Oh. My. Goodness. That's all I have to say. I feel sooo incredibly loved by all of your reviews! Thanks all, and, I'm trying my hardest to keep the characters in character, but I suppose I'm doing a good job. Okay, so, anyways, I've been working on this Chapter for a really long time, it was hard to keep the characters in character, you know? Okay, I'll stop rambling now, here's the chapter:
"Zoey? Zoey? Zoey! Wake up, it's Saturday! You and Chase are leaving in an hour!" Zoey was awakened by Nicole, who was shaking her violently and shouting in her ear.
"Yeah, I'm here, and I'm mreph..." Zoey was mumbling so quietly, she could hardly hear herself.
"Good. Now Shower! Chase will probably surprise you today!" Nicole said. Zoey sat up and walked over to the bathroom. After a nice, awakening shower, she was all changed and ready to go, with just ten minutes to spare. Nicole had left while Zoey was showering, and Dana was now in the room with Zoey.
"Remember, no Jet-X's, Keep it casual, and don't leave campus until you're sure no one's looking. And be sure to take a towel or a really big sweatshirt," Dana lectured. Zoey nodded blankly and gestured toward the bundle in her arms, with what was Chase's sweatshirt that he had left the other night when the DA kicked him out. "Okay, then you're good. Chase should be here any minute." Zoey nodded again and zoned out.
"Okay, so tell her! It's okay that you haven't yet, but since no one will be around to knock at the door, or yell at you, or something like that, you won't be interrupted. Don't just blurt it out, because Zoey doesn't like that. Let it out easy, and don't doubt yourself. Why wouldn't she like you?" Michael was giving Chase a pep talk when they were walking towards Zoey, Nicole, and Dana's dorm. Chase walked up, nodding at every word Michael had said, and knocked on the door. "Good luck." Michael said this lowly and quietly so Zoey wouldn't hear through the door. Chase grinned.
"Thanks," He said coolly and Zoey opened the door.
"Let's go!" Zoey said excitedly. Right before she walked out the door, she turned to Dana. "Make sure Coco doesn't notice we're gone," She said and Dana rolled her eyes, but nodded anyways. Michael walked in the room with Dana, and they waved them goodbye.
Zoey and Chase walked toward the parking lot where they had recently held a car wash, which was raising money so the PCA could have Drake Bell at the spring fling. Looking cautiously around, Zoey crossed the street first, and then Chase. They were still on campus, but they wouldn't be for long. The bus stop was right next to the campus, too, so they had to be all the more aware. They hadn't said a word to each other so far, and as they sat down, Zoey couldn't take it anymore.
"So..." Zoey began, shattering the silence into a thousand pieces, "Do you wanna drop by some place for brunch before we grab Elvis back?" Zoey wasn't really asking him on a date, yet, in a sense, she was. "I haven't eaten yet."
"Sure," Chase answered excitedly, "I haven't eaten either. I woke up about an hour and a half ago." Zoey smiled.
"Me too. I'm not used to being up as late as we were staying up," Zoey looked behind her in case some one saw her. It was clear.
"Me neither," Chase said, looking across the street, double-checking that no one was watching or following them.
"When did you find Elvis anyways?" Zoey was trying to make a conversation. So far, it wasn't working very well.
"Well, Michael and I were hanging out on the beach, the Saturday after school started. We were playing Frisbee, and I threw it too hard. Michael ran over to get it, and a dog caught it and brought it back to him. We picked him up and looked for someone who's dog he might be. He didn't have any tags on, and no one claimed him, so, we decided to keep him." Zoey nodded in acknowledgment.
"Why'd you name him Elvis?" Zoey asked.
"Well, I don't know. We were sitting there, thinking, 'what should we name him?' and then, Michael came up with Elvis. He looked like an Elvis, so we agreed. Logan thinks it's a dumb name, but Michael and I didn't care about what he had to say," Chase said as the bus pulled up. Looking behind themselves one last time, the two got up and hurried on, hoping no one noticed. They found two seats next to each other, and the rest of the bus was pretty much full. Zoey was creeped out by some of the people on the bus, and it was clear that Chase was too. They sat close together. An old woman sat across from them, and she held a large paper bag. She had a funny hat with a flower on it, and Her skirt was long and gray. She smiled at them, showing her yellow teeth. Chase looked at Zoey, who was looking at him, too. They were both obviously scared out of their minds. There was an older teenager, probably around the age of seventeen, who sat next to Chase. He leaned over to Chase.
"Put your arm around your girlfriend," He said. Chase flinched. Not only was this guy creepy, but his breath smelled worse than a skunk. "she looks cold." Chase smiled weakly and nodded. The teen stared at Chase. "Why aren't you putting your arm around her?" Chase couldn't take the smell anymore. He did as he was told. Zoey looked at him questioningly. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"There's a creepy guy that's sitting next to me who's tormenting me with his bad breath, saying that I should put my arm around you," Chase whispered in a song-like tone.
"Oh," Zoey said understandingly. The teen leaned back over to his own seat, and the old lady stared at Chase and Zoey. She put his arm more around herself. He looked at her and she scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She was still tired, and being close to him seemed to make the old lady lest scary. Chase smiled in satisfaction.
"Zoey?" He asked her.
"Yeah?" Zoey answered, not looking up at him, but still listening.
"There's something I need to tell you," He started, "and I'll tell you when we get off the bus."
"Okay," Zoey said. Her head buzzed with excitement from there. She would finally hear him say it.
