A/N: I'd say sorry for the update hiatus, but it's kind of becoming a regular thing now. If it were up to me, I'd update every 3 minutes for you guys. But, unfortunately, I go to school and the abundance of work tends to stand in my way. Bleh.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the update!

Previously on Déjà Vu:

"Zoey, listen to me. I would've never if Alec h-" This piqued my interest. If Alec was involved, there was definitely more to the story.

…

"Zoey? Is that you?" The voice reminded me of dread.

I looked up and my stomach fell. My heart began to pound. It was Jeremy.

…

Jeremy growled and pulled me to him. He pinned my arms to my sides and crashed his lips to mine. They were steely and hard, just like last time. I gasped and he plunged his tongue down my throat, taking full advantage. A silent tear slid from my eyes as I felt him being ripped off of me.

Zoey POV:

"How many times are we going to meet like this, huh?" I could place the voice, but Jeremy's restrain disabled me to see my savior.

"Oh, if it isn't your little friend again, Zoey." He snarled, "Get lost, little kid."

Two palms pushed Jeremy and he stumbled backwards, releasing my arm from his grasp. I whipped around to see Jake at my rescue. His figure was distorted from behind my tears. I ran behind him as Jeremy sprang back.

"Listen, I know you think you're the tough guy right now by savin' the girl. But she doesn't need to be saved. We were having fun."

Jake was seething. I could see him struggling to control his anger. I placed my hand gently on his shoulder. I needed to reassure him, as well as myself.

I turned to Jeremy, "Leave me alone" I said with as much force I could manage. He took a step closer but retreated when Jake straightened up.

"C'mon baby," He said in what I presumed was his soothing voice. To me, though, it sounded sly. "We were just having a nice time. Don't let this asshole high school boy bother us.

"Don't call me baby. And we were definitely not having a nice time." I felt stronger now.

"You don't know what your saying. I'll call you later." He said, ignoring Jake's lethal glares.

Jake's presence provided me with a newfound confidence and I channeled it to confront Jeremy. I stood up tall and walked towards him. "You are going to get in your car-" I said harshly, "-buckle up real tight and drive away. And if I ever see you again, you will regret it. And if you ever see me again, I want you to walk away. I don't even want to suspect you were there. I want to forget you, and that is what will happen." I took another step towards him, one more and we'd be touching. "Now, I don't want you to say another word. Get in your car… and go." I turned with a straight back and walked to Jake. The next time I turned around, he was gone.

I rubbed my sleeve against my swollen lips and sighed. The confidence had abandoned me. I felt used, and cheated. Like my body or feelings meant nothing. The tears threatened their fall.

"Hey," Jake said soothingly. He wrapped his arms around me and for the first time all day, I didn't push away. "Don't let him get to you. If he ever does call you, let me know and I'll handle it." He whispered. I didn't really know what he meant by that, but regardless, it was reassuring.

My head fit perfectly in his chest and he held me until the tears stopped. My thoughts drifted to my parents when my mom is upset. Dad always holds her for as long as she needs and whispers soothing messages into her hair.

I pulled away to thank him. He took my hands into his own, "I'll always be around to kick his ass for you." I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his cheek. I whispered "Thank you" up close. It was light, and soft and innocent. And I wanted more. Suddenly, the urge to kiss his lips filled me. Bottle it down, Zoey I scolded myself. He doesn't want you like that and you will only get hurt.

We were still holding hands as he led me to his car. "I'm taking you home." He said. It wasn't a question.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed to be going straight home. But still, it was a long day.

The ride home was a bit awkward to say the least. I wasn't really mad at him anymore, but I'd just kissed him and let him hold me so I didn't really know how to act. Jake, as he couldn't decipher my thoughts, remained quiet.

"Thanks for… for everything," I said with conviction as I exited. He nodded.

I walked into a tense kitchen. My parents were sitting next to each other, my mother's hands enclosed in my father's. "Hey," I said tentatively from the door.

Their heads shot up in unison as they rushed to me. Aria reached me first. "Where have you been? Detention ended 40 minutes ago! And detention at all! What happened? This isn't like you, Zoey."

"I know. I'm sorry." There was no chance I was telling them about Jeremy. They'd be so frightened and probably lock me up out of fear. No thank you. Plus, I really think I scared Jeremy off tonight. I really think he's gone. I forced a smile, "I just got held up at school."

My mother looked pensive, "Would the holdup have anything to do with the reason you had detention in the first place?"

I frowned and looked at my dad. Aria smiled, she knew she was right.

"Okay well that settles it!" She said. "Ezra, go do something else, I want to talk with my daughter."

Ezra pouted jokingly and wrapped him arms around her waist. "Okay, Mrs. Bossy- Pants." I covered my eyes and I knew he was kissing her.

A few minutes later, I was sitting at the round table in the kitchen with my hands on the table and my mother at my side.

"So," She began. "Dad said you were 'causing havoc.'"

"But I wasn't though!" I yelled defensively. My mother gave me the don't-raise-your-voice-this-is-a-civilized-conversation-look and I tried again. "We were having a disagreement."

"Who are we?"

"Jake and I."

"Jake… Jake Lindon?" She asked tentatively.

I nodded in response.

She smiled sadly, "Well, here I was thinking you liked him."

I looked down, "I do." It wasn't worth hiding it any longer. She would've found out eventually. She knows me too well.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and then she was holding my hand, "Tell me what happened. Why were you fighting?"

I decided on the truth. It's not like she could get angry with Jake for asking questions when it was really stupid Alec's fault in the first place. "Well… I don't really know why… But Jake was asking me all these weird questions about you and dad and how you met and stuff and I got really angry. What was it to him, you know? So he was apologizing in the hallway and I was yelling at him and then we got detention. But in detention, I realized that this kid Alec Molina put him up to it and he actually was sorry. I really believe that he is. But now I don't know how to forgive Jake, but also make him understand that what he did was wrong."

When I had finished my story, my mother looked pale. She was still holding my hand, but it was warmer, somehow. "What?" I asked.

She looked up quickly and took a shallow breath as though she had been shocked. "What? I'm okay, sweetie. It's just strange that they would be asking about us, right?"

"Yeah. I guess. But Alec's a freak. He's been doing it since second grade."

She looked up again, "Second grade." She repeated. It wasn't a question. It sounded more like she was trying to commit the fact to memory.

"Mom, you sure you're okay?" I asked. I gently rubbed her arm. What the hell is going on? Why is she all shaky all of a sudden?

Her breathing became erratic at strange intervals. She was really scaring me.

"Mommy?" I whispered. "Please calm down. Breathe slowly. You are fine."

"Yeah. Mmmm… I'm good. I have to-"

She quickly jumped out of her seat and raced the steps to her bedroom.

What. The. Hell?

I want to hear your opinions on the Wesley/ Aria kiss. I'm extremely curious!

Who's ready for an Aria POV next chapter! I am, I am!

I was going to have Zoey confide in Sarah in this chapter, but I really wanted to stress the strong family bond that Zoey shares with her parents- specifically her mother. Lend me your thoughts!

XOXOOX,

Danni