Summary: Sequel to Reawakening The Past. Zoey and the gang are back for freshman year of PCA. And everything's about to change, especially when they meet the new kids. Trusts will be shattered, hearts will be broken. Thanks to Hybrid Speed for the title. Summary kind of stinks, but the story is really good, I promise!

A/N: Here it is…the long awaited (well…not that long, but whatever) sequel to Reawakening The Past! Yay! Sorry I didn't get it up sooner…y'all can relate, right? School keeps you WAY busy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101. BUT I SO TOTALLY WISH I DID, 'cause then I would've made Chase make such a bone-headed mistake and go out with that Rebecca girl!

Accepting The Present

Chapter 1:

The Bad Attitude Twins

Zoey's POV

"C'mon, Rob! Hurry up!" I pleaded. "I wanna get there early!" Rob laughed.

"Okay, okay," he reassured. "How come you're so anxious to get their so fast?"

"Um, only because it's the best school ever!" I reminded him. Actually, there was a more specific reason I was so excited to get back to PCA. And his name was Chase Matthews. You know…bushy hair, bright green eyes, kinda clumsy? I missed him so much over the summer. Sure, I had talked to him on phone and IM every day, but that didn't compare to seeing him face-to-face again. My mind was still boggling from the last time I saw him…

FLASHBACK:

PCAChase: U know, you can make up for not saying goodbye…

ZoeyB-Girl: How?

PCAChase: Turn around!

Huh? Turn around? I did as I was told and I saw a bushy-haired boy getting out of a car…my bushy-haired boy! I smiled and laughed and ran up to hug him. I didn't want to let go. Happy tears poured down my face.

"How'd you find me?" I asked him. He smiled.

"Easy," he said. "My car came after your car, we follow the same route to Boston as you do to Tennessee, and Emma, one of the foster kids, had to pee." I laughed.

"I love you, Chase." I said, smiling brightly. He looked like he was about to explode from happiness.

"I love you too, Zoe." He said, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he ran his fingers through my hair. He broke the kiss. "So, are you coming back to PCA next year now?" I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Noooo…" I said sarcastically. He laughed.

"I just have one thing to say…" he told me.

"And what's that?" I asked. He smiled mischievously.

"Tag," he yelled jokingly, gently shoving my arm. "You're it!" I laughed and grabbed his shirt before he could run away.

"Ha ha," I mocked jokingly and smiled.

END FLASHBACK

God, I loved him so much. He was perfect. Perfect for me, that is. Finally, we passed by the Pacific Coast Academy sign and I was once again at my home for the school year.

"Yes!" I cheered happily. Dustin and Rob looked at me weirdly.

"I still don't get how you can be so excited!" Rob pointed out.

"Well…" I started to explain, but stopped abruptly when I saw a bushy-haired boy smiling at me from the curb outside PCA…it was him! A huge smile spread across my face, and I waved. Rob sighed and smiled.

"Now I get it," he proclaimed, satisfied with his discovery. Dustin laughed.

"Zoey's got a boyfriend!" he mocked in a sing-song voice. I rolled my eyes. He had been bugging me about this all summer.

"And Dustin doesn't!" I mocked back. He slumped in his seat.

"So?" he mumbled quietly. Rob pulled up on the curb and gave me a hug from inside the car.

"Bye, you two!" he said, waving one more time. Chase headed over to me, a huge smile on his face. Dustin grabbed his bags from his suitcase.

"I'm outta here," he announced. "See ya, Zoe." I couldn't hold in my excitement anymore. I started running to Chase.

"Chase!" I screamed happily, jumping into a hug.

"Zoey!" he said just as happily. He pulled away and looked at me. "Wow, you look so…wow! And you dyed your hair brown!"

"Yup," I agreed. "And you're hair got bushier!" He grinned.

"Right," he said. "By the way, there's something I've wanted to do since the last time I saw you!" He kissed me. I smiled.

"Let's go find Nicole and everybody," I suggested. "We told them all about us goin' out…but they all wanna see it for themselves. I was on the phone with Nicole yesterday and all she talked about was 'you and Chase this', 'you and Chase that.' I was almost sick of you." I laughed. Chase looked confused.

"Sick of me?" he asked, scratching his head. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"It's called a joke." I reminded him, and gave him a peck on the cheek. He grinned.

"Right," he said, and grabbed my hand. We headed for the lounge, where we assumed they'd be. Sure enough, Nicole, Dana, Quinn, Michael and Logan were all hanging out there. I smiled when I saw all of them. Nicole was straightening her already straight hair, Dana was sitting with her arms crossed on the couch watching TV, with Logan by her side, either fighting with her or flirting with her. By now, it was hard to tell. Quinn had her nose buried in a book labeled THE NOSE HAIR. 'Kay, don't wanna know where that's going… Michael was staring at a bag of potato chips, looking like he was debating on whether or not to eat them. Ha ha. Just like old times… Nicole looked up and saw us and gave the loudest scream we had ever heard. OW! MY EARS!

