A/N: Okay, I know I have another story that isn't finished yet, but I got this idea and just started writing it and I almost have this whole story finished now! Anyway, please read and review because I really wanna know what you think! Please be nice though, no flames! :)
Pairings in this story: Quinn/Logan, Chase/Zoey, Lola and Michael are just friends in this story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101. It would be cool if I did though!
Everyone knows what the best part of the school year is: summer break. This summer break was going to be great for the group of friends that consisted of Zoey Brooks, Chase Matthews, Logan Reese, Quinn Pensky, Lola Martinez, and Michael Barret. They were all going to spend their summer at Logan's million-dollar mansion, living it up rich style. The group of friends was ready to go as a nice black limo picked them up to take them there, excitement filling the atmosphere as they drew nearer the huge mansion.
When they finally arrived at their destination, a tall man in a suit opened the limo door, and another man, also in a suit, came up to them.
"Chauncey, what's up man?" Logan greeted him.
"Nothing, Mr. Logan," he answered in his British accent, "Thank you for asking. I shall show you and your friends to your rooms." They followed Chauncey as he escorted them to their rooms; everyone got their own since the house was so big. After they were all unpacked and settled in their rooms, they headed downstairs for dinner. Logan and Chase were the first ones there, watching the news while they ate.
"In other news," the anchorwoman announced, "the serial killer known as 'Random Man' has added another victim to his list. For those who aren't familiar with the story, the man is called 'Random Man' because he kills all of his victims in different ways. So far he has 19 victims, most of them under the age of twenty. He has yet to be caught, and if you have any tips or information please call the number on the bottom of your screen…"
"Chase turn that off, I don't want to hear about the teenager killer," Logan instructed. Chase changed it to a cartoon.
"Man what is up with the world today? Killers on the loose, global warming, what's next?" Chase joked. Michael and the girls walked in, Quinn sitting by Logan and Zoey sitting by Chase. They enjoyed their delicious dinner, made by a gourmet chef, and then they headed out to the basketball court outside to play some three-on-three. After an intense game (an intense game that Michael, Quinn, and Logan won, by the way), the group went their separate ways. Quinn and Logan spent the rest of their night making out by the pool, Zoey and Chase watched a movie, and Michael and Lola continued eating, pigging out on junk food mostly.
The next day, the girls went to the pool to work on their tans while the guys went to the workout room to, as Logan said it, "Reload the guns." Out by the pool, the girls were having a serious conversation. Okay, maybe it wasn't that serious, but it was a very big deal to them.
"I still don't understand how you can tell if a guy is a good kisser by the way he eats an apple," Zoey said.
"I'm telling you, it works!" responded Lola.
"Yeah, it's true. I mean, have you seen Logan eat an apple? He's living proof that it really works," Quinn defended her.
"Okay, but I still don't see…" Zoey started, but Lola was tired of this subject.
"Just trust me! So, since you can't tell from the apple thing, I guess you have to figure it out by experience. Is Chase a good kisser?" Lola questioned.
"I'm not talking about this anymore," Zoey laughed. Lola was about to protest, but just then her phone beeped, indicating that she had a text message. She read it, and then quickly ran off, mumbling that she had gotten enough sun for one day. Quinn and Zoey just looked at each other, confused, and then went back to their tanning peacefully.
Meanwhile, in the workout room, the boys had done more goofing off than working out. Logan and Michael had gotten into a dance contest after an upbeat song came on the stereo they were listening to and Chase was the judge, since he didn't have nearly as many dancing skills as his best friends. Michael had beat Logan on the first two songs, but Logan took the prize for the last three, and was about to claim his fourth victory when he got a text message:
From: Unknown Number
Hello Logan. I see you.
Logan was a little freaked out by this message, who could it be? He replied to the message:
From: Logan
Who is this? This better not be Chase or Michael or I'm gonna kick your butt!
He looked up at Chase and Michael after he sent the message and neither of them had their phones out so he knew it wasn't them. He got another message:
From: Unknown Number
This is not Chase or Michael. I need you to do something for me, Logan.
Logan was started to get creeped out, he had heard all about those freaky stalker people who end up murdering whoever they were obsessed with, and he did not want to become one of their victims.
From: Logan
Oh, and what is that? And who am I even talking to?
He anxiously waited for the response.
From: Unknown Number
You'll find out who I am soon enough. For now, I need you to check your email.
Logan had no idea why this person wanted him to do that, he had checked his email right before they came to workout, and they had only been gone for twenty minutes.
