hello all fellow Zoey/Chase fanatics! this is my first story of that kind, hope you all enjoy it! please read & reply, you know the drill :) NOTE: this story may be quite sad, and if you don't like it, don't read it. that's all I can say.

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101. It belongs to Nickelodeon.

"God, Zoey, will you please make up your mind?" Chase Matthews laughed at his best friend trying to decide on new Blix flavors.

Zoey Brooks groaned in frustration. "I can't pick! There are twelve new flavors this semester; how am I supposed to choose?"

Chase smiled and turned to the cashier, slapping a five dollar bill on the counter. "She'll have a medium strawberry mango."

"What?" Zoey turned to Chase and laughed. "Chase, you know I hate mangoes! And I could never drink a medium! It's too much!"

Her friend grabbed the drink off of the counter and took a long drink from it. "I know," he said, "but if you didn't order soon, the line behind us would have trampled you."

Zoey smiled and chuckled softly. "I guess so." She looked at her watch and gasped. "Chase, my dad's going to be here in fifteen minutes, and I haven't even finished packing yet! Please, help me finish?!" Zoey was going home for the weekend for her mother's surprise birthday party.

"Of course." Chase answered, nodding.

Fifteen minutes later, Chase and Zoey struggled to the campus entrance, dragging Zoey's belongings behind them.

"Why do...girls always...insist...on packing...so much?" Chase panted, trying to carry one of Zoey's suitcases, but without luck.

"Don't blame me." Zoey said angrily. "It's my mother's fault for passing the over-packing gene onto me!"

Zoey's father was wating at the front of the campus, his Mercedes sport convertible running smoothly behind him. "Hurry up, Zoey!" he shouted, "We're going to be late!"

Chase grunted and heaved the final bag into the backseat of the car. "Well, you're all set." he said. "See you on Monday."

"Thank you, so much, Chase! I really appreciate it!" She hugged him quickly, and smiled.

Chase smiled, his heart pounding. "Anytime." He turned around and spotted Michael headed for their dorm, and ran to catch up with them.

Zoey, still smiling, spun around to look at her father. Her smile melted off her face like butter when she saw the expression on his. It was full of anger, a look that Zoey had never seen before.

"You...little...slut." he said softly. "Get in the car. NOW!"

"But dad...what-" Her words were cut off by a smart slap across her face. Zoey gasped. Her father had never, never hit her before, no matter how angry he was at her.

"Car. Now." he said, climbing into the front seat.

Zoey gulped and slowly slid into the passenger seat, not daring to say another word. She had a feeling that she would not like this weekend one bit.

It would turn out that she was right.

ta-dahh! not a very good beginning, but i promise it will get better! just keep on reading and replying, and chapter two will come soon enough!

xoxo