"ZOEY!" she screeched, causing the rest of them to fall off the couch in shock. They got up and ran over.

"Awesome, you two are here!" Quinn told us. "I was just going to offer a twenty dollar job for an experiment I'm working on." I smiled nervously.

"Thanks, Quinn," I told her nervously. "But I think I'll stick to avoiding the explosions, not causing them!"

"Hey look!" Michael said with a grin. "It's PCA's newest and most obvious couple! What up?" I smiled and shrugged.

"Have you guys kissed yet?" Dana asked, annoyed.

"Have you and Logan kissed yet?" I asked her.

"Duh!" she pointed out.

"Okay then!" I said, crossing my arms. Nicole went ballistic.

"You guys kissed?" she squealed. "When? How? Oh, this is so awesome!" Logan finally managed to get up from his trance on the couch.

"Chase, man! What's up?" he said tiredly, and doing that 'man handshake' thing that us girls never seemed to perfect.

"Why are you so tired?" Chase inquired.

"I was over at Potato Chip Boy's house last night and stayed up 'til four in the morning to make sure he doesn't eat chips." We all stared in disbelief.

"Michael? Not eating…chips?" I wondered in awe. Everyone except Michael shook their heads.

"Nah," we all chorused.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Michael argued. "I'll have you know all night last night I only had one chip!"

"That's still eating chips," Quinn pointed out. Michael huffed and positioned the chip in his hand in front of his mouth.

"Don't do it, man!" Chase warned, grabbing his wrist.

"Hey, I spent an entire year putting up with your top secret love for Zoey," he argued. "I deserve a chip!" Chase blushed a little, and I squeezed his hand and mouthed 'watch this,' Ha ha yes, Zoey Brooks had a plan.

"Whoa, that girl looks just like Tyra Banks!" I gasped, pointing to a void of air behind Michael.

"Where, where?" he asked excitedly, and turned his head in all directions behind him and I snatched the chip from his hand and popped in it my mouth. He turned back to his hand and frowned.

"Where's my…" he started, then gave us all an evil glare. "Who stole my chip?" We all started cracking up. After we stopped laughing, I spoke up again.

"Where's our dorm this year?" I asked curiously to Nicole and Dana.

"I dunno," Dana answered. "Usually they post it on the bulletin board or something stupid like that, but they didn't."

"Let's ask Coco!" Nicole suggested. "She's right over there. Wait…I think that's her…um…yep, that's Coco! Let's go ask! Wait…actually…maybe that's…"

"Nicole, will you shut up? It's her!" Logan asked, and Nicole looked hurt.

"Will you stop hurting my friend?" Dana growled at him.

"Only if you make out with me," he said, sticking his lips out. I put my hand up in his face.

"It's a privilege, so earn it, pretty boy." She said with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah? Well –"

"Guys! Guys!" I cut in. "Can we just go ask Coco before Dana and Logan kill each other?" The friends all headed towards Coco, who was snacking on ravioli. Boy, did she love ravioli. I bet she would eat it even if a swarm of bees was chasing after her (A/N: Ha, from Surprise!)! "Hi, Coco, do you know where our dorm is?"

"Oh, chomp, yeah," she said, still munching on her ravioli. She set it on the table and picked up her clipboard. "Oh, see, the thing is, my ex-boyfriend Marco's daughter Peyton is coming to PCA last second so I had to give up your room in Butler Hall to impress him, so I gave you three a doubled room that fits six people." So we were having three other girls in the room. Oh, god.

"Who are the other three?" I asked.

"Actually, there are two. Some girl named Lola Martinez, and this girl…Loretta, and she has a twin brother who's bunking with Chase, Logan and Michael, Lamont…they have a really odd last name. Even more odd than that guy on Leno last night!"

"Which is…?" Chase asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Heaven off sky…I think…" she said, bored, and showed us the clipboard. We stared at the words with disbelief: Loretta Lynn Hevenofsky. What! (A/N: AHHH!)

"Hevenofsky?" I screamed. "As in the daughter of Yolanda Hevenofsky?" Coco snorted.

"They claim they have absolutely no relation to her, so calm down. You're in room 101A and 101B (A/N: It's the same room just two doors!), so go!" I kissed Chase quickly on the cheek and then the girls and the boys went separate ways. I shivered. Hevenofsky was not, repeat not, a common name. She had to be related to Yolanda somehow, right? I guess Dana noticed the slight fear on my face.

