Okay, Guys. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while, but things have happened, like writer's block, boys, school finals, boys, plays and musicals, and did I mention boys? Well, yeah. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, because I know I won't.
Chase sighed. He sat on his bed listening to his ipod. He was currently playing "Come sail away" by the Styx. It was what he branded as his 'feel-good song,' but it wasn't helping his bad mood much. He flipped it down to "Imagine" by John Lennon. He felt silightly better, and popped a goldfish in his mouth. He lay down, chewing and swallowing. How on Earth was he going to make a move on Zoey? If he didn't do something soon, she could start liking another guy and go out with him. He felt like such and idiot for wanting to break up with her. He didn't like Nicole. He never liked Nicole. He had just now realized, during the second verse of "Imagine" that he had lied to himself. He felt like a complete idiot. Nicole wasn't his type at all. He didn't even know why she was worth lying to himself. He didn't think she was ugly or annoying, but she was just so perky. He could never date someone that says "Oh my God!" every other sentence. He wanted to just run over to Zoey and pull her into his room. He missed her. He wanted her to come in and care about him. He wanted to feel her warm body against his when they hugged. He was almost as fed up with himself as he was when he let Logan have the lead role in his play. Maybe then he could have kissed Zoey and then he would have realized that he was crazy about her and he would never even think about dumping her. It was obvious that he hurt her. He didn't like seeing her bite her lip every time she was around him. He could have kicked himself, and he was close to doing it, but the door opened and closed, and Zoey enetered the room. She just stood there and stared at him. He stared back, sitting up.
He jumped up and kissed her, and she kissed back. They were going out again. No, they weren't, Chase's mind was playing tricks on him. She was just staring at him, and he stared at her. He wanted to say so many things, but he started by turning off his ipod and setting it down.
"Goldfish?" He offered, breaking the akward silence. Zoey nodded and grabbed one. She sat down. She hadn't said a word. That was very, very unlike Zoey. She always had something clever, or meaningful, or kind, or funny to say. But, apparently, she had nothing to say. "You ready for the party?" Zoey shrugged. Why wasn't she talking to him? Was she mad? Great, now his chances with her were gone. Everyone knows that when a girl doesn't talk to you, that's a sure sign that she's angry with you. She suddenly jerked out her hand, and Chase expected to be beaten by her. She was quite strong, but her hand just held out a piece of paper folded up. Chase looked at her with a look of confusion on his face, but reached out slowly and took it. She stood up and walked out of the room. After the door closed, Chase examined the note. It was very unlike Zoey to not speak to someone and write them a note. He just wanted to go to the party and get the night over with. His Friday had practically lost almost all of its meaning. That was, until he unfolded the paper and read the first sentence of the note.
Logan ran his fingers through his hair and blew himself a kiss in the mirror. He smiled and started walking in the direction of Butler Hall. He was going to look perfect, showing up with his posse, which was currently just Brad and Glenn. He didn't care. He was going to have more girls than he could count by the end of the semester. Which, was coming up pretty soon. In two weeks, to be exact. Then they would leave and come back as ninth graders. But that was the furthest thing from his mind at the time. Right now he only had one thing on his mind: the party.
Nicole smiled and readjusted the beds. She had the make-out corner all set, and went over an oral check list with Dana.
"Did you make sure that nobody has anything embarassing lying around?" Dana asked.
"I put all our diaries in our cabinet under the sink. No one will look there," Nicole answered, feeling proud of herself.
"What about Coco?"
"I bought her tickets to the film festival for her and her boyfriend. It ends at one in the morning, and everyone should be basically cleared out by then," Nicole was pacing.
"No extra money of ours laying out for people to take?"
"Put it all in the bra drawer," Nicole answered effortlessly.
"But that means that people can get into our bra drawer!"
"No," Nicole stopped pacing. "I locked it up. It'll be impossible to unlock, unless you have the key, like I do," Nicole pulled it out of her pocket to show Dana. They both let out a sigh of relief and sat down. There was a brief moment of silence before Zoey entered the room. She was out of breath, and there was a knock on the door.
"The first guest has arrived," Zoey said, taking a deep breath and opening the door. The music was going, and five minutes later, there was quite a crowd in the room. Zoey looked around nervously. Chase hadn't come yet, but Logan and Michael were there.
Chase took a deep breath. Did Zoey seriously mean all of this? Surely, she was just being inconsiderate and playing a really mean joke on him. Chase reviewed the note one last time. It read:
Dear Chase,
I'm sorry that we had to end the way we did. I really wish that we could have had more in our relationship, and I was hoping that maybe when you come to the party we could just make up. My life has been so hectic without you, I forgot how well you hold me together. I understand that we're really different, but that doesn't change my feelings for you. Chase, I care about you, and if you don't care about me, I understand. I just wanted you to know. Talk to me at the party about this.
