Pacific Coast Academy: 10 Year Reunion
Chapter 3: Meet The Trents and Matthewses
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
Chase walked back to his bedroom he shared with his fiancée, Zoey. Seeing that she wasn't there, he went downstairs, finding her there. She was downstairs pacing back and forth. He trotted downstairs and put his arms around her. "Zoey, will you come back to bed? I know you're tired."
"I can't go to sleep right now," she shrugged him off, pacing again. "I'm worried about John."
"John?"
"Junior," she clarified, sticking her thumb in her mouth to bite her nail.
He sighed and sat on the couch, and as she did, John Junior and Senior came through the door laughing. Zoey glared at both of them.
"Mom, just chill, all right? Everything's cool." John Trent, Jr. was Zoey and John's only kid. They loved him very much. He liked to spend time with John, especially whenever Chase was around, and that was all the time. He didn't like Chase very much, but he learned to live with it. He had no choice. He's hoping Zoey wouldn't have another kid. "Everything is not cool. I know it's the summer, but you shouldn't be out this late. Now go up to your room."
He smacked his lips and looked at his dad. "I'll see you later, Dad." The senior nodded and smiled, touching his head before he went upstairs. Soon as the boy was out of sight, Zoey hit him in the arm. "What were you thinking, John? Keeping him out this late?"
"Zoey, it's only 12," he shrugged.
"That's too late."
He sighed and shook his head. "Look, I don't have time for this. Chase, I think you need to handle your fiancée over here," he pointed at her.
She pushed his finger away. "John, he is a little boy. I don't care if it's just spending time with him, I don't want him out this late."
"It's the freaking summer for crying out loud!" he raised his hands in the air. "Damn. Fine, Zoey. What time would you like him to be back, huh? Nine?"
"That'll be good."
"I'll be being sarcastic but fine. I'll start bring him home at nine. I'll see you at the airport." He walked out the door. John Junior was sitting on the stairs watching the whole argument.
"Zoey," Chase said low, putting his hands on her shoulders, "as much as I don't like John, I'm sure he knows what he's doing with John Junior. I mean, he is his father."
"That doesn't prove anything. I'm going to bed." John Junior quickly got off the stairs and ran to his room, closing the door. Zoey went upstairs and Chase sighed, turned off the light, followed behind her.