EXTREME short chapter.
The next chapter, which will be much longer, is coming soon. Very soon.
Enjoy?
Chase tapped his pen on his desk nervously. The bell had already rung and Zoey was not in class. But soon enough she showed up. A weight was lifted from his shoulders. "Miss Brooks, you're late," said Mr. Robertson, "Take a seat."
Zoey apologized and sat at the desk diagonally behind Chase. As Mr. Robertson returned to the lesson Chase buried his head in his arms and looked back at Zoey and mouthed there words, 'Were you ok last night?' Zoey nodded.
'Why were you late?' he mouthed again.
"Breakfast," Zoey whispered.
After class, Zoey avoided Chase. She had no desire to talk to him right now.
Chase understood why, but was miserable about it.
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That night Chase took a walk around PCA. He didn't bother checking to see if Zoey was at her room or not. He wondered if she got any sleep at night. He had so many questions for her, and so much hatred towards Brad.
He walked through the courtyard of PCA. He noticed that the fountain wasn't working. "Hmm, they must be cleaning-"
THWACK!
