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Understandably Daniella and I are both upset with Quinn. Nevermind upset, I'm more than ready to tear her head off and Daniella is ready to... smear her with lipstick? I dunno what can bimbo's do in fights? Scratch. Yeah Daniella's got superly long nