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Imprinting Is Like Getting Punched In The Face

"Come on baby! Stuff it down her throat!" I yelled down to Chloe down on the volleyball court. It was the end of the season of her senior year and it was the championship game. The Sanders and the Walkers were all on their feet, screaming their heads off like all the other fans for their team. Seattle vs. La Push and we were ahead by one point. It was a tough match so far.

Chloe glanced up at me before serving the volleyball over the net. She ran to the center of her half of the court and waited for the ball to arrive to her. Suddenly she straightened up fully and held her head between her hands, swaying slightly. Her coach seemed to notice this the same time I did and called time out.

I jumped up and ran down the bleachers as one of Chloe's teammates helped her off of the court. Her team gathered around her, checking her eye sight and glands to see what was wrong with her. I was beside her in just seconds.

"Chloe, what's wrong?" I asked, grabbing her face in between my large hands. She focused on my face and gave me a tired smile.

"I just got so tired all of a sudden. I actually felt a little faint," Chloe mumbled to me and to her coach who was anxiously rechecking her glands.

"I'm putting Amy in for you. I'm not letting you play sick," the coach exclaimed as Chloe rubbed her eyes.

"No! I'm perfectly fine now!" she cried, trying to hop back up off of the bench. I held her down and nodded to the coach, letting her know to put in Amy. I sat beside her, making sure she didn't try to get back into the game. I wrapped my arm around her and let her lean against me too rest.

"Coach, do you mind if we take Chloe home?" Mrs. Sanders asked, suddenly popping up. All three of us jumped and whipped around to look at her. I could tell Mrs. Sanders was just as worried about Chloe as I was. The coach barely even wasted time thinking it over.

"Yes, she should rest. She shouldn't be here anyway if she's sick," the coach exclaimed. Chloe tried to protest but I dragged her off before she could come up with a good argument.

"Should we take her to the hospital?" Mr. Sanders asked as I helped Chloe out of the gym.

"No, I'm fine. I guess I just need some rest," Chloe exclaimed, looking at us all with pleading eyes to just let her go home. Her parents agreed with her after a few minutes of arguing. I drove Chloe back to her house while her parents and my family followed us.

I got Chloe into the house and sat her down on the couch. I checked her over; using my super hearing/smelling to really make sure she was okay. The only thing I could tell was that she looked a little bit pale from her latest swoon.

For the rest of the night, Chloe was pampered and taken care of; even her slightest wish was met. It was late, probably around midnight that my parents left for home and her family went up to bed. I carried her into her bedroom and laid her down.

I sat beside her, playing with her hair as we mumbled sweet things to each other. I placed my hand on her stomach and she let me travel up.

"Ouch!" Chloe exclaimed, jerking away from my hand when I had placed it on her breast. I started, falling off the bed in surprise.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, picking myself off the floor. She crossed her arms over herself and stubbornly looked away from me. I sighed. I guess that was a maybe for an answer.

I peeled off my shirt and threw it across the room and lay down beside her. Chloe's eyes quickly darted over me then away again, back to the wall. I smirked and wrapped my arms gently around her and quickly fell asleep with a big ego.

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I felt sort of empty when I woke up. I had learned from my now frequent night visits to Chloe's house that she wasn't in the room with me when I had that feeling. I rolled over in her bed and groggily looked around. Her clothes were thrown everywhere; she must have had trouble finding something she wanted to wear because it wasn't like that before I went to sleep.

I glanced over at the clock. We had missed first period by 15 minutes. I guess that means we're skipping today then. I got out of the bed and went looking for Chloe. I could hear her instantly in the bathroom. It sounded like she was hyperventilating.

"Chloe? Are you okay?" I asked, knocking on the bathroom door. She made some kind of squeaking noise and a crash came from inside. I pounded on the door, almost frantic to get in now. "Chloe, open the damn door!" I yelled.

After a minute of shuffling inside the bathroom she finally opened it for me. Her hair was pulled up in a sloppy ponytail and she was wearing booty shorts and a tank-top. I would have gotten distracted by what she was wearing but the expression on her face held my attention.

She looked worried and frightened all mixed into one. I didn't understand why she looked like that unless there was a bomb in the bathroom that was going to blow any second.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chloe mumbled, avoiding my eyes. I stared at her some more until she finally glanced back up at me. She swallowed nervously and hurried past me. I followed her down the hallway like a golden retriever, waiting to herd her to my wishes.

"Are we planning on going to school today?" I asked, already knowing the answer to my question. Chloe shook her head no while looking into her room with a kind of a lost expression on her face now.

I followed her around the house for the rest of the day trying to find out what she was hiding and making sure she didn't have another swooning episode. She wasn't her normal kickass self but looked more worried about things and had this weird look on her face.

Annie came home about four o'clock with Danny right behind her, carrying her backpack. Danny shot a questioning look over at Chloe, who was gazing out the window, looking like she was about to cry. Annie didn't seem to notice her sister's personality change like we did.

When her parents came home, Chloe grabbed my arm and half dragged me up the stairs and into her room. "What are we doing?" I whispered as we crouched on her bed, listening to her parents talk to Danny downstairs.

"Hiding. Now go out the window and catch me so I don't have to climb down the tree," Chloe commanded, pointing to her window. I nodded and did what she asked without question. She's asked me to do weirder.

I stood on the ground and waited for her to jump into my open arms. She didn't even hesitate and leapt out of her window. I caught her easily and carried her into the forest behind her house. She let me carry her for maybe a mile into the forest until she made me put her down.

Chloe started to pace immediately while I sat on the moss covered ground, waiting for her to spill her guts to me. I didn't have to wait very long.

"Ian, I'm worried. I didn't think this would happen to us. I never thought this would happen to us for a couple more years. Oh jeez!" Chloe exclaimed, pulling her hair a little. I shifted nervously from where I sat and wondered what she was talking about. Whatever it was it didn't sound good.

"What exactly is wrong?" I whispered anxiously, already standing up just in case it really was bad.

"My period is late but I've been spotting, getting tired all the time now, and my breasts are sore!" Chloe cried, looking at me like I should now what all that means. I was truly clueless on what she was trying to get me to see.

"I don't really understand what you're trying to say," I said, watching the disbelief look come across her face. Chloe made a frustrated growl.

"I think I'm pregnant!" she screamed.

HOLY SHIT!

Author's Note: I know this is very, very short but I had to end the chapter like that. The next one is going to be interesting too. :)