Zo
He stood up and fixed his hair. He straightened his shirt and walked out of his door. He walked through the empty hall. Everyone must be at the party, the halls are completely abandoned. If they weren't then they were really lame and decided to go to sleep at nine on a Friday night. But that kind of thing never happened. He entered the building for Butler Hall and walked up the stairs. Before he knew it, he was in front of the door. Taking a big breath, he opened up the door and walked in. This was a big bash. There were lots of people in this room. Probably past the maximum capacity. Chase was shocked to see all those people showing up on such short notice. He quickly spied out the so called 'make-out corner,' because there were a few inhabitents over there already. One couple happened to be Dana and Logan, which didn't come as a big shock to anyone. He looked over at Nicole.
"So, do you still have your hello-bunny underwear?" Nicole asked, and for Nicole, she didn't sound very embarassed when asking this.
"Well, do you?" Brad asked back.
"I'm not telling," Nicole answered flirtatiously.
"Then I won't tell you either," Brad flirted back. It was sort of wierd to see them together, as Brad was much taller than Nicole, but they were good together nonetheless. Chase looked back at Dana and Logan, to discover that Logan wasn't there anymore. It was just Dana sitting on the bed, looking very content with herself, as if waiting for more. Chase looked over for Zoey. She had to be at this party, and if she wasn't, then she wasn't really that smart. He finally spotted her. There she was, standing in all of her glory. Chase took a deep breath, let it out, and began walking over to her. He was saying "hello"to everyone he passed, taking his eyes off of Zoey for a moment. He bit his lip. Maybe if he just ignored the note she wrote him, they could start from scratch.
Zoey frowned. Everyone was having a good time except for her. She ran through the plan that michael had given her.
"Okay, Zoe, here's the deal: You have to lead him on, make him think that you're into him as much as he's into you," Michael began explaining.
"Okay..." Zoey responded, waiting to hear more.
"Lead him over to the make out corner, right near Dana (chances are she'll be waiting there for him.)" Michael paused for dramatic effects, and went on. "So then, When he see's Dana, he'll get all nervous and you'll be like, 'Why don't you wanna make out with me NOW, Logan? Is it because you're girlfriend's here?' or something snappy like that, and then, Dana will hear and you can grab Chase and act like you were making out with him the entire time. It's fool proof!"
"Thanks, Michael, you're the best!" Zoey screeched excitedly and hugged him. She ran off.
"Okay," She spoke to herself, "Michael said that he'd make sure that Chase would be in the makeout corner, and then he'd call my cell when he noticed that Logan stopped kissing Dana." She said her plan aloud, yet quiet enough so that no one could hear what she was saying. Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Logan already? She thought. She wheeled around to discover Chase. "Chase! I um... didn't Michael tell you to be over at the make out corner or something?" Zoey recalled nervously. This wasn't good. Just then, her cell phone started ringing. She picked it up. "What? But... he's Already over here! Call him off, call him off!" Zoey felt the panic surge through every part of her body. She prayed that Chase would just kiss her so Logan would see and back off. But it didn't go like that.
"Well, He did, and said I had someone to be waiting for, but I decided to ditch whoever I was supposed to make out with," Chase said meekly.
"Why'd you do that?" Zoey asked somewhat rudely.
"Because.. I didn't want to make out with anyone tonight," Chase found his fake reason.
"Oh. Not even a little?" Zoey asked. Her heart sank down to her stomach. She felt another hand on her shoulder. It was could. She turned around to be pulled into a kiss from Logan. Beating him with her fists, she broke free almost immediately , backing up into Chase. "What are you doing?" She asked angrily. The plan wasn't exactly working.
"Just finding someone new to make out with. Dana was getting a little old. You won't tell her, will you?" Logan stated very matter-of-factly. He took a step foward, and she took a step back. Zoey stumbled and began falling backwards. Chase caught her by the arms. Logan wrapped his arms around Zoey's waist and began pulling her up, but felt a force pulling her down. Zoey was stressed. "Let go of me, Logan!" Zoey shouted, hoping he wouldn't listen. Logan wouldn't take no for an answer. Chase pulled her into his arms tightly.
"She said let go!" Chase shouted, as if to say 'You wanna go?' Logan accepted this challenge. Chase sat Zoey back up and pushed her (well, guided, not so much as pushed) her aside. Both boys were glaring at each other. Zoey let out a huge sigh of disappointment. This did not look good.
