(A/N: Thank you guys for all the reviews! )
She knew this was wrong. But Zoey deserves it. She knew I liked Josh and she went and started flirting with him anyways. Emma noticed Zoey coming into the store from the corner of her eye. She didn't want to make Zoey mad at her. That wouldn't do anything. She wanted Zoey to be hurt.
Loud enough so she knew Zoey could hear, Emma pushed Chase off of her and yelled, "Chase, what are you doing?! You have a girlfriend!" Yea, Lola wasn't the only actress in the world.
Chase began to stutter, his mind racing. "W-wha...I-I..." He turned his head slightly to see a teary-eyed Zoey.
"Yea, Chase. What are you doing?" Chase choked out a few words, still in shock.
"Zoey, I-..I didn't--..."
"You were never good at lying, Chase." Zoey cut him off, her voice cracking.
Chase stood there, confused as ever, watching Zoey run out of the store in tears, Emma following the her, shooting Chase a death glare on her way out. Nicole trailed behind the two girls confusedly, unaware of what had just happened, having just come out of the change room.
Why was she saying he kissed her? And on top of that, after SHE kissed HIM, why did she pretend to be mad at him? None of this was making any sense.
"Zoey!" Emma ran after the bawling girl into the bathroom. "I didn't kiss him! I swear I didn't! I wouldn't do that to you!" (A/N: Yea right, you wouldn't. haha..it's fun to write my characters evil...) Zoey sat down, her back leaning up against the wall. Her tears slowly ceased.
"I know, Em. But I don't understand why Chase would do that. I thought he loved me..." She trailed off, tears brimming in her eyes again.
"He di-I mean, he DOES, Zoe. Are you sure it was Chase? Maybe it was just some other bushy haired kid that LOOKED like Chase." Nicole encouraged Zoey (Or attempted to do so). The teen just shook her head, silent tears running down her face.
"I'll be a while. You guys go home without me." Zoey muttered, running her blue sleeve accross her face, wiping away her tears.
"How are you going to get home?" Emma inquired, in a sickly sweet voice.
"I'll find a way." The crying girl mumbled as she got up and walked out of the bathroom. The two sisters watched Zoey walk out, and seconds later, followed after her. But as if by magic when they exited the restroom, Zoey was nowhere to be seen.
When Zoey left the bathroom, she slipped into the nearest store, knowing her two friends would glance down the hallways, but not think that she would be in a store. She needed some time alone. She peeked out from behind the wall and watched as the girls looked left and right for Zoey and realizing she wasn't there, began to walk away.
"Chase!" Nicole screeched as she stormed into the shop, not caring about the looks she recieved. "What did you DO?" She yelled to the confused boy.
"I don't know!" He held his hands up in defense. "I didn't do anything!...Wait, where is she?" Emma cut in,
"She left. She's really upset."
"You," Chase pointed a finger at her accusingly. "This is all your fault." Then he grabbed Emma by her wrist and dragged her to just outside of the shop, while gestering to Nicole to stay behind. He quieted his voice down to a whisper.
"Look, I don't know what you're trying to do, but it has to stop now," Chase said, pointing his finger to the ground. "Before Zoey gets hurt...Well, before she gets hurt more."
"What are you talking about?" Emma argued back angrily, pretending like she really had no idea. "I haven't done anything...or anything she doesn't deserve." She mumbled the last fragment.
"OH MY GOD!" Nicole came rushing out of American Eagle, looking panicked. "We were supposed to be home half an hour ago!" Emma's eyes practiacally bulged out of her head. The three teens began to run towards the nearest exit.
Zoey headed down the sidewalk, her staring at the ground as she walked, her arms crossed across her chest, protecting her from the light summer wind. She had no idea where she was headed. She just needed some time to think. Behind her, she began to hear voices. They got louder as each second passed. Pretty soon, the brunette boy she had met in the mall was walking right beside her. He noticed her and turned over to his right to greet her with a simple 'hey', but upon seeing Zoey's tear stained face, he stopped.
"Zoey? What's wrong?"
"Dude, come on! Party starts in like fifteen!"
"Yea, I know. You guys go ahead," He waved his hand, gesturing for them to leave. "I think I'm gonna pass. There'll be other parties." The three guys accompanying Josh shrugged their shoulders and continued down the street.
"What's wrong?" Josh repeated, turning back towards her.
"Nothing...I'm fine! Couldn't be better!" Zoey told him in her happiest voice, forcing out the biggest smile. She knew the situation would not end up any better if he was involved. He just looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "I said I'm fine." She repeated, only this time, mumbling.
"You sound fine. Really, what's wrong?" She shook her head, letting him know she didn't want to talk about it. He continued, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be crying," She smiled a bit and looked up at him, as if thanking him for the comment. "There we go, a smile," Josh flashed his thousand watt smile back at her. "Oh, you cold?" He asked her, noticing how she had her arms wrapped around her body. Without even waiting for an answer, he unzipped his Billabong hoodie and placed it on Zoey's shoulders. They walked for a while in silence.
"Hey, do you have a phone I could use?" Zoey asked. "I think I'm going to call a cab...It's a long walk back, and..." Josh held his hand up.
"Say no more. It's in the jacket pocket." He pointed to his jacket Zoey was wearing. She smiled in thanks again as she flipped the phone open and began to dial, but stopped and turned to Josh.
"Err...Do you know the cab company's number?" She asked, sheepishly. He laughed.
"Yes, I do." Taking the phone from her hand, he started to dial. While he was doing this Zoey couldn't help but think one thing...
Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought he was...
(A/N: Haha wow. The motives my characters have for being evil aren't very strong...But anyways, besides that, what did you think?
Sorry this took so long to get up. I still actually don't know how I'm gonna do this, and it's sorta making me lose interest in this story...I have half a mind to just stop writing it, and maybe come back to it when I get really bored or something:P But nah, I won't do that...Unless you don't mind...:P nah, I'm j/k... if I don't finish, it, I'll get this guilty feeling. I'm always telling my cousin to finish what she starts...like we'll start a game of monopoly cuz she REALLY wants to play, and the board game is buried in the back of the cupboard behind like dozens of other games. We'll haul it out, play it for about half an hour, she's losing so she goes 'I don't wanna play anymore -throws money down and stomps off-' haha that's not the only scenario. There are PLENTY more. Trust me.
Okay, things to tell you:
Next chapter will have Drew in it...
For those of you who read High School Musical stories, I have a one-shot out, co-written with ImpactRed520, it's Ryan-Centric, but give it a chance;) (it's posted on my account, it's called 'Dreaming') We (ImpactRed520 and me) also have a Christmas one-shot out, called 'Under the Mistletoe' (On ImpactRed520's account, for some reason, it doesn't show up when you search 'Under the Mistletoe,' so you have to type in 'ImpactRed520' and go see it in his profile...sorry about that)...
okay, there was one last thing...err...wait...almost got it...RIGHT. I remember now. Oh. Wait. Lost it again... oh yea!
Review!...there we go:P haha and thanks for reading through that incredibly long author's note.
