A/N: Yes, I finally have updated. I needed to. It's been quite a long time. Sorry this is what happens when I have no free time at school to think of ideas. I now have Geometry and Music Theory and I happen to behorrible at both of the topics. So if I ignore the teacher and write then I'll fail and not graduate high school and become one of those freaky cat women. Or a hobo. Either one would be bad. Actually this one time I did sleep outside in a box with my church to raise money for homeless people. It wasn't fun. I was sneezing for a week. Sorry I like to ramble.

Anyway...Thanks for all the reviews. You people rock. I just hope you didn't forget about this story...haha. :-)

Chapter Seven

"Hey, Zoey do you remember that one time we all snuck out of our dorms after curfew just to see if we could and went to the beach? That was great! Do you remember?" Nicole asked me.

"Nope," I said simply.She's has been like this all day. Constantly talking about how much fun we had and showing me pictures. It was really starting to get on my nerves.All she was doing was helping bring back thoughts and memories that I've tried to prevent from crossing my mind for the past three months.

"How can you not remember? We got detention for almost two weeks when Dean Rivers found out!" Nicole exclaimed.

"I don't remember," I replied. Of course I did remember but I wasn't going to say that.

"Oh...ok, well what about that time we made time capsules? I know you remeber that!"

"Nope," I said again and picked up my Calculas book and started on the long equations our teacher had assigned us.

"Um, what about that time you and Chase went out to dinner and after that you-"

"NICOLE! Will you please cut it out?" I said quickly before she could finish.

Nicole ignored me and continued to rummage through her pink and purple striped photo box."Oh wow..." she gazed at one picture.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"It's all of us," Nicole said."Look its when we first started at PCA! I forgot completely about this picture!" She did her best to toss it to me from her side of the room where she was lying on her stomach on the floor.

"Oh my gosh. This is so old!" I said as I got up and reached for the worn image. It was when we all first met each other.We all looked so different now.We all looked so much older. Dana's hair is now shorter, straighter and a solid dark brown. Nicole has shoulder length layers with highlights. Quinn's hair has grown longer and has gotten a small wave to it so she keeps it down most of the time. Logan has gotten taller and less, dare I say, scrawny. It's kind of funny. Micheal has stayed the same but looks alot older and his voicegot even deeper. Dustin is almost taller than me now and isn't the cute little boy he once was. And, well, Chase's outward apperance hasn't change much.

"I know, I have a bunch of pictures from our first year. Do you wanna see?" Nicole asked continuing to look through the box.

"Sure," Nicole tossed me a stack of her pictures.

I smiled as I flipped through each of the pictures slowly. Each one a reminder, each one a memory. The car washes, the dances, the games of fooseball, the pranks, the- My exspression qickly changed,"I'm done." I said quickly and tossed the pictures back to Nicole.

"What?" Nicole asked, confused. Then she looked at the same picture I saw,"Oh, Zoey I'm sorry. I don't know how that one got mixed up in there."

"Yeah?" I asked sarcasticly.

"Really, Zoey," Nicole said.

"Where'd you get that anyway?" I asked.

"Don't you remember?" Nicole asked me.

"No, not really," I told her in a dull voice.

"It was a joke, Zoe.You and Chase started kissing, like you often did, so Dana took my camera and snapped a picture to get you guys to quit," Nicole exsplained.

"Yeah, well it wasn't really funny was it," I snapped.

"It's not like I knew the picture was in there," Nicole said.

"You know this is why I didn't want you and Dana as roomates this year. Because I knew if you guys were anywhere near me something like this would happen," I said.

"Dana's not in your room," Nicole tried to change the subject.

There was a light tap on the door. "Who is it?" I yelled.

"Dana," said the voice behind the door.

"Whoa. That was freaky," Nicole said.

"Come in," I said.

Dana had her suitcases in her hands. "Hey guys," she said.

I buried my face into my hands. "Let me guess.You want to stay here?" I asked.

"Nope. Coco moved me here," Dana said.

"Great, more fun," I said to myself. Its funny how lately my mood goes from depressed to sentimental to bitter every two secounds.

"Why'd Coco move you here?" Nicole asked.

"There was five girls in my room," Dana replied acting as if new roomates were nothing new to her.

"Oh," Nicole said.

"So what are you guys doing?" Dana asked.

"We were looking at some pictures," Nicole said awkwardly as she showed Dana the picture.

"Oh, please. You're still talking about that?" Dana asked me.

"I was not-" Dana cut me off before I could finish defending myself.

"When is everyone going to just forget about that? It's been what? Three months? Get over it," Dana said in her usual Dana way. I decided that she definately hadn't changed at all.

"I AM over it," I said. "It's everyone else that keeps bringing up!"

"You don't seem that 'over it' to me," Nicole said.

'"That's it.Will you both please just get out of here for a little while? I need some quiet. It's fine that you guys stay here just please, please, give me some privacy!"

"Great. I've only been here for two minutes and I'm already being kicked out. I feel really welcome," Dana siad.

"I'm sorry. But seriously guys, please just let me have a few hours to myself,"

"Fine," Dana said.

"Sure," Nicole set her box of pictures down and got up,"Come on Dana." They walked out.

I sat on my bed for a moment. I felt my heart pounding furiously. I knelt on the floor and grabbed Nicole's box and picked up the picture. We sat so close. His arms were around my shoulders as a deep, soft kiss was held in place. I can still feel his lips against mine. I think Dana was right. No matter how hard I try to block it out, I'm not over it. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and splash on to the picture.

The next day I sat in my calculas class staring at the clock while the teacher tried to exsplain a ten step equation, which at the time, felt impossible when the door opened.

"Hello. I'm Austin Andrews. This is Mrs. Redmon's Advanced Calculas class, right?" The guy who sits in front of me in Creative Writing walked in. We talk every once in a while. Well actually it's more like he talks to me and I just nod or laugh. I never actually contribute to the conversation.

"Welcome to the class, Austin. The regular Calculas wasn't hard enough for you was it?" Mrs. Redmon asked.

"Nope, it was pretty easy for me," Austin shrugged.

"Well then you've come to the right place.You may take a seat next to Ms. Brooks." Mrs. Redmon gestured toward me. I waved lightly as he sat next to me.

"Hey, Zoey," Austin waved back. I heard Chase from behind me make a weird, strangled noise.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked.

"Releived," he said.

"Releived?"

"Yeah, I was worried that I wouldn't know anyone in here. But I know you," Austin smiled and pulled his chocolate brown hair out of his face.

"I'm actually pretty glad your here too, Austin," I smiled back.

"Yeah and Zoey, I know you don't know me very well but I was actually wondering if you would maybe like to, you know, go out with me sometime?" I heard a thud and turned around to see Chase sitting on the ground.

"I'm ok," Chase announced to the class.

"Um..." My head was spinning.

"Enough people, let's get back to work. Chase get back in your seat. Now on with problem number seventeen..." Mrs. Redmon picked up her chalk and started writing on the board again. I was thankful that she had interfeered.

A/N: Ok... if you don't remember who Austin is, he's the charecter Zoey mentions in the begining of the last chapter. Review.