"Zoe, calm down!" Dana reassured. "You heard Coco! They are not related to her. Give this girl and that guy, too, a chance!" I gave a small smile. Maybe she was right…

Chase's POV

"Do you think Coco was right about Lamont?" I asked nervously. I mean, come on, there couldn't be that many Hevenofskys in this world! She and my terrible past were behind me, and I seriously did not want another Hevenofsky ruining my year. No way.

"Hope so," Logan said with a shrug. Yeah, thanks for the support Logan…Well, I knew one thing for sure; if anyone, and I mean anyone, tried to hurt Zoey this year, they would pay. Sorry. Had a Dana moment there. We walked in and noticed a guy taking on single bed. He had shaggy from hair and pale green eyes. I saw Logan get angry, because apparently, he "always gets the single bed because he's awesome." Um, no.

"Hey," I greeted. "So you're our new roommate, right?"

"Noooo," he said sarcastically. "I'm just unpacking on this bed in your dorm for the hell of it." Wow. Looks like I wasn't the only one who had a Dana moment today.

"Um, right," Michael said slightly awkwardly. "So, I heard your names Lamont. I'm Michael, and this is Chase and Logan."

"Sup," Logan said, still eyeing him angrily.

"Yeah, hey," I added.

"Lamont is the most pathetic name ever invented. I'm Monte (A/N: Pronounced Mont-E). Anyone who calls me Lamont gets a black eye. Got it?" Man, did this guy have like a permanent anger issue or something?

"Uh…okay…whatever…Monte…" I spoke. He shrugged and continued his unpacking.

"Look, that's it, dude!" Logan said angrily to Monte. "I, Logan Reese, always get the single bed! Me! Every year since sixth grade! So, get your crud off my bed!" Monte gave him a death glare.

"Well," he said, anger still flaming in his eyes. "I guess that's about to change!" He turned back to his bag. We all just stared in confusion, probably all thinking the same thing: What is this dude's problem? Monte took a lacrosse stick out of his bag and shoved it under his bed. Michael decided to give him one more try.

"Oh," he said, trying to be interested. "You play lacrosse?" He stared at us like we had three heads. Unless we all suddenly grew two more heads spontaneously, then some obnoxious comment was on the horizon. Shock, shock, surprise, surprise.

"Yeah, I guess so, if playing lacrosse means using a lacrosse stick to deal with certain people, then yeah, I play lacrosse. And good, too." Told you. Great, now we were being threatened by a freaky dude with a lacrosse stick.

"You, you know what?" I started. "Since we don't wanna, you know, bug you anymore, since you're unpacking and stuff, we're gonna go meet up with the girls and –" Monte perked up majorly.

"You guys know girls?" he said, actually sounding excited. "Girls love me. This is awesome! Can I go?" Uh huh. Great. Another Logan. Man, this dude was sounding like a five year old who just got offered a bag of candy! Next thing you know he'll be carrying around ten mirrors at once, and Logan's got a record of seven.

"Um…sure…" Michael said. "While we're at it, I guess we'll give you a tour…"

"Whatever, let's go," Monte ordered, and we headed out the door.

Dana's POV

"Zoe, pass me that shoe!" I screamed to Zoey.

"Ow, Dana, I'm right here, stop screaming!" Zoey screamed back, and threw the shoe at me. Zoey snagged the single bed and I got the lower bed of the first bunk bed, while Nicole got the top. So I was guessin' that Lola and Loretta would get the other bunk bed. Whoo. So exciting. God, I was only at PCA for, like, thirty minutes, and already I was bored. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who iiiiiiis iiiiiiit?" Nicole sing-songed.

"Shut up, Nicole, you're gonna give me a migraine!" I screamed at her.

"It's your new roomie!" a female voice shouted from the other side of the door. Oh, god. I hoped it wasn't Loretta. I would never admit it, but I was slightly freaked out that her last name was Hevenofsky, but if I told Zoey that, she would go insane from fear. Because if Danger Cruz was scared of something, then boy would everyone else be. That's just how it rolled, got it? I got up from the floor where I was organizing my shoes and headed to answer the door. I opened it and there stood a girl. She had tan skin and brown hair with red and a few yellow highlights. She was wearing and orange hat and colorful earrings and jewelry. She has on a black dress with blue stripes on it in random places and a silver belt, and than jeans under and yellow heels. It was a very…um…bold look, I guess.

"Hey!" she told us all, and walked in. "I'm Lola!" Zoey looked relieved. It was Lola. Not Loretta.

