A/n: Ok last chapter was tame compared to this one.

Chapter 2:

My hair! My beautiful blonde hair! It's jet black... and my layers are gone, the raven sheet falls right down my back. I'm wearing a tight black T-shirt with a silver skull emblazoned across the bust. A very large swear word is sloganed underneath. My skirt is ridiculously short (black) and I'm wearing net tights. My heels are… well ok, they're average. I'm wearing deep purple lipstick and black eye shadow. My mascara is black too, but that I'm used to. I have a NOSE RING for gods sakes! OH MY GOD!

"What happened to me?" I gasp.
"Never seen yourself in the mirror before Brooks?" Asks a snide voice. It's the girl from earlier. Her long brown hair is wavy all the way down to her skirt. Her make up is perfect. "Shocking isn't it?" She is so pretty. I wanna hit her.
"Oh shove it up your skirt Pensky." Dana says walking in. QUINN! Oh my GOD! No way is Miss… Diva… Quinn Pensky! Where's her chemistry set! Where are her glasses? Why is she all bitchy?
"Well you've had everyone up yours haven't you Daniella." She says coyly. Dana smirks.
"Nah, I believe that's Zoey's job." She says innocently. "Oh lighten up Zo, we all know you only sleep with the one guy." UGH!
"I'll have you know Dana Cruz, that I am a virgin and intend to stay so until I'm 16 years old." Quinn cackles and Dana giggles.
"How stupid do you think we are Goth-girl?"
"And I'm NOT a goth! Quinn, you're… you're gorgeous! Dana you're… you're a bimbo! Nicole's a slob. Logan's a geek! The rooms… they go backwards! What is going ON HERE!" I scream. Dana looks frightened. Quinn tosses her hair.
"I'm out. Craziness may be catching." She struts off.

"Like, Zo. You're seriously starting to freak me out here."
"And Dana for the love of all that is holy, STOP saying 'Like'"
"Daniella." She says irately. "My name is Daniella."
"Since when?" I growl.
"Since forever." She says with a smile. "I'm assuming you're coming to Catriona's party tonight?"

"Yes." I sigh. Dana or Daniella or whatever she wants to call herself now is hyper. She squeals loudly.
"Chase is going to LOVE you're outfit, wear that red and black skirt… and the black strap top!" She rushes over to my wardrobe. I'm gonna be sick. The clothes in there… oh my god. I wouldn't wear them to a funeral. She pulls out a red and black tutu like skirt. It sticks out a mile and is made of that fish net material.
"I'm not trying to impress Chase though."
"Zoey Midnight Brooks, I swear to god. If you break up with Chase that is the end of your social life at PCA. You barely have any friends, you happen to have the advantage that you're sleeping with the hottest guy in school."
"I have friends. Chase is SO not hot, and I would never sleep with him."
"What friends, there's me… and possibly Nikki." I'm assuming she means Nicole.

"Michael…" I suggest.
"Thinks you're the spawn of satan."
"Logan!"
"Can't stand you. Thinks you're a stuck up goth with no soul."
"Dustin!" I argue. I am so not even going to go into Quinn, she's such a diva, she hates me.
"He's your brother!"
"Glen Davis." I say. He likes me.
"Wouldn't touch you if you were the last girl in the school… no, the world." She shrugs. "Does this even fit anymore?" She asks holding up a strap top. It looks so tight, and there are small chains dragging from strap to strap across the neck.

So it's 6:58. I'm sat here, trying to figure out what is going on, when the door goes. It's him.
"Hey gorgeous." He says winking at Daniella.
"Hey!" She says. She rushes up and hugs him. He looks scathingly at her. "Treat her good, and for gods sakes Chase this time try to have her back in her own bed before sun up. I'm not covering for her again." Chase? Oh my god. Out of all the things I've seen today, however weird things have been. This ices the cake! Chase Matthews is HOT! And an amazing kisser to boot. I've done well for myself.
"Must you talk to me?" He sighs at Daniella. She pouts.
"What-ever!" She flips her hair. Blows me a kiss and mouths 'Be careful' before she vanishes.

