A/n: FAILTE. Wow people like this story… weird much.

Chapter 4:

For a few moments there is silence. My hand on his arm, he's just staring at me. Damn his eyes! Why did I never look at my Chase's eyes like this? Wait a second… did I just say MY Chase? Well… I may be back to blonde but I'm still Goth!Zoey for the moment, so I guess this is my Chase now. He pulls back, turns round and sits back at the table in a mood. He grabs his fork and spears it into his meatballs. He's definitely angry, or upset, or both. I look at Dustin. He hasn't moved. The horrible thought occurs to me that he might be dead. The playground has gone deathly silent.
"Dustin?" I say very cautiously. "Dustin…" I step towards him. He suddenly springs up to his full height, which is, as I must state once again, monstrously tall.

"I can fight my own battles you don't have to jump in and protect me all the time!" He yells at me. Ok… so Dustin got like this some times. Sure he snapped and wanted me to stop treating him like a baby, but he has NEVER yelled at me before. Never.
"Oh yeah because you were really handling that!" I screech at him. I don't know why I'm so mad. All I want to do is cry and hug him… but I can't. That would be bang out of order for Goth!Zoey, however much she reinvented herself.

"I wanna kill him!" He says. MY Dustin, my baby brother… he would never be this aggressive. He goes for Chase again, starting toward him. Chase looks furious at the fact that I gave him the eyes and am taking it aggressive with my own brother. I grab Dustin and try to hold him back.
"WOULD YOU STOP BEING SUCH A BABY AND LET ME HANDLE THIS!" I scream at him. He's a lot bigger than I am… despite being two years younger than me, and holding him off is proving difficult.
"What the hell did I do!" Chase yells. Just what I need. Now I have HIM having a go. I tell you, if I live through my stay in this world, I'm going to end up slashing my wrists. Ugh.
"Chase stay out of this." I beg.
"You… you…" Dustin tries to push past me and he actually hurts me. He doesn't mean to. "You jerk I… I oughta… ZOEY LET GO!"
"No!" I protest.

"Ok, for the record, she broke it off NOT me so your issue is with your stupid slut of a sister here, and not me so back off Brooks." I know he doesn't mean it. Chase is very mad. I've seen that look in his eyes. He doesn't hate me, however much he says it.
"Well you're the bastard that got her pregnant!" Dustin cries. Wow, a bad word for a Brooks. Chase falters. Suddenly he's not mad anymore.

"What…" He whispers.
"You heard me!" Dustin claws at him over my shoulders, I won't be able to hold him back for much longer.
"Dustin you have this all wrong!" I beg with him. "I don't even know if I'm…"
"NOW it makes sense." Chase groans. "Shit." Ok people on this planet swear a lot… Dustin breaks my grasp and stands looking down at Chase. I don't know what to do. Chase could easily kill Dustin… but if I actually am pregnant I probably should avoid getting into fights. Dustin's eyes are alight with rage. Chase looks perplexed. "I didn't know." He tells Dustin earnestly.

"Well you were the one screwing her… she's underage Matthews!" Dustin punches Chase square in the jaw. Ouch… that has gotta hurt. Chase doesn't retaliate. Instead he raises his hand to his own mouth and wipes away the blood. He looks at me.
"That's why you needed more." He says in slight shock, well it's not the way I would have chosen for him to find out. "You've been a little off with me for weeks now…" Oh god. The more I hear from my friends the more likely it seems that Goth!Zoey has got me pregnant. Damn her! This is MY body and I may be paying for her mistakes! "because you were having a baby."
"Don't talk to her!" Dustin warns with a menacing growl.
"Dustin…" I beg. "Don't…"
"WHAT'S MOM GONNA SAY!" He yells at me.
"I… I dunno…" I'm shaking.

"Zoey…" Daniella begs from the sidelines. I ignore her.
"I don't even know if I am yet, Dustin." Well… I think I've decided I'm going to have to take a test.
"Well… find out." Chase stalks off. Dustin makes to go after him. I know I have to stop him and it's time to resort to drastic measures. I burst into tears, scaring everyone. I'm good at turning the waterworks on and off. It's fun to see the effects on people. In my world I can make Logan apologise for ANYTHING, just by shedding a few bunny tears. It's a guys one weakness.
"Zo, it's ok…" He whispers, he wraps his arms around me. Sometimes it feels nice just to know you're loved.

Well. Test well and truly taken.
Dustin well and truly mad.
Daniella well and truly annoying!

I slide into 32, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. Logan looks up from his desk. It's time for lunch the day after the fight and he's curled up in his room reading a book..
"What do you want?" I approach Chase's bed and place the test on his pillow. I turn to leave. "I think Chase is in the shower." He says.
"Well uh… it's not important." I shrug and attempt to walk out again.
"Positive or negative?"
"None of your business." If he wants to know he can look at the test, I'm not saying anything. I actually bump into Chase in the corridor, then I continue walking. I don't want to talk to him either!

The more I think about it the stupider the idea of a parallel universe seems. I'm starting to think I'm insane. That maybe I invented my tiny little brother, the rebel that was Dana Cruz, the rich egotistical jerk named Logan Reese, the kind caring soul that was Nicole, the… not bible-obsessed Michael, the insanity that was Quinn and the oh so wonderful Chase Matthews. Maybe I have amnesia and am just being led to believe that that was my life? Maybe I'm delusional? Maybe I'm dreaming? But if I'm dreaming which part is a dream and which is reality? Have I even seen reality yet? My head hurts.

