Summary:
The Zoey 101 gang is going to the beach over semester break their junior year. Zoey and James are going strong, but when a certain someone comes back, can their relationship survive? Meanwhile, Lola caught Vince cheating on her and is in a post-breakup depression. Can one of her friends make her feel wanted again? And suppose this friend had a girlfriend? Also, Quinn and Logan are still secretly dating, but it's getting harder and harder to stay a secret. Will their secret romance come out of the shadows?
Note: I know that Quinn and Logan didn't start dating until after 'Alone at PCA,' but let's just pretend they did.
Oh, and this is my first fic, so please be nice, but I'd love any constructive criticism. Thanks!
Chapter One
Zoey
"Okay, I have… swimsuit? Check. Towels? Check. Sunscreen? Check. Yup, I think I've got everything," I turn to my roommates, Lola Martinez and Quinn Pensky, who are also packing for the trip. Our super-rich friend Logan Reese has a huge beach house a few hours away, so we decided to go there for semester break.
"Hey, Zoey, can I put some of my stuff in your suitcase? Mine is way too small," Lola asks, holding up two pairs of flip-flops and yet another bikini.
"Yeah, it's too small," I laugh. "Well, unless Quinn has space, you're outta luck." Lola turns to Quinn hopefully, but Quinn shakes her head.
"Lola, let's be rational here. We're only going for a week. I doubt you need a pair of flip-flops per day and nine bikinis," Quinn explains to her. Lola huffs.
"Fine," she grumbles. "I'll get rid of some stuff." She throws stuff out of her suitcase. "I have to run to the convenience store. I'll be back in a few." She waves at us and walks out the door.
"Uh, Lola?" Quinn calls. She turns around, and opens her mouth, before Quinn tosses something at her. "You forgot your wallet."
"Thanks," she smiles, then walks back out. I roll my eyes, but can't help smiling. Quinn can't either, and shakes her head.
"Gotta love her," I say, and Quinn laughs in agreement.
Logan
"Ugh, Zoey said she would text me when the girls were done packing, but this is taking forever!" my roommate, Michael Barrett, complains.
"Chill, man, they'll be done soon," my other roommate, James Garrett assures him.
"Yeah, I'm with Michael, how come girls take forever to get themselves ready? And to pack!" I say, frustrated.
"Women," Michael scoffs, shaking his head. "Logan, you date three girls a week, you know more about the female mind! Why are they taking so long?" I cringed when he said that, hoping he didn't notice. I'm not proud of the man I used to be. Michael and James didn't know this, (actually no one did), but I'd been dating Quinn Pensky secretly for several weeks now, and it was going great. Quinn and I weren't ready to tell our friends yet, but she'd had the idea of being nicer to each other and slowly trying to ease them into the idea of the two of us in a relationship.
"Uh, yeah… I'm kind of over that, I say, leaning on my bed. My roommates stared at me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting me to say that. I shrug. "I think I might actually be ready to have a real, steady girlfriend."
"Uh, James, should we take his temperature? I think something's wrong with Logan…" Michael says. I roll my eyes, and open my mouth to protest before James starts speaking.
"Oh, hey, it's Zoey," he grins, picking up his phone. "She said that Lola had to run to the PCA convenience store to get a thing or two, but when she comes back, they'll be done."
"Well, finally," Michael says, flopping on his bed. "Man, girls take forever."
Lola
I'm halfway to the store when I see two people making out next to a vending machine. A couple months ago, I would've gagged and maybe thrown a rock, but now that I have Vince, I just sigh in happiness that there are people as happy as I am. I look closer at the couple. It's an African-American girl and a really tall guy…. Wait, they look familiar. He kind of looks like Vince… but that can't be Vince, because Vince is with me. Wait, that is Vince!
"Vince!" I call out. He won't turn around, cus it's not him. Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around….
"Lola?" I gasped, then stepped back. It was Vince. Vince, my sweet, strong, loving boyfriend was… cheating on me with some skank! I didn't look at her. "I… I thought you had left…" I didn't say anything, and after a few seconds, I looked at the girl. My heart stopped.
"Lisa?" I felt hot and heavy tears streaming down my face. This was not happening…
"Lola, please, I can explain," Vince starts to say, but I hold up my hand.
"Don't," I hiss. "Is this what I get for finally trusting a guy who I thought cared about me? Well, you know what, Vince, guess what? I was right about you. You haven't changed. Not at all. And we're through," I sob, and turn and run away.
"Lola, wait!" Lisa's voice calls, but I don't stop. She's faster than me, though, and grabs my arm. She doesn't wait for me to speak. "You can't tell Michael." She begs. I glare at her.
"Why shouldn't I? He's my best friend; he has the right to know about this! I won't hurt him, Lisa."
"That's exactly what you'll be doing if you tell him," her eyes wet a little bit, and I try to ignore the softness I suddenly feel for her. "Please. What happened between me and Vince is over. I love him, Lola, I love him!"
"Fine," I growl, still crying. "But either you tell him, or I will." And then I run back to my dorm.