"You look…" I'm expecting pretty, beautiful, or possibly gorgeous. "Like a dead ballet dancer. Did you get dressed in the dark?"
"Yes I got dressed in the dark, happy." I say sarcastically. I actually think I look good. The tops very tight and slightly slutty, I've never been to a party and shown cleavage before I feel daring. one thing I did notice when I was getting dressed though, is that I am tattooed. Two show with this outfit, a skull and cross bones on my shoulder, and a dagger near my heart, on the top of my left breast. The third is... well I'm not telling you where the third is you'll have to make do with the knowledge that Zoey Brooks is a bad girl.

"Ec-bloody-static." He says in the sarcastic tone I'm used to hearing from Logan. He crosses to me and places a hand on my hip. "Hey, at least you're pretty right?"
"Jerk." I mutter. He is! This is my best friend how can he say such horrid things about me.
"Slut." He whispers, pulling me closer.
"Tosser." Wow. I don't think I've ever had reason enough to use that word! I'm almost proud of myself. I feel like a rebel! Yay for me. He pulls my hips into his, revealing his intention. There's a definite protrusion on his behalf from down there.
"You are… unbelievable Zo," He whispers. He kisses my neck, but pulls back straight away. "You're wearing perfume." He says in disgust. I shrug.
"So…"
"Tastes absolutely… urgh."
"Better than your kisses, you taste like an ash tray."
"Well we're even then." He smirks.

"Come on, or we'll be late." I say.
"Or we could blow off the party…" He suggests raising his eyebrows. I've never noticed how cute Chase is. "And stay and have fun here instead."
"I'd rather go to the party." I say coyly. I get the impression that this Zoey, in this parallel universe (For that, I have decided, is what I am currently in) is a total bitch. So I am forgetting all my morals and ethics and I'm gonna have fun.
"You'd rather go to the party, any old run of the mill party… than stay and have the time of your life with the sexiest man you'll ever meet."
"That's not how I see it. I can stay and have sex with my boyfriend… which I can do any day of the week. Or I can go to the event of the century."
"Don't use the b word."
"The b word?" I can think of many 'b' words, but none that he would disapprove of.
"Boyfriend." he growls."I'm not your boyfriend." I think I've offended him somehow."Come on."

Ok, so he's not my boyfriend. He's just some random I sleep with. I can handle that… I think. No I can't. Ok. So I'll admit I'm having fun playing the rebel. But just how much of a rebel IS she? I'm sleeping with Chase. I have tattoos in places. I smoke. I'm a satan worshipping goth by the sounds of things. Well, Goth!Zoey can have a taste of me. I can change her. I can change Chase. I'm sure of it.

We get to Catriona's party, it's in the main hall. People are buzzing around like flies. Chase heads straight for the drinks table. Typical. Within seconds he's poured us both vodka and cokes.
"I'm only fifteen." I say automatically. Oops. He laughs.
"Ok Miss goody goody. I suppose you don't want a quick fix then?" He asks, crumbling a tablet into my drink.
"Chase!" I hiss at him. He smirks.
"Come on." He takes a sip of my drink and then hands me it. "It's been ages." He downs his own drink in seconds. I pretend to sip mine. I have to find a way of disposing of it, with there being no danger to any others. I wouldn't want to be the poor innocent girl, mistakenly taking the wrong drink and drugging myself out of my eyeballs. I see Daniella. She's sat with Logan. They look to be having fun. She keeps flipping her hair trying to impress him, and he's staring into his orange juice with a blush and a smile.
"I'm gonna go talk to the guys."
"Why do you hang with those losers, Okay Daniella's kinda hot, bur Logan? I've never met a bigger geek in my life."
"Oh, he's nice."
"Nice, since when did we care about nice... honestly Zo. I don't know what's gotten into you recently." He puts his drink down and places his hands on my waist.
"Later, gotta dash."

