Summary: It's the gang's worst nightmare
Summary: It's the gang's worst nightmare. PCA is closed down. When they're scattered across the country in new boarding schools with unfamiliar people, what will keep them together? The answer is simple: A medium-sized, blue box with four corners.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101.
Four Corners But Only One Heart
Chapter 10
Running. Nicole Bristow, the cali, girly girly in running. Competitively. The news spread widely across Kansas City Academy's 10th grade.
They'd seen her around school all that week. And they couldn't believe it.
Quite frankly, neither could Nicole.
Her first practice, her stomach started hurting, but her coach told her that, of course she was going to feel tired, but she had to keep pushing forward. Eventually the tired factor wouldn't matter.
By practice number three, she decided that her coach was, like, a genius. Everytime she ran, she got better; it was like, slowly, her skill was appearing. It was soooo weird, but awesome.
Nicole pondered this as she wiped icky sweat off her face and stared into the girl's locker room mirror.
She'd never been an athlete before. She smiled, thinking about it. I'm an athlete. I can run.
She had on a blue T-shirt and red shorts (KCA's colors). It was almost time for her first official meet.
"Nicky, c'mon, we're a-leavin'!" one of her track friends, Emilia, shouted.
"'Kay, one sec." She lifted her smooth brown hair into a ponytail and headed outside and onto the bus with Emilia.
"So, where shall we sit?" Emilia asked with a shrug. She had lightning blonde hair with blue streaks, and bright blue eyes.
"I dunno, how 'bout – " Nicole stopped talking abruptly. And you know things were bad when Nicole stopped talking without being asked.
She couldn't even believe who she saw sitting a couple rows back…
"Lola, mail." Sarah walked in, her black hair up in a messy bun. "And it's a honker, too!"
Lola smiled widely. Yes! I got the four corners Finally! "YESSS!"
"Whoa calm down, it's just a box." Sarah laughed. Sarah wasn't Lola's roommate, that annoying girl Elise was. But she might as well have been; she was in their enough.
Everyday after school, she and Sarah, and occasionally Derek would come back to Lola's' room, and they'd chill and do homework together.
"Yo." Derek walked in, right on cue, math book in hand.
"Way too knock." Sarah rolled her eyes.
"The door was open!"
"Yeah…" Sarah stood up, walked over to the door, and tapped on it twice. "Yet it appears you can still knock on it! Go figure!"
He crossed his arms and sighed. "Fair enough."
"Can we get to homework now? Not that I'm not enthralled by your flirting." Lola smiled and watched her friends' reactions. It was just too entertaining to pass up. It's nice to be the one in the audience for a change.
"Flirting? With him?" Sara laughed. "That's a good one. You just get funnier and funnier every day, Lola."
"Yeah…" Derek agreed, hesitantly. "Actually, you know, I think I'll go do homework by myself. Later." He left, closing the door. "And if I come back, I ain't knocking!"
Lola turned to her outspoken friend and flicked her in the head. She yelped.
"Ow! What did I do?!"
"He likes you, dummy!" She raised an eyebrow.
"Him?" she pointed towards the door where Derek had just exited.
"Yeah." Lola sighed.
"That guy?" she put more emphasis on her point. "The dude with the messy hair who just left? You're talking about him?" Sarah was then thumped on the head, yet again. "Ow!"
"Of course him!" Lola argued. "Go talk to him, he's probably so hopelessly depressed right now. The Drama King."
Sarah shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe later?"
Lola dramatically threw her hands up in frustration. "You are a crazy person! You know that?"
"No, actually, my friend, that'd be you." Sarah corrected. "The only person Derek loves is himself."
"Sarah – " Someone knocked three times on their door.
"I'll get it!" Sarah offered, way too quickly. The door opened and someone handed her two pieces of paper. Then…
She screamed.
Lola screamed right back, covering her ears. "What?! What happened?!"
"We're in!" Sarah screeched, hugging her friend. "We're in, we're in, we're in, we're in!"
"In what?" Lola was officially confused.
"The Singing Show!"
Lola's mouth gaped open. Did she say we?! She definitely said we! What?!
-Insert screech of terror – Okay, so she didn't actually scream. But she felt like it.
"I didn't audition for the show!" Lola yelled. "What the…?"
"No, you didn't, but…" Sarah smiled. "I videotaped one of your songs in class and submitted it! They love you; you are sicknasty awesome, girl!"
Lola just stared in shock. "How could you do that without asking me?!"
"Well, it paid off, didn't it?!" Sarah smirked, matter-of-factly.
"I don't think I'm gonna like this…" Lola sighed. She was never good at singing. This was ridiculous. Shed' just drop out. Yeah, that's what shed' do, and then –
A hot junior guy who was walking by poked his head in. "Hey, I saw you guys on the show list! Congrats!" He continued on his way.
Lola and Sarah slowly turned to each other, smiling.
"I'm gonna like it." Lola laughed.
"So you guys are just gunna put whatever you want in the box?"
"Yeah." Logan sipped his soda, answering Dana. "It's kind of a stupid idea. What am I gonna put in there? I mean, there are so many things about me here that are awesome. Why do they make a dude choose one?!"
"You're an idiot." Dana rolled her eyes. "I think it's kind of fun. Hey, when the FC comes, can I help you put something in it?"
"Sure."
The two of them were at a restaurant on campus for their "not a date" date. They were actually having a decent time. It was nice not trying to kill each other…when they could.
Suddenly, two men dressed in black ran in. They looked a bit like spies.
"We're looking for a Dana Cruz." One of them said. Dana's eyes widened and she ducked under the table.
"Oh, she's right – mmmph. " Dana covered his mouth and dragged him under a table before he finished his sentence. The two men glanced in that direction, but then glanced away.
"We've got to get out of here!" Dana whispered quickly.
"What? Why?'
"Ssh!" Dana shushed harshly. "Look, I'll explain once the coast is clear. Let's just crawl under each table until we've reached the door. Got it?"
"But – "
"Good." She started crawling, and he followed.
"Dana, you're freaking me – "
"Sshh!"
Finally, they managed to make it out of the restaurant and ran until they reached Dana's room. She slammed the door and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Okay." Logan crossed his arms. "Start talkin', Cruz."
A/N: Yeah, I'm aware the Dana Logan part was a bit random. But you'll see, it's important.
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