"Hola, Lola! I'm…oh my gosh, that rhymed! How cool is that? Anyway, I'm –" I covered Nicole's mouth with my hand.

"This is Nicole Bristow. She talks…a lot." I warned Lola. She laughed. "I'm Dana Cruz, the one and only." Wow. Just had a Logan moment there. Ah, Logan. I hated him so much that I loved him.

"Hey, Dana, hey Nicole!" she greeted.

"And I'm Zoey Brooks!" Zoey told her. She grinned. "What?"

"Did you go to Findell Elementary?" she asked curiously. Zoey nodded.

"Don't you remember me? I introduced myself as Lolita the Cheetah, and then I had to go home early?" Lolita the Cheetah? Umm…ok…

"Oh, yeah! Whoa, this is awesome!" she said, hugging her. "Welcome to PCA." She grinned.

"Thanks!" she told us all. She set her bags on the bottom bunk of the second bunk bed. "Although I'm not going to be here for too long."

"Why's that?" I asked curiously.

"Because in a while I'll be discovered by a talent agent for my fabulous acting and be whisked off to stardom," she said as if it were a fact.

"Um, whatever you say…" I said. Lola looked around the room.

"This cool is so pretty!" she squealed. It was an okay room. Not my style, though. The walls were purple and the floor was light blue carpeting. The bed spreads were white with purple and blue polka dots to match the rest of the room. The closets and the door were white. Then there were five white dressers, each one assigned to one of us. I would've preferred more black or even red, but whatever, it's not like I owned the school.

"Yeah!" Zoey agreed. "The only problem is the doors. They're way to white."

"Agreed," Lola said.

"Hey," Zoey said, probably formulating one of her ideas. "What if we all decorate our own closets, and then we all decorate the front door together?"

"Yeah! That would be awesome!" Nicole squealed.

"Eh, it would be kinda fun, I guess." I told them. At least I would be able to add some of my favorite colors to the room.

"Wait a sec," Lola said, confused. "There are five closets, but only four of us…" There was a knock at the door.

"Oh, right, forgot to mention," I told Lola. "We have another roommate, Loretta, um, Hevenofsky."

"Oh," Lola said. "I'll get it!" She rushed up to the door and opened it. There stood the supposed 'Loretta.' She had shoulder length brown wavy hair and bright green almond shaped eyes. She was wearing a light blue mid-drift, and jeans which were tucked into brown Ugg boots. God, didn't she know you don't wear boots in early September? She wasn't smiling.

"You must be Loretta," Lola guessed with a smile. "I'm Lola Martinez, and these are my friends Zoey Brooks, Dana Cruz and Nicole Bristow." The three of us gave nervous smiles and waves.

"Look," she said angrily. "One, I seriously didn't wanna come to boarding school this year, but I was forced to, so I would appreciate it if I get to pink my own bed. Two, I'm Lori. Anyone who calls me anything else, Loretta, Loret, Lor, Etta, Retta, whatever, pays! Got it?" Oh no she did not just try to steal my role as the tough one.

"No, you listen up, 'Lori,'" I hissed. "You're gonna sleep wherever we saved for you to sleep, so get over it and while your at it, get an attitude adjustment and a life."

"Look who's talkin', Caramel Locks!" Lori screeched. She walked with attitude over to Lola's taken bed and shoved her bags to the top.

"Hey," Lola defended. "Hello, Miss Bad Attitude? That's my bed!" Lori gave her a death glare.

"And now it's mine, got a problem with that?" she asked Lola, still glaring.

"Yeah, she does!" I yelled at her.

"Well, get over it," Lori said, smirking at Lola. "By the way, I think you got some mustard and ketchup in your hair." Oh, god. This girl made me look nice! Crap. She's got some serious issues.

"What the heck did we even do to you?" Zoey asked angrily. She gave Zoey the most disgusted, evil, terrifying, death defying glare I had ever seen in my entire life.

"Way too much," she hissed, and began unpacking. "Get the hell away from me!"

"Fine!" Nicole mumbled angrily. "Zoe, Lola, D, let's go meet up with the guys."

"'Kay," Lola said, perking up.

"So, y'all know some dudes?" Lori asked.

"Um…yeah…" Zoey answered.

"I'm comin' to meet them, too." She told us, climbing off the bed.

"Um I don't think – " Nicole started.

"That wasn't a suggestion, moron!" she said, and followed them out the door. This is gonna be an interesting year…

A/N: God, do you hate Loretta and Lamont already? I do. Any predictions? Don't ruin it if you know where this is going! It's kind of obvious though! OMG, who's excited for the new episode tonight? DON'T RUIN IT FOR ME, because I'll be TiVoing it cuz I can't see it tonight! Well…..REVIEW!

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