Zoey rarely was furious. She had learned that anger never solved anything. But this time, she just couldn't keep it together anymore. She was racing down the hallways, not even looking where she was going, fists clutched together like she was holding back an impulse to punch a wall down. How could he even...? This wasn't him anymore. This wasn't the person she knew a few weeks ago. She suddenly decided she needed to get some air, and abruptly changed direction to get out, knocking into someone by doing so. Her mouth mumbled half an excuse as she got up, still so angry that she wasn't able to concentrate on who she knocked into. She turned around to leave, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Zoey, you okay?" Michael said.

"Oh Michael, I didn't notice you"

"You... just knocked into me"

"Oh, that was you? Sorry again" She said. This conversation was making her nervous. She just needed to get out...

"You seem like you could need some talking" Oh man.

"Could we just do this outside? I urgently need some fresh air" Michael looked at her weirdly. He then seemed to notice the pain she was in so he nodded and lead the way.

Michael POV

"Where do you want to go? The fountain?"

"Oh no" She spat out. I had never seen Zoey in such a state. What was going on?

Just as he was thinking of all the things that could have happened that could make her so upset, she sat down on a rock beneath the pond. I silently sat down beside her, and waited for her to say something.

"Where's Chase, Michael?" she then asked.

"ehm... I guess up in our room or something?"

"No, you're wrong" Huh? She turned and looked me in the eye.

"The person I just talked to, in your room, surely wasn't Chase. They look the same, but it's not him"

"I know what you're talking about" I said. They probably had fought. And knowing my "new" roommate, he must had hurt her like noone ever could.

"What happened?"

"I tried to fix things up with him. Don't know if you noticed, but we haven't been spending much time together lately..." I nodded.

"And I don't know what happened. I really don't know. Only thing that is clear now, is that me and Chase will never, ever, make things right again" I was going to kill him. Literally. Kill him. One thing was if he treated me like crap, another when he started to treat one of my greatest friends like that. Especially if it was a girl.

"What happened, that made him change?" She continued.

"I don't know, but if it makes you feel better, I don't like him either"

We stayed silent for a bit. It was weird, that Zoey asked me what was happening to Chase, because I honestly thought it had something to do with her. Maybe it did, she just didn't realize?

"Are you sure nothing happened between you and him, that would make him angry or something?" I asked. She looked up, and sighed.

"This stays between us, doesn't it Michael?"

"Of course" I nodded.

"Something happened. I'm not going to tell you what it is, but I assure you, it wasn't bad. And then, the day after, Chase is some self-centered asshole" What could it be? One got accepted to a great college, and the other didn't? Something romantic? Something about money?

I looked back up at her and she was grinning at me. "What?"

"You look funny, so concentrated on trying to find out what happened"

"Ha ha. At least it cheered you up" She smiled slightly, while standing up. I hadn't noticed time was passing by so quickly, but it was already sunset.

"Well, I guess I should go back to my dorm, we still have a lot of exams to study for" she said. I nodded, and got up as well. She waved her hand and walked away. Man, this situation was crap.

Zoey POV

My dorm room was completely empty, as I got back from the talk with Michael. Lola and Quinn had probably gone out on a double date or something. I was hungry, so I opened our minibar to see if there was something to eat. Well, I had a choice between crackers or grapes. Obviously, I chose grapes, and decided on studying English while I ate. Bad decision. I just couldn't concentrate, so I pulled my laptop out from under my bed and started watching a movie.

I probably fell asleep during the movie, because when I woke up I literally had slept with my face on the keyboard. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror, my face looking like I had just burned myself to the flesh. It was kinda funny. And there I went, with an attack of hysterical laughter that made me crash to the ground clutching my stomach tightly. Man, I was really riding an emotional rollercoaster lately...

An hour later I was studying in the common room, as Lola and Quinn approached me almost shyily and sat down beside me. I looked up at them as they didn't say a word, and my action triggered a sudden burst of "We're so sorry" and "we didn't mean to make you angry" and "we went too far"s, accompanied by two puppy faces that I knew they only pulled out when asking for forgiveness.

The only thing I could do was smile, and tell them it was okay. I couldn't afford to lose them as friends as well, and who knows, maybe one day I'll tell them what happened, and they will understand why I was so distant.

"So, you guys ready for the Media exam?" Quinn asked. Crap. I hadn't paid much attention at media lately, and my grades were dropping slightly.

"Actually, I might need some help with that" I confessed.


A month later, exams were over. I sighed contently and closed my eyes to the bright sun, as I got out from my last exam, enjoying the heat on my face and the feeling of relief as I had no studying to look forward to. Still, a thought made my happiness tremble a bit: I would be going home in 2 days. For good. No more PCA, no more gang, and a new challenge to face: college. It was the end of a part of my life, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. I joined the rest of the gang (except for Chase, obviously) at the basketball court and we spent the rest of the day shooting hoops and playing horse. Even Lola joined, even though she wasn't a very sporty person. But this was ou last chance to spend some time together, and we sure didn't want to mess it up.

The day of graduation, my mom and dad arrived to see the ceremony. I hadn't told them about me and Chase fighting, and thankfully they didn't question the cold glares we gave each other when we met around campus. Soon enough, the day was over, and I was being called up to the stage to get my diploma. I remember smiling, my dad filming proudly from the audience and mom and Dustin clapping hands furiously. Suddenly it drowned on me: PCA was officially over.

I got down from the stage and ran behind the scenes to hug Lola and Quinn tightly, as I felt my stomach turn in a funny way and I had to run to the bathroom. Lola and Quinn followed me, and stood guard at the stall door as i puked up everything I had eaten in days. Great finale, I would say.


Ok guys, here's chapter 7.

There's a TWIST coming! Can't you feel it?

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