Hey all, this is my first Zoey 101 story and I know it may seem a little extreme and kinda raunchyish and I'm sorry if it offends some people.. but I promise that if people want it less extreme in this way then I will try my best to improve on that as the story goes on.. Well here's Chapter One! Hope you like!

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Through Lola's Eyes

I took a drag of the cigarette in my hand. They weren't gonna find out about it. The best thing was, I'd always wanted to try one – the smoke just drifted pleasantly through my lips and teeth and it felt good. Even if the taste wasn't appealing, they did it in movies, didn't they? I might as well use my chance to practice when I had it.

The moment was lasting beautifully until suddenly the smoke began to spill down my windpipe – this time it wasn't nice. It tickled and I almost wretched. I had to cough, but when I did I couldn't stop. I hoped no-one was listening, but then I remembered there had been several other girls in the toilet when I first came in. Where they still here, and could they hear my uncontrollable gagging?

The answer was yes.

"Hey, are you alright in there?" a girl asked, sounding concerned, from outside my cubicle. I also heard her tapping the hard plastic on my door.

I gasped for air that wasn't filled with carbon monoxide and eventually managed to speak.

"Yeah-" I answered. My voice sounded gruff. It was obvious I'd actually managed to swallow most of the smoke instead of blowing it back out. "-just had a bit of a coughing fit!"

The girl who'd been outside my door didn't say anything else. Next I just heard the clacking of flip-flops on the plastic tiles, and then the faint sound of her uttering a sentence to somebody else. "Erm, I think your friend's kinda having problems in the last cubicle.." it sounded like that. Oh dear, some poor soul must have been suffering from constipation in cubicle six as well as my smoking problems. But if that was so, why did I hear people approaching my cubicle yet again?

"Lola? Is that you in there?" a familiar voice spoke. "Are you okay?"

"Zoey, is that you..?" I responded, using my knowledge of who it sounded like. My voice sounded less gravelly now and the smoke felt like it'd cleared from my lungs.

"Yeah, are you alright? A girl just said you were having problems." She responded to my response.

"No, I'm fine!" I said, standing up and trying to sound cheery and well, then I realized I still had half of a burning cigarette inbetween my fingers. "Oh, crap!"

"What? What's crap Lola?" said another voice. Oh geez, Quinn was outside my cubicle too! And then there was somebody else.

"Lola? Are you sure everything's okay--"

Damnit, Nicole too! I had to get rid of this cig somehow and come out so that they didn't get any more suspicious as to what I'd been up to. There was a bin to dispose of stuff right next to my toilet – but I couldn't possibly put the rest of the cigarette in there in case bits of paper inside caught fire. There was also a window next to my cubicle, but it was too far to reach up and everyone would be able to see above the cubicle and see what was being held in my hand. I couldn't stamp it onto the floortiles, either, as that would make a mess and everyone would know it was me, and I couldn't wait another minute or so for the rest to burn out completely – there was only one choice.

As quickly as I could I scrabbled to my knees, slowly lifted the toilet seat up (which I'd been sitting on earlier) and slowly began to move my hand down into the bowl, my half-cigarette still in tow. I got it as close to the water as I could, and so as not to make a noticeable hissing sound as I dropped it, I eased it into the water as carefully as I could so that it was dropped with no impact whatsoever. There was a tiny 'tsss' and while I was still bent over the toilet I found the handle and flushed it down. All of a sudden there seemed to be a rather big commotion behind me. It sounded like Zoey, Quinn and Nicole were all discussing something.

"Okay, Lola, what exactly is going on--"

I felt the cubicle door go into my back and suddenly there was a load of gasping. The gasping of three people. I turned my head and stared at their gawping faces. I had no fag, so what were they all fussed about?

"Lola.." Nicole began, her expression one of complete shock.

"Are you.." Zoey continued, same expression.

"-Making yourself sick?!" Quinn ended the sentence. (Same expression, by the way)

And that's when I realized I was still sitting in the same position, crouching over the toilet.

God damn it.