A/n: Nothing to say ATM other than the fact that my Internet is broken.

Chapter 3.

"A blind date!" Zoey screeches happily. She's so excited. "Oh my god Dana you rock, you rock so hard it… wow!"
"Ok ok, I've arranged it. He's picking you up at 7pm tonight taking you for dinner and he'll be wearing a green shirt and black jeans kay."
"You are awesome!" Zoey hugs me.
"You're gonna love him Zo."
"I'd better. What do I wear?" Zoey asks cluelessly.
"I dunno... what you'd normally wear on a date?" I suggest
"Yeah but I've never done a blind date before. Is he a 'Come-Take-Me-Now' outfit or a 'Casual-kiss' outfit?"
"Um… go for 'Come take me now'" I smirk. This is gonna be fun!

So Zoey showed up at the restaurant looking for her date. She wore a tiny black skirt and an off the shoulder silk green number, that clung to her curves. She tapped her strappy silver heel on the sidewalk and wondered if he was already here. Then she saw a green shirt and black jeans. Relieved she wasn't being stood up, she went over and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and she gasped. She had only ever seen one person with those eyes and that hair.
"Chase?" She asked in disbelief. "Chase Matthews! Are you here for me?"
"Aw!" He looked her up and down. "I should've known! How've you been Zo?" He hugged her.
"Great! You?"
"Awesome. You look… wow. Were you this hot in high school?" He asked surveying her. She blushed furiously.
"Thanks, flattery gets you everywhere." She said with a smile.
"Hey I might hold you to that." He teased. They were so open and flirty that it felt a little weird. They had been best friends in high school. Zoey had known Chase had a crush on her but he'd never acted on it. It had secretly really annoyed her but she didn't tell.

During dinner, Zoey conversationally said.
"Dana's pregnant again."
"I know." Chase nodded. "Logan told me."
"How'd he know?" Zoey asked curiously.
"He's her psychologist." Chase explained pouring Zoey a glass of champagne.
"She told her psychologist!" She exclaimed. The thought that Dana could be so open to a health professional amazed her, even if it was Logan.
"I think he may have known before hand." Chase snickered.
"Chase." Zoey said downing half her champagne. "I had a huge crush on you in high school, but you were dense then and you're dense now. Psych-OLOGIST not Psych-IC."

"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"What are YOU talking about?" She countered.
"Dana and Logan's baby."
"Nuh uh! Dana and PAOLO'S baby."
"Me and my big mouth." Chase said realising what he had let slip. Dana had obviously let everyone believe the baby was her husbands.
"It's Logan's!" Zoey gasped. "Dana Cruz and Logan Reese are havin' a baby!" Chase blushed.
"Zoey don't cause a scene we're supposed to be on a date."
"I am NOT causing a scene!" She screeched. "But I'm her best friend! Why didn't she tell me she was having an affair with her therapist!" Everyone in the restaurant was staring and Chase hid his face behind his menu. Zoey blushed.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled.
"It's not your fault."

Needless to say the rest of the date was tense and awkward and when they walked in the vague direction of home she apologised.
"Ah it's ok." Chase assured her. "Give them some gossip in their sad little lives. Hey uh… you wanna come in for coffee?"
"Is that guy speak for take me in, get me drunk off of my head and make love to me all night?" She teased, wrapping one arm around his neck and laying her forehead against his.
"Here's hoping." He winked. She kissed his cheek in a would-be-teasing manner. She followed him up the stairs to his apartment. The penthouse. She was captivated by the views and she loved all the gadgets. But the fact was she wasn't good at handling drink, and after 3 drinks, couple with the half bottle of champagne at the restaurant, she fell asleep on the couch. He laughed at her.

"Never thought Zoey Brooks would spend the night in my bed." He picked her up and cradled her, carried her into his room. He took off her heels and lay her on the bed, tugging the covers over her. He kissed her lightly. "G'night Zo."
"Chase…" She mumbled sleepily.
"Hm?
"Night." She pulled him back and kissed him softly before falling back onto the bed asleep.

She padded softly into the living room where Logan was kicking Chase's butt at play station. That was the good thing about Drunk-Zoey, she remembered everything from the previous night. Chase had been an absolute gentleman and she loved that. Logan saw her first.
"Chase you dog! On the first date!" He laughed.

