Chase's Scars

(A/N: I really have no idea how far this story will go. The idea came to me because I noticed that Chase is never seen without his shirt on, even when everyone else is. I am writing this story from personal experiences, so it will be very accurate and good, but also kind of sad for some of you, um emotional viewers. This will take place in the episode Girls Will Be Boys and will end around Chase's Grandma. Enjoy.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101.

Chapter 1: That Was Close

It was late on a Friday night at PCA. Chase was still awake at 1:30 a.m. His roommate Logan was asleep on the single bed while his temporary roommate, Steve, was above him. As Chase lay tired on his bed, he could not help but remember what the date would be in a few days, November 10. It was the date of his life changing endeavor.

'I can't believe that in two days it will be five years since it happened,' thought Chase. He stuck his right hand under his shirt and felt his way upward to the top of his left pectoral. It was here that his hand stopped moving as his index finger traced the outline of the one and a half inch scar (A/N:about 4 centimeters for you non American readers) that was there.

Chase sighed as he moved his finger about one half inch below the scar to feel several smaller scars that were clustered together. He removed his hand as a tear began to roll down his face. He looked at the alarm clock.

1:45 a.m.

'Great. I guess I should try to get some sleep,' thought Chase. He rolled onto his left side, and within the next few minutes, Chase was fast asleep with tears in his eyes.

However, if Chase had known of the nightmare that awaited him, he might have chosen to stay up for the night.

Chase's P.O.V.

(A/N: This is his dream or nightmare I should say.)

I woke up in extreme pain. As I realized that I was awake, I noticed that I was out of

surgery. I became extremely scared. I was awake, but my eyes would not open. I was crying so much, it hurt all over. The tears would not leave my eyes because my lids were glued shut. I also realized something else that added to my pain, my lack of oxygen. I could not breathe. As I struggled to intake as much air as possible, I cried even harder. A soft, gentle hand grabbed mine, and I calmed down a bit. As I struggled to breathe in an eternal darkness, my eyes finally opened. I was no longer in pain because I was actually awake in my dorm. I noticed the light of the morning sun pouring through the window.

'One more day,' I thought.

Normal P.O.V.

After the occupants of the boy's room awoke, they got ready for the water basketball game.

'Oh man. I forgot about this,' thought Chase. He rubbed his hand through his bushy head. Although he had been shirtless in front of his friends before, somehow they did not notice his scars.

'Maybe it's because I'm so white. I glisten so much they don't notice,' thought Chase. He smiled as he got dressed.

Chase placed his towel conveniently over his scars. As he and Logan walked towards the pool, Chase noticed that the pool was still in the shade of the building. There would be no glistening today.

"Logan I really don't want to play today," protested Chase with hesitation.

"Really? First Steve and now you?" retorted Logan with annoyance.

"Yes I don't want to."

"I don't care Chase. You're playing," commanded Logan.

Quinn placed her snake in the water, smiling like a mad genius.

"SNAKE!" yelled a random boy.

As dozens of boys scrambled to get out of the water, Steve got knocked in, much to the dismay of Logan and Chase.

"LOLA?!" shouted the two boys.

'Now's my chance. No one will see,' thought Chase to himself.

"Well, see ya!" yelled Chase as he ran away from the chaos and soon-to-be troubles that would come with finding out that Steve was actually Lola. As Chase ran across campus, he came upon a flight of stairs.

'Oh no.' Chase tried to jump them, but he landed on one of the steps and tripped the rest of the way down. He felt warm blood ooze out the fresh cut on his arm. Although Chase noticed the blood, he did not notice that his towel lay on the ground.

'That's what happens when I'm wounded.' Chase smiled as he remembered the day he met Zoey. He made her so happy.

'I'm such a dork,' thought Chase. He stood up, only to be knocked down again by none other than Michael.

"Michael? I thought you were in the infirmary?" questioned Chase.

Michael took a few deep breaths because he had just escaped from the infirmary. He noticed the scars on Chase's chest.

"Yea…but I wasn't sick….I'm running from…"

"AHHHGGG!" yelled the creepy man-child nurse lady as she re-knocked both Chase and Michael to the ground. She grabbed them and yanked them up onto their feet.

Looking at Michael, she yelled "You're sick." Now looking at Chase she yelled "You're wounded. Both of you are coming with me."

"Oh man," complained the two boys as they were dragged to the infirmary.

(A/N: So… what did you think? What is Chase's secret? Can you guess? Here is a hint. September is childhood cancer awareness month. Okay, that's enough of me. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Updates will be weekly probably. God bless.)