Flames will be used to warm the homeless this winter.
Zoey's 15. Zoey's POV.
Something really weird happened this summer. I was at Wal-Mart when I heard my name being called. Hm. It sounded like—
"Chase!" I said, hugging him.
He pushed me away.
"Don't act all happy! I know what you did!" he said kinda angrily.
"When?"
"Last summer."
I pushed my eyebrows up at him. OK, that's really creepy, Chase! I thought.
"What did I do?"
"You made out with LOGAN!"
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I said, remembering.
FLASHBACK
In the cold, dark night, I stumbled over to the beach, calling Chase's name since he usually came here when he was upset. I didn't MEAN to call him a doormat.
"Zoey?" I heard someone call.
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok." We leaned into each other and started to kiss. Then after the sweet, gentle kiss, my eyes grew accostumed to the dark.
"Logan!"
"Hey, babe."
"I'm sorry, I thought you were Chase."
"What does it matter, you know I'm a good kisser."
"True." I was soooo tired.
We sat down and started kissign again. Soon, it turned into a full make-out session.
END FLASHBACK
Chase raised his voice now.
"You knew I liked you, Zoey! YOU KNEW!"
"But you NEVER told ME!"
"But YOU KNEW!"
"Yes, Chase! I KNEW! But I was WAITING for YOU to tell me! And guess what? IT NEVER HAPPENED CHASE! I GOT SICK OF WAITING! I liked you too!" tears were forming around my eyes. threatening to spill out.
"Logan was justa comfort that night! I WANTED YOU!"
People were now looking at us.
"Tsk. Tsk. Lovers' quarrel," said an old lady behind us.
"Oh, cram it, lady!" Chase said. She shook her cane at him.
"Don't you yell at ME, young man!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm just upset," he turned around to look at me, his eyes glowing with anger. "At HER!"
By now, I'd started to cry. Chase was really scaring me.
I ran off.
"Aw, Zo! Come back! I didn't mean it!" he called, running after me.
"Chase! GO AWAY! Stop! Leave me ALONE! I hate you! I—"
I never got to finish my sentence because I ran into a car. And suddenly, everything went black.
CHASE POV
"Zoey!" I yelled, but it was too late. The car hit her. She fell down.
Aw, man! It's all my fault, I thought as I peered at her. She didn't seem to have a pulse.
I-I-I...
"I killed her."
END CHAPTER
Me: review!
Zoey: oh great, so I'm dead!
me: we'll see.
Zoey: great way to end the chapter. wait no, the show! Zoey's dead, all you have left is ''101''!
me: hey, I said I didn't own zoey 101!
zoey: oh but you get to kill me?
me: y'know, for a dead person you sure talk alot.
zoey: so?
me: it's annoying.
anyway, review!