I scuttle over to Daniella and Logan.
"Hi." I breathe.
"Oh it's you."
"Logan, get over yourself, I'm here to talk to Daniella." Daniella sighs.
"Zoey..." She whines. "I was about to score." She whispers at me. I glance at Logan. No way is he
"Chase just spiked my drink." I hiss.
"Oh yeah, and you're acting all innocent."
"Excuse me Logan, but I believe I was talking to her."
"He's right Zo. You come back into our dorm most nights at 2am, either drunk, with Chase, high, or several times all three."
"I'm not a bad girl Daniella. Not at heart." I promise. She sighs.

"Yeah right." Logan mutters. I feel guilty.
"Ok, ok. So I'm no angel. But Logan give me a break here!"
"Why should I! You've never given me a break." He pushes his glasses further up his nose. "You've called me names, you've had me beaten up, you've made my life a living hell for three years Brooks." I start to cry.
"Zoey?" Daniella asks in slight shock. I guess Goth!Zoey doesn't cry that often. "Why the sudden change of heart?" She asks. Logan stares at my drink and then puts two and two together.
"He's got you pregnant, hasn't he."
"God I hope not." If he has I'll kill him.
"Oh my GOD Zoey! Take a test."
"No, I don't think I'm pregnant. It's just... I can't play the bad girl. It bites."
"Come on, let's get you out of this party shall we?" Daniella says softly. Logan stands up too.

"Zo, where ya goin!" Chase demands. He catches up to us as we leave.
"I'm leaving Chase."
"Oh no you're not. If you leave you leave with me." He orders. He slides his arm around my waist.
"Zoey..." Asks Logan cautiously.
"I'll be ok." I promise. Chase leads me out. I lead the way though, I have decided I know where to go. I take him to the field.

As myself, I've been here on a date twice. Two different guys. It's really romantic. I sit down on the bone dry grass.
"Bad girl." He smirks. "I thought you said we couldn't go outside."
"I'm not intending to GO anywhere with you tonight."
"Oh great, are you on the month? Sheesh you girls should wear signs when you do that."
"No I'm not. I'm putting my foot down here Matthews. I'm tired of being your girl and not your girlfriend. I won't jump into bed with you everytime you snap your fingers."
"What is with you today Zoey! You sound like that freaky bible worship dude in our Math class."
"Maybe I have ethics. Maybe I have morals. Maybe I'm tired of being in love but not loved." Oops. Did I just say the 'L' word. He growl. He then takes my shoulders and pins me to the ground, he climbs ontop of me.
"You don't know how good you have it Brooks." He growls at me. I breathe in sharply. "Come on, why are you suddenly acting like a total V."
"Touch me and I'll scream Rape so loud the boys in Bradford hall will hear." I hiss at him. He growls again.
"You wouldn't DARE!"
"I'm sick of being your doormat Matthews. I need more out of life." He climbs off me. Then he leaves. he doesn't say anything. He just leaves.

He's not my boyfriend. I'm not his girlfriend. Then why do I feel so guilty?

Yawn. It's morning. Wake wakey time. Unfortunately when I get up, I'm faced with getting into all these horrid gothic clothes. I refuse to put on the make up.
"Are you ok Zo?"
"Word is, Matthews finally grew tired of her. Wanted a new play toy." Quinn says with an evil smile.
"Actually. I dumped him." I whisper to Daniella.
"Good for you Zo, you deserve better."
"I'm not a bad girl." I repeat. She nods. The door bursts open and a tall blonde boy hurries in.

"Zoey! Chase is on the warpath!" He squeaks. His voice seems way too young for him. He's six and a half feet easy. Taller than Chase and Logan.
"Oh god, what's he done?" Asks Quinn, suddenly her phony, voice replaced by a danger struck voice.
"Word is he's put someone in hospital."
"No way!" I say in shock. Chase Matthews? A violent offender. No way in hell. Daniella's phone rings. She dives for it.

"Hello?" she asks. "Oh my GAWD! Are you ok? Like how bad? Meet me in two minutes?Thanks."
"Who was that?"
"I found out who Chase beat up." She says bursting into tears.
"Who?"
"Logan."

A/n: Haha. Evil!Chase.

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