"Oh yeah." Zoey said sweetly. "Remind me. How many sessions did you have with Dana before you got her pregnant?" He scowled.
"How the hell…" He started.
"Chase told me."
"He did! You and your big mouth Matthews!" Logan hit Chase on the side of the head.
"I know I know!" He cried in his typical 'Oops' manner.
"Well… don't rag on Chase for something if you're worse than he is." Zoey scolded.

Chase stood up.
"I'll walk you home."
"No." She said shaking her head. "Home's ages away. I'm going straight to work."
"In your 'CTMN' clothes?" Chase asked.
"You know what that means!" She asked in shock.
"I went to a co-ed boarding school. Of course I know what it stands for." She very embarrassed that Chase knew she was wearing her 'Come Take Me Now' outfit on their first date. "If you don't have issues with wearing a guys clothes I can find you something to wear."
"Thanks, you rock." She smiled and he found her some decent clean clothes to wear.

He walked her to the salon. She smiled.
"Thanks for last night, I had fun."
"Me too." He assured.
"Call me?" She asked hopefully. He shook his head. She bit her lip.
"Oh I just uh… I thought well that… there'd be a second date." She blushed furiously and hid her embarrassment.
"Oh there will be. But I don't have your phone number. So you gotta call me." She smiled and hugged him.
"You should've asked me out in high school." She said with a vague smile.
"I know I know. I was scared." He pulled back. "You were gorgeous then and you're gorgeous now." She blushed.
"Chase, flattery gets you everywhere, but shut up and kiss me." The two had never really 'properly' kissed before. And his first kiss with Zoey had been on his mind from the ages 13-18. It was more than he could have ever hoped for.

"Mm, I gotta go to work."
"I know. Call me kay." He kissed her again and let her go. She walked into work trying not to smile.
"Boys clothes…" Nina said surveying her.
"Boys cologne." Angelica said inhaling and wrinkling her nose. "Calvin Klein I believe."
"No make up." I said with a smirk. "Knew you'd like him."
"You KNEW I had a crush on him you cheeky so-and-so. Oh… Hi Paolo." Paolo? I turn around to see my husband at the desk.

"What do you want?" I ask curiously.
"A divorce."
"WHAT!" That I hadn't been expecting. "YOU CAN'T!" I cry. "MY PARENTS'LL SLAUGHTER ME!"
"Tough." Paolo has weird mood swings like this.
"You can't leave her now!" Angelica cries.
"She's pregnant!" Nina howls.

"GIRLS!" Oh god. Why'd they have to say that?
"Pregnant?" Paolo asks raising his dark eyebrows.
"Yeah… and it's not how I would've chosen for you to find out either." I glare at my girlfriends. They clamp their hands over their mouths as though they did nothing wrong. I guess they assumed my husband knew.

"Are you serious?" he asks. I nod bravely. "Why is it everytime I get something good going for me in my life you fall pregnant? Where's your proof?" He demands. The girls are slightly shocked. I signal for them to scatter and they do. "Prove to me this isn't a hoax like last time." I smack him. HARD.
"I have drilled this into your head a THOUSAND times. Getting married to you was not top of my to do list and for you to accuse me of faking a pregnancy and miscarriage when I was 6 months frickin gone!"
"I want proof." He growls. I dig through our supplies and find a test.

They're really easy to take. I show him the little blue '+'
"I have been having nightmares about telling you. You don't love me and never did. But maybe if I'm lucky you'll love our kid," (If you're wondering why I'm lying to him through gritted teeth it's because I already told you, my parents are freaks I don't trust them not to douse me in petrol set it alight and scream 'SINNER BURN IN HELL')

"Get rid of It."
"WHAT!"
"Get rid of It I refuse to let you tie me down again. Get an abortion."
"No!" (Not only am I three months gone but) "Abortion is way worse than conception or divorce."
"Kill yourself then I don't really give a fuck. When I get home tonight that baby had better not be alive." He hisses turning on his heel and leaving. I so thought a baby would fix things. Make everything better. I guess I was wrong.

I walk out of work without telling anyone. I go to the phone box on the street corner in absolute tears. I dial the only number I know.
"Hello… Logan?"

A/n: A bit of a cliffy.eHe says bluntly.
"WHAT