A/N: I'm soooo sorry for the long wait. Normally I would never make my readers wait this long for a chapter, but if you read my other Zoey 101 story, then you know why, and for those of you who haven't read 'Through the Rain', my computer crashed and all my entire hard drive was erased, including my stories and everything. I hope now that the computer is in working order because of some very dedicated computer people down the road about 10 minutes from me, I'll be able to send some chapter's you guys' way for being so patient.
Zoey's POV
It had been exactly tow months since Logan died. His funeral was beautiful, white roses everywhere, a dark maple casket, and apparently, upon Logan's repeated request when he was younger, everyone was wearing vibrant colors. When his father spoke, it made the tears that had been flowing for days seem to come harder, faster, sadder
I kept thinking about the last time I saw Logan alive. We were at the lunch table. Chase and I had been tossing grapes into each other's mouths and kissing. Everything had seemed so trivial and simple in that moment. Everything seemed perfect, but little did we know that our lives would soon take a drastic turn for the worse.
I was lying on my bed, and Lola and Quinn were sitting in the beanbag chairs. We had all been this way since he died. Sitting there, thinking all the time. It was a depressing thing to do, but all the life was sucked out of everything. I also still hadn't told Lola or Quinn that Chase and I had slept together the day Logan died. It seemed like it would disgrace him or something. It felt like we cared so little about his death, that we were able to sleep together.
I sat up, preparing to leave to head to Sushi Rox to meet Chase for dinner, when suddenly, a sick feeling washed over me and I ran to the bathroom. I knelt beside the toilet and I threw up. I felt sweaty and shaky. I had been feeling like this for almost a month and a half. I would sit up and randomly feel like I had to vomit. Lola and Quinn came to the doorway and leaned against the frame. No one supported themselves anymore either, we were always leaning against something, we still needed something to help us get through the day.
"You okay Zoe?" Lola walked into the bathroom and sat beside me. She pushed a lock of hair from my eyes and handed me some toilet paper so I could wipe the taste from my mouth.
"Yeah, you've been like this for a while now. Maybe you should see the nurse or something?" Quinn suggested. Quinn hadn't made anything since Logan had died much to our surprise. I had expected her to add a room onto ours and turn it into a lab, and hole up in there until the sunshine really felt warm again.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been pretty achy and sore, I've been throwing up at random times for no reason at all and…" I trailed off. It was dawning on me. I had slept with Chase two months ago, and I don't remember having gotten my period since then. I hadn't even really noticed that the box of products I had hadn't really diminished. I had thought that maybe stress was doing it, because I'd read that it could happen.
Lola and Quinn were looking expectantly at me. My bottom jaw was hanging open and I my eyes were wide. I ran from the bathroom and grabbed a Blix from the fridge and took a sip from it. They followed me out and gave me quizzical stares, but I still didn't say anything to them. I quickly grabbed my backpack and rushed out of the door.
I had to talk to Chase. I couldn't say anything to anyone without talking to him first. I raced across campus, dodging girls and guys and kids on Jet-Xs. I was a girl on a mission. I arrived at Sushi Rox in record time. Chase was sitting at our usual table, and I rushed over to him, taking the seat across the table. I was breathing heavily and Chase looked at me like I was crazy.
"Is something wrong Zoey?" he had the most innocent look in his eyes, and I almost decided I wasn't going to tell him, but then he reached across the table and cupped my cheek in his hands and I knew that wasn't an option.
"Chase." I started. I wasn't sure how to phrase this particular sentence. I didn't think I would have to do it for years. He looked at me and smiled. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what might come after this. "Chase, I think I might be…." I stopped again.
"What is it Zoe? You know you can tell me anything, right?" he assured me. I smiled and nodded. I just had to spit it out. There was no avoiding it.
"Chase, I think I might- I think I might be pregnant!" I blurted, too loud for comfort. Chase looked at me like I had just spoken a foreign language, and in a way, it felt like I did. I was speaking adult, a language that neither of us were very well acquainted with yet.
Chase's POV
We walked up and down the isles of the pharmacy, searching for the right one. If anything could shock our small circle of friends back to life, it would be a baby, but the question was, were we ready to have it if there even was one?
"Are you sure you missed it." I asked her again. This had to be the 30th time, but who could blame me? I was scared. I was only 18 years old. Even if she was pregnant though, I wouldn't leave her. It would just be another obstacle to overcome, just like the Dana thing had been, but then I got a sick feeling in my stomach when I realized that this was something that was for the rest of your life, it wasn't something stupid like your friend kissing your boyfriend behind your back. You got over things like that, but a baby… That was a whole different ball park.
Zoey eyed me warily and nodded again. She suddenly stopped and I bumped into the back of her and she jolted forward a little before bouncing back to her spot. She let her hand wiggle at her side and I looked at what she was looking at. There they were.
The pregnancy tests. The cardboard boxes shimmered in the fluorescent light, and they all had pictures of women holding babies, or a positive, or the digital ones that said is big bold letters, PREGNANT!
Zoey grabbed three of the boxes and went to the front to pay. She tugged out her wallet after the cashier, a girl no older than Zoey and I, rang up the tests. I gently put a hand on her wrist and she looked at me. She looked like she was about to cry. I reached into my back pocket and pulled the money out and handed it to the cashier. When we walked out, the boxes bumping together in the barely there plastic bag, Zoey didn't talk. I figured I should follow her lead.
It had been a while. They had to be done by now, they had to. We had been sitting on the lip of the bathtub waiting for what seemed like hours, but the egg timer told us it had only been 5 minutes. Suddenly, the timer rang and I jumped up and practically ran to the counter, but I didn't touch them. I figured I'd leave that to her.
She slowly walked up and reached for one, but before she grabbed on of the small plastic sticks in her hand, I kissed her. She slowly kissed back and I held her waist tightly. I pulled away and looked her right in her brown eyes.
"No matter what these things say, I'll always be there for you. Always." She smiled at me, and she seemed to relax. I smiled back and she took one of the tests from the counter. I held my breath as she flipped it over and she started at it for a minute for looking at me.
"Positive." She mumbled.
"It could be one of those false positives the instructions talked about." I suggested.
She took another and looked at me again. She didn't have to tell me what it said. I already knew just by the look in her eyes. She reached for the last one but stopped, her hand hovering over the shiny plastic. She seemed to be contemplating on whether or not she wanted to seal her fate, but after a minute she reached down and grabbed it and quickly flipped it over. Suddenly a wave of tears washed over her face and she fell to the floor.
I knelt down beside her and I put my hands on her shoulders. I put my finger under her chin and I made her look at me. That look, it was still there. These weren't tears of relief, or of hope, they were tears of defeat. But I wouldn't believe it.
"What does it say?" I pushed and she looked down again before looking back up at me and whispering softly. "Goddamnit."
