Chapter Three- Who, What, When, Where, WHY?

"Okay, so you made a love potion and tested it on Zoey and Chase and now they don't remember anything?"

Quinn nodded her head happily. "Uh huh, that's right! It's just a little side effect. After the love potion wears off they won't remember anything…" She sighed gloomily. "I'll have to fix that."

"Why didn't you ask me to test it?" Logan demanded. He raised his eyebrows at Dana. "I would have been happy to do it for you."

Dana rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Logan."

Nicole's eyes were huge. "So… so, will they remember all this tomorrow? Like, I mean, will they know that they took a love potion after it wears off?"

Quinn shrugged. "I don't think so. They shouldn't know, anyway." She grinned devilishly. "I mean, how will they react if they find out that they just kissed in front of the whole school?"

"WHY, Quinn, WHY?" Nicole cried. "You and your freakish ways." She shook her head as she sipped some milk.

Chase and Zoey sat together at the next table, eating their breakfast together and talking in low voices. A bit of cereal dribbled down Zoey's shirt, but she took no notice. Chase's bushy hair stuck out in fifty different directions.

"Oh look at them!" Nicole said in a mushy voice. "They look so in love!" She paused. "Oh wait. They are! Just not really."

Dana rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back. "I'm going to go… uh… well, I gotta go somewhere."

"Where are you going?" Logan asked, turning his head to look at her.

Quinn was still staring at Chase and Zoey. "Einstein is right," she stated. "Love is blind."

"Einstein didn't say that!" Nicole cried. "Stephanie Peterson did!"

Quinn looked confused. "Who?" Logan and Dana stared at her.

Nicole looked around at them and shrugged. "Well, I don't know what to say! But I know it wasn't Einstein. He made up that thing… E something…"

Chase and Zoey walked over hand in hand, looking happily into each others eyes. They stopped at their friends' table and waved a little. There seemed to be a new bounce in Zoey's step and Chase had never looked giddier- except there was something going out in his mind. Something very distressing…

"Where's Michael?" Chase asked, running his free hand through his hair and staring at Quinn with… what was that look in his eye? Apology or gratitude?

"Oh, he's around," Nicole said. "I think he's getting some more food." She pointed over at the cafeteria line where Michael stood with a silver tray in hand. He waved at them.

"Well I have to jet," Chase said, slowly and hesitantly letting go of Zoey's hand. She looked shocked.

"But Chase!" she cried. "Right now?"

"Sorry," Chase said, looking apologetic. "Um… I'll see you… uh, later?"

Zoey nodded and Chase quickly shuffled out of the cafeteria. Dana looked at her watch and yelped.

"I'm going to be late!" she cried. "See you guys later!" She quickly bolted out of the cafeteria, looking rushed.

"What's her deal?" Logan said looking slightly upset. He turned to Zoey and Nicole. "So girls, you know it's your favourite boy's birthday tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" Nicole cried. "The day of the dance!" She looked expectantly at Zoey. "And you'll be making me my dress right?"

"Oh Nicole," Zoey sighed. "I'm really sorry, but I can't make your dress! I have to make my dress. I mean…" She paused. "For Chase and all…" Her cheeks flushed pink and she seemed to be lost in her own world.

She was having a daydream now. Out in her own little world. In her dream she was going to the dance with Chase in an extraordinary blue dress that brought out the colour of her eyes….

She snapped her fingers. "I've got to get to work on that dress!" she cried. She too ran out of the cafeteria, leaving Nicole and Logan alone.

"So…" Nicole said awkwardly.

"Hey guys," Michael said, walking over to the table. He looked around. "Where'd everyone go?"

Up in the boy's dormitory, Chase was lying on his bed. He couldn't let Zoey continue to make a fool of herself… not that he didn't enjoy her being around him every second. He rolled around. What to do?

He sat up suddenly, a brilliant thought in his head. I'll tell her, he decided. I'll tell her everything that I need to tell her. Just… after the dance.