"So…" Quinn says in sing-song. "What was the result?"
"Get stuffed Pensky, we all know you don't give a damn, gossip monger." Daniella says. "You know that whatever it is Zoey's good to go." I haven't told anyone yet, I want Chase to be the first to know. Which annoyed Dustin. It made Daniella annoying. And Michael gave me a lot of lectures about me going to hell for pre-marital sex. I'm not guilty! I didn't do it! Goth!Zoey did, but I'll look stupid if I say that. Nikki went all rolly eyed on me, said we're both to blame, we're as bad as each other and it'd serve me right if I was pregnant. Great friends I have huh? I guess Goth!Zoey wasn't big on friendship, I think I have her pegged. She was very secluded, isolated and didn't like to discuss emotion. A bad girl, smoker, drinker and drug abuser… but I think she had a heart.

Chase and I… we click. He got upset when I called it off, meaning that there's evidently something he didn't like about it. I spoke to Daniella and all his other girlfriends just stop being his slut… they never interact with him. Chase came crawling back to me. I think… I think he's in love. Which is sort of sweet.
"I'm good to go." I reassure her. She hesitates.
"You going to stop smoking?"
"Who said I was pregnant?" I demand. They're assuming already.
"So you're not?"
"I never said that either." I growl. I look through my drawers, desperate for a photo album or something from MY past and not hers. Nothing but a packet of cigarettes. I know I hated it, I know I said I would never smoke again but… I'm seriously stressed out. I grab it and walk into the yard.

Back behind the bike sheds I realise I don't have a lighter. Oh well, it's probably not a good idea anyway, I may go back to being me and find I'm hooked.
"Mind if I join you?" Chase asks calmly. I shrug.
"Free world." I say. He sparks up and then hands me his lighter. I take it. I don't know. I have one thought then another contrasting one and it just confuses me so much.
"Any plans?" He asks me curiously. He doesn't look at me, fair goes though, I'm not looking at him.
"For when?" I don't inhale this time, just exhale. I don't choke at any rate. I'm too much of a novice at smoking to draw back yet.
"Tonight." He shrugs.
"Dunno…" I'm being honest.. I have no clue.

He flicks the ash off the end and then looks at the half smoked cigarette in my hand.
"I'll quit if you will." He says suddenly. I shrug.
"Why'd you want me to quit?" I ask curiously.
"It's… not… good." He says eventually.
"Never stopped us before." I argue.
"S'different now…" He mutters softly. See… he's not a bad boy. He doesn't treat me too badly… just when we're in public, and I'm sure I could fix that.
"I don't really see how." I shrug.
"You're pregnant!" He growls at me. I freeze. When I said I wanted Chase to be the first to know… I MEANT the first. I didn't look. I couldn't look.
"You saw the test then?" I ask cautiously.

"Yes." He says, taking the cigarette from my hand. I snatch it back. Ouch. Note to self, when grabbing a smoke make sure to grab unlit end. My eyes start to water, I switch hands and pretend it never happened. "Zo…" He warns.
"Quit telling me what to do Matthews!" Ok, last name time. Something's up. I guess I'm mad.

"No I won't…" He throws away his own half-smoked cigarette and looks at me begging me to do the same. I raise my hand slowly and drag back staring him in the eye. Don't choke Zo. Whatever you do don't choke. I don't choke. "Come on that shits bad for you and you know it." He warns.
"And that's what you were saying when you were spiking my drink was it?" He groans.
"Stop being so bitchy." He complains. I shake my head and mimic him.
"No I won't."
"Cute Zo, real cute." I can see he's stressed. He's in a pickle of a jar of a situation. I hand him the last bit of my nicotine-fix.

"You need that more than I do." I say sympathetically. He throws it down and steps on it
"You're quitting." He orders.
"Make me." I challenge.
"Look I can't say it Zoey!" He growls at me. He turns to face me and he places a hand on the wall either side of my head. It feels very invasive.
"Say what?" I whisper.
"I can't say I love you because I don't ok." He looks furious at one of us. I just wish I knew which one.
"Then that's that, it's over." I say calmly.
"No." He pleads.
"Yes Chase… Over." I assure him. I want another cigarette. Damn Chase, now he's got me to be a nicotine addict.
"I'm Chase Matthews, I don't fall in love Zoey."
"I made no such promise." I shake my head. He sighs.

"You're the last one Zo…" He whispers, moving even closer.
"What?"
"You're my last hope." He lowers one hand to cup my face.
"I don't want to be your last hope Chase…" Well I don't. I want to be a girlfriend, and not a mom. I want to be his girlfriend not his girl. He can't give me that.
"You are the only person who's ever set me straight…" He whispers. "You're the only one who I can't say no to…" He plays absently with a few stray strands of my blonde hair.
"Then you're in love." I say hopefully. He leans down and kisses me.

Why's he have to go and be such a great kisser!
"Please?" He whispers.
"No Chase… it's all or nothing." I say firmly.
"But you're having my baby."
"Get over it." I hiss. I refuse to let that be his reason for keeping me under his thumb. I push past him and leave him there.

I am nobody's doormat.

A/n: Ok very depressing. Please review.