Saving Zoey

Chapter One:

Help!

"Help! Someone!"

This cry was so frantic that Chase turned. The voice was familiar to him. Lola's. Her call was fearful. Chase ran towards her voice and

saw her standing in the doorway to one of the school's buildings.

"Chase!" she called. Chase ran to her.

"What's wrong, Lola?" he asked calmly, steadying her with his hands. Lola was shivering and shaking like crazy.

"Zoey. She's lying in the lounge. She's not conscious," Lola told him. After that, Chase lost his calm manner. He burst through the doors

of the lounge. He saw her, the girl he had loved since eighth grade, lying unconscious on the ground. There was a deep gash on her

forehead, dripping blood down her face. He let out a choked sob, wanting to just break down and cry but he couldn't. He had to get

Zoey to a hospital. Chase gathered up Zoey's fragile body in his arms as carefully as possible. She lay limp in his arms, unmoving. Chase

heard a muffled cry from Lola, who was still standing in the doorway.

"Go ask Logan for the keys to his car," he ordered her. Lola didn't hesitate, she just ran. Chase started to carry Zoey to Logan's car.

Within moments of when he got there, Lola showed up, carrying Logan's keys. Without a moment's hesitation, Lola got into the driver's

seat. Chase got into the back, laying Zoey across the backseat, with her head in his lap. He brushed a strand of her hair from her face

and whispered:

"It's gonna be okay."

A/N: This was completely spur-of-the-moment. I'll be sure to update soon.