Summary: Chase is a writer, right? So naturally he had to write about all the interesting happenings from over the summer and during the early days of sophomore year. But what would happen if these writings were to fall into the wrong hands? CZ. SET DURING SEASON THREE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101.
Written From The Heart:
Chapter 11
I stood outside room 101 and knocked, suddenly feeling panicky. What if she hated me? What if she won't listen? Oh, god. What am I going to even say? I didn't even plan anything and –
Lola answered the door. "Oh, would you look who it is." She said coldly.
"Uh…nice to see you, too?" I added quietly, but I wasn't stupid. I knew she was mad, too. I needed to fix this. And soon.
"Zoey doesn't want to talk to you." She said, annoyed. "And she's not the only one. Although I'm sure you don't want to talk to me anyway…"
"What do you mean?" I asked slowly. She sighed, and held up a page of my article. I hated that article so much right now.
Honestly, I kind of knew that lunch would be kind of awkward, considering everything that just happened. And guess what? I was right. Hey, that doesn't happen very often, now does it?
I tried to break the ice by telling them about who were thinking of using mine and Michael's cartoon, but it honestly didn't help much.
Lola probably thought that I didn't notice her gagging noises. But I did, despite Zoey's nudge in the arm. Lola can be so nervy sometimes; it really gets on my nerves. Sometime I wish she'd save the drama for the stage.
My mouth dropped open. What?
"I didn't write that!" I pleaded to her. "I didn't write any of it! Well, I wrote some parts but…no, I – " She gestured towards the "By Chase Matthews."
"I don't know any other Chase Matthews'." She said angrily, but also looked really upset.
"Please, let me speak to Zoey!" I begged her. "Please?'
"Why, to tell her that hate fills your stomach at the mention of her name? Or that she's a loser friend to you?" she yelled. "Sorry, she's already read your article." She was about to close the door.
"Let him in!" someone from the room yelled, quite resembling Quinn's voice.
"Quinn, are you cr – "
"Let him in!" she repeated.
"Okay, okay…" Lola sighed, opening the door. I mentally thanked Quinn, and I saw Zoey sitting on her bed typing on her laptop. Her expression was unreadable. I walked two feet to the foot of her bed, but it felt like a million miles.
"Uh, Zoe, can I talk to you?" I asked carefully. She didn't say anything. She didn't look up. She didn't even acknowledge my presence. She just kept typing away. Her silence was totured. "Zoe? Come on, please let me explain. I'm sorry, that wasn't what I wrote!"
She got up from her bed, and shoved by me as she walked out of the dorm with a slam of the door.
"Nice job, doofus." Lola said sarcastically.
"Lola," Quinn said suddenly, staring concentrated at her laptop. "I believe Chase is telling the truth."
"You do?" Lola and I questioned at the same time. Quinn nodded, still concentrated on the screen.
"Yes," she answered.
"How? Why?" I asked, really confused. Not because she was right; because she was on my side.
"Do you remember when we all vowed to find out what Rebecca was up to?" she asked us.
"I do have a recollection of that," I nodded. But what did that have to do with Zoey?
"Why?" Lola wondered.
"You know that bird that flew into our room?" We both nodded. "Well, I captured it, implanted a micro camera, and let it loose in the halls of the computer room. Check out what was recorded."
We both approached her laptop. I, for one, was at loss of words. Who knew Quinn could have our backs like this?
On the screen was a meeting of Our Talented Stingrays. Quinn fast-forwarded a bit.
"She's so gonna pay." Rebecca said, grinned evilly. "And her little poodle-head, too." She glanced around the room. "I've got to stop talking to myself. You're right. I know. Yeah." She smiled to herself and headed out the door. The camera view flew above her head and then turned to face her again, apparently almost smacking her in the head. She gasped in fear. "Stupid bird…" It landed on the window sill at the corner of the room.
Then, the psychotic brunette continued out the door.
"So she was planning something." Lola pointed out. "I guess our stakeout didn't work. Michael, what an idiot…"
"Oh yeah," Quinn agreed. "Now watch this." She fast-forwarded more until she reached her destination.
The camera flew into an UNSEND button on a computer, then the view turned to reveal the Written From The Heart File appearing.
Chase quietly entered the computer lab. He approached the computer in which the bird was on and it tweeted loudly. He was so startled that he fell backwards.
"Okay, little birdy…" He said, stepping slowly towards it. "I'm just gonna get by to the computer and – " The bird flew off the keyboard and swooped towards him. He screamed and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him as the bird hit the window.
"That was your psycho bird?" I asked angrily. "I almost got killed!"
"Don't be such a baby," Quinn shot back. "So, what we know so far; Rebecca was planning something, Chase's story was unsent, and the computer was left on."
"Right," Lola nodded.
Quinn fast-forwarded a bit more until we saw Rebecca enter the lab.
Rebecca trudged into the computer lab, her fashion photos in hand. "Okay, now where's that stupid scanner…?" She looked around the room until she turned towards the computer in which the bird was on. "Hmm…what's this?"
She walked over curiously to the computer, shooing away the bird, which she strangely ignored. The camera view switched to a birds-eye view (A/N: Haha) She read the title. "Written From The Heart by…" An evil grin appeared on her face. "Chase Matthews."
Her eyes scanned over the document.
She smiled evilly. "Everything changed, huh?" She typed a few words out onto the computer, which the bird flew in to see:
Until I met Rebecca, and everything changed for the better
"This is brilliant," she told herself. "I can just flip around all the stuff that Bushy Haired Demon said. Then, Zoey will get so hurt and mad, Chase will have no clue, and they'll bith get what they deserve…"
"See?" Quinn told us. "Chase is telling the truth. Rebecca added all that stuff!"
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Chase!" Lola apologized sincerely.
"It's cool," I assured. "So, any suggestions?"
"Yeah," Lola began. "Cut your hair to look like Cole Sprouse's!"
"I meant about Zoey!" I exclaimed.
"Oh," Lola said. "Umm…you need to get her to listen to you."
"But how?" I asked them. "How?"
"Please, am I the only one that can come up with brilliant plans?" Quinn joked. "Here's the plan…"
A/N: I hope that's long enough. There's only a few more chapters left! WOW, right? Anyways, what did you think? What's Quinn's plan? You'll have to review to find out;)
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