From: Logan
Why? Oh crap, did you get my email address too? Are you just going to start bugging me all the time?
It was getting more and more nerve-wracking every time he waited for a response.
From: Unknown Number
Just check your email. We'll chat again soon. Goodbye Logan.
He winced as he read the message, dreading the thought of talking with this freaky person again.
"I gotta go, I'll talk to you guys later," Logan told Chase and Michael as he grabbed his bottle of Blix and headed off to his room. As Logan sat down at his computer and clicked on his inbox, he wasn't surprised to find that he had a new email. He clicked on it to read it, but when he did, a picture came up. He squinted a little, trying to figure out what the picture was and why in the world this person was sending it to him, when he realized it was Lola. She was in the hot tub in a room right downstairs, but she was underwater. Logan could tell she was unconscious, if not worse. The note at the bottom of the picture confirmed it:
Hello Logan. I see you can listen to directions. Here is a picture of your friend, Miss Lola Martinez. Looks like she stayed in the hot tub a little too long. I know what you are thinking and yes, she is dead. Don't even think about telling any of your friends about this or our little conversations, or you will be next. I'm sure you can think of an excuse as to why Little Miss Lola isn't around anymore. I'll be in touch with you soon.
Logan just gawked at the picture with his jaw dropped. He didn't know what to do; Lola had been drowned by a killer in his own house! His first instinct, of course, was to run and tell his friends what had just happened, but he remembered what the message said and decided against it.
Instead of telling the rest of the group, Logan ran down to the room that he knew Lola had been drowned in. He ran straight over to the hot tub and looked into the water but it was the strangest thing, Lola's body wasn't there. Maybe this is just some sick joke the guys were playing on me, he thought. He ran up to what was Lola's room, calling her name as he went through the hallway. When he got in her room, she wasn't there, either. Her bed was made flawlessly and all of her stuff was laid out perfectly how she had it.
Logan could not wrap his mind around the concept of this: Lola was gone. What was he going to tell Vince, her friends, and her parents? He was still in shock. In fact, his disbelief was so great that he searched every room of the entire mansion for her. He was about to check the last remaining room when he got a text message:
From: Unknown Number
You're not going to find her, Logan. You might as well give up, she is gone.
Logan's eyes grew wide. How did this person know he was looking for her? He looked around, and there was no one in sight. He was starting to get very scared.
From: Logan
Where is she? Why did you kill her? What did she do to you?
The reply came almost instantly.
From: Unknown Number
Oh, SHE didn't do anything to me. YOU did.
He started breathing quicker, still looking around to see if someone else was in the hallway with him.
From: Logan
What did I do to you? I don't even know who you are!
This was just getting scary. Logan walked over to the home phone to call the police, but when he hit the talk button, the line was dead. He knew he still had his cell phone but he didn't want to be on the phone with the police and miss a message from this person in case it was something else that was threatening. His phone beeped again and he looked down to read the message.
From: Unknown Number
Nice try, Logan. All of the phone lines are dead. Also, yours and your friends' cell phones are rigged so that they won't make phone calls, so don't bother with those, either. I wouldn't try running away because the gates to this mansion are locked and there is no possible way to leave. Don't forget: keep quiet about this to your friends or you will be next.
Logan made one last attempt to figure out who this mysterious person was.
From: Logan
Who are you and why are you doing this? And you never answered me earlier, what did I ever do to you?
It was getting to be a sickening game that this person was playing with Logan.
From: Unknown Number
Oh, Logan. Such a big boy but such a small brain. Think hard and maybe you will remember me and all of the injustices you have caused for me. Until then, I have to go; I have a young lady by the name of Quinn that I need to have a little chat with.
Logan widened his eyes and screamed, "NO!" at the phone, but it was really no use.
From: Logan
You stay away from Quinn you psycho! If you even touch her I will kill you!
He typed that message with such rage and frustration that he almost broke the phone keys.
From: Unknown Number
Now, now, Logan, I don't think you are in any position to be bossing me around. After all, it's me who can see and hear everything you do and say, not the other way around. You better start treating me with more respect. I'm sure we will speak again soon.
A/N: Okay, so there was Chapter 1! Please review and no flames, please! :) I don't want to give anything away but if you're worried about Quinn, don't be. There are some surprises in this fic, so don't be upset if you don't like one part because it could change instantly! LOL I'm gonna stop talking now, please review! :)