laugh with me, she just frowns. She's unphased.

She's so resistant with the imprinting, I'm not going to tell her how I've felt for a long time. She hasn't felt the same, so why should I humiliate myself anymore. Taha Aki called me out on my crush and now everyone knows, I guess except her.

Now I've trapped Chloe with me forever and she's miserable. She even cried a bit. She's probably cried over it before too, this is just the first I've seen.

My stomach aches and my heart feels broken. I feel empty and lost.

Sam and Jared say that imprinting will make our bodies drawn together. I feel my own body respond every time she's near me and it's so hard not being able to touch her. She's all I can think about. Living with her is so hard. I smell her scent all day, sometimes even her arousal. I hear every noise she makes in her room. I can sense her nearness even before I can see or hear her. I'm drawn to her.

Her body reacts to me too, but not anything else. I know she can smell my scent, even if she doesn't realize it. She gets goosebumps when I touch her and her arousal washed over the air at the smallest things I do. It's the most mouthwatering scent I've ever had the pleasure of smell. All I want is to make her feel good, to kiss her, to hug her. But she hates that. She hates feeling like that towards me.

I hear Chloe's door open and close and for a moment I wish she'd come in here and talk to me again. But she doesn't, she leaves. A car pulls into the driveway to pick her up and I hear a girls voice laughing. It must be Bella. At least it's not some guy. I think she made that comment to me in the heat of the moment about another guy making her wet, but still it pissed me off.

I know the pack respects she is my imprint and I love Embry, but it's even hard to have her around him when she hasn't accepted our imprinting. I'm terrified to lose my imprint, I think it would kill me.

Jared and Kim had it so easy. Emily fell right into dating Sam even with all the Leah drama. But me? Nothing can go right for me. Of course.


I'm woken up from a deep sleep to the noise of a car door slamming shut and insistent giggling coming from outside. I yawn as I struggle to get up from under the heap of blankets that formed on top of me. I pad over to the window and peek out to see Chloe stumbling towards the door while Bella laughs, holding onto her.

I tug on my sweatpants and make my way into the living room, opening the door for them. I hear Chloe struggling with her key as I tug open the door. Bella's holding her upstraight, the smell of alcohol washing over me. Chloe's dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt so I doubt they went to a party. Plus from my view times meeting Bella she's always been shy. Where did they go?

"Sorry to wake you." Bella says in a hushed voice, helping Chloe over to the couch.

"Don't worry about it, is she okay?" I ask, staring down at giggling Chloe. I haven't seen her in this good of a mood in months. Maybe since Kim abandoned her.

Chloe looks up at me through her eyelashes, smiling. "Well she's right here so why don't you ask yourself?" Her voice is playful, teasing even. "Bella I had so much fun." She reaches a hand out for Bella who giggles at her.

"I did too." Bella is clearly sober and I'm thankful she is or they would have wrecked on the way over here. "She didn't drink much so she'll be okay, she's just a light weight." Bella winks down at her, laughing a little. "I'm going to head home unless I should stay?" She pauses, glances at Chloe and then at the door.

I shake my head. There's no need for her to stay, I'm sure Chloe will go right to bed. We all used to drink a lot in high school, she's always been a light weight. Kim would just tuck her in and she'll fall right asleep. "Don't worry about it, she'll go right to bed." I assure her.

Bella chews on her lip and nods. "Okay, thanks Quil."

"You remember me?" I ask, a little surprised. I've only met her a few times, I know her mostly because Jake talks about her a lot. He had a crush on her before phasing, and now he's hoping to imprint on her. She's involved with the Cullen's though, so I doubt it'll work in his favor.

She nods, laughing a little. "Yeah of course." She says goodbye to Chloe and then waves to me before walking out the front door quietly.

Once we're alone I look back down at Chloe who sighs when she looks up at me. "I'm drunk." She grumbles, standing on her feet. She smooths out her clothes before walking towards her room. I follow behind her, ready to help in anyway, but she walks right past her room and heads into mine on accident. I frown, falling behind her. She kicks off her shoes before crawling into my bed with a happy sigh.

"Chloe this is my room." I stand awkwardly at the end of my bed. She lays back on my pillows, smiling lazily up at me. Her hair brown hair is splayed all over my pillow and I know I'll be smelling her for weeks and it's going to drive me insane.

"I know." She says simply. "Come on." She opens her arms as if she wants a hug. I stay put, even if all I want is to fall asleep next to her. She would wake up livid and embarrassed. I know she doesn't actually want that, she's just drunk and confused.

I shake my head, trying to smile so she knows I'm not upset. "You're drunk, you need to sleep."

She rolls her eyes at me, but her lips stay curled up. "Yeah yeah, just lay next to me then for a few minutes. I'll leave soon."

I hesitate but it's all innocent so maybe it's okay. Even just being so close to her will make me feel better. The wolf part of me is begging me to soak in her smell, even just for a few minutes. I walk over to the other side of the bed and lay next to her, staring up at the ceiling. I make no move to get too close or to touch her. I won't.

"You're not ugly." She spits out after a moment of comfortable silence.

I turn my head to look at her, frowning. "What?"

She turns on her side to face me. "You're not ugly, I wasn't calling you ugly earlier." She explains casually. "Your face and body have nothing to do with it." She's wearing a little bit of makeup on her face, her eyelashes blacked and curled up. She looks so pretty like this, curled up on my bed, smiling at me. She looks content. I feel content.

So she doesn't think I'm ugly, huh? "Okay." I nod, not knowing what to say. "So why?"

She sighs heavily, rolling her eyes. "Stuff." Is all I get. "Why does my body react to you." She mumbles, hovering a hand over my arm. She pulls up her sleeve, pointing at her tan skin. "See, goosebumps."

I lift my hand and hold onto her wrist, rubbing my thumb on her skin. I watch her shiver in response, chewing on her bottom lip. "I feel them." I say quietly.

"But your body doesn't react to me." She mumbles, still staring at my hand on her arm.

That's a lie.

I shake my head. "My body respond too, but my body heat is too warm for goosebumps." It's actually a little warm in here, but I know she'll be way too cold without the fireplace lit. I won't be selfish, I can always crack a window to get some cool air in here when she leaves.

"How does yours respond?" Her voice is quiet, both innocent and curious. How my body reacts though..it's not innocent. I clear my throat, shrugging my shoulders a little. "Oh?" She says before giggling at me. I look away from her and drop my hand from hers. A moment later though she scoots closer to me, lifting up my arm, and wrapping it around her. Her head lays on my shoulder and her bare hand lays on my bare chest.

I go stiff, shocked that she would do that. She snuggles into my side, taking in a deep breath. "You smell good." She mumbles under her breath, drawing little circles on my stomach. It tickles and it's mostly innocent, but my cock, which was already sporting a semi, spring to full life.

"I feel like you're going to regret doing this tomorrow." I mumble, but even so I stroke her hair from her face. She moans as my finger tips trailing through her hair, shivering again. "Are you cold?"

She shakes her head, "You're like a heater."

My heart is pounding in my chest but hers is calm and steady. I glance down at her at the same time she looks up at me. She licks her lips before tugging her bottom lip in between her teeth. Her hand skims up my bare chest, over my neck, and then her thumb strokes over my bottom lip. I feel a jolt where she touches me and I can't help but focus on her own lips.

She stares at me for a moment before her gaze drops and she picks herself up from me, sitting up. I want to whine, already feeling a loss of connection, but it's probably best. It's too hard to fall into this trap, but tomorrow all progress would be lost anyways. She'll wake up embarrassed and yell at me for all of this. I'm not going to let things get out of control. If she was sober she'd never do this.

I clear my throat, ready to sit up too and drag her to her own room but she turns towards me. She moves so she's on her knees, one leg in between my own. She has a playful look on her face and before I can even think, she has her hand on my bulge, squeezing my through the fabric.

My body naturally bucks up into her hand and a groan falls from my lips. My head drops back on the cool pillow and my eyes shut tightly. It's been too long since I've been touched and my wolf is going insane. I could cum in under a minute if she keeps touching me like this.

"Chloe, no. We can't do anything." I shake my head, forcing my eyes open again. Her grip stays the same on my erection and she pouts at me. "You'll regret this, you're drunk." I gently remove her hand, even though my body is screaming at me for it. I sit up, her leg still in between mine. "Lets get you to bed." I offer.

The playful smile comes back and she drags her fingers down my cheek and across my jaw. "If you don't want to then why are you so hard?" She moves closer to me, her lips at my ear.

Her teeth scrape at the shell of my ear and I shudder in response. At the same time her hand find my erection again, squeezing firmly. I groan out, lurching forward in response. She plays with my erection, squeezing tightly, attempting to give me a handjob through my pants. My dick throbs from her touch and I know I'm way too close for her to keep touching me.

"Chloe." I want to say it firmly but it's more of a beg. A desperate, pathetic beg.

She whimpers a little in my ear, rubbing her center against my leg. Her sweet arousal fills the air and I feel drunk on the scent. "Tell me how it feels?" She pleads, nipping at my ear again.

I let out a choked moan, placing a firm hand on her hip that's rocking against me. "We can't do this, you need to stop. You're drunk." I repeat again, hearing a little more power in my tone this time.

She shoves me back so my head hits the soft pillow beneath me and giggles a little. "I don't think you want me to stop, and I don't want to stop either." She says seductively, giving me a little needy pout.

She's going to fucking kill me.

I shake my head. "You're drunk, tomorrow you'll regret all of this." I insist, grabbing her wrist.

She gives my erection one last squeeze, but that puts me over the edge. A strangled noise erupts from my throat and I shout out her name as my body convulses beneath her. My skin goes hot and my stomach flutters with warmth as my cock pulses out my cum into my boxers. I'm panting through the aftermath, her grip still on me.

As my orgasm subsides I look up at Chloe to see her eyes bulging out her head, her lips parted in shock. Embarrassment floods me and I gently push her off of me, standing up on my own two feet. I let out a huff, walking over to my door. "You're going to bed, now." I say firmly, opening my bedroom door.

She quickly gets to her feet, her head ducked down as she passes me and walks into her own room. The door shuts quietly behind her and I'm left still panting a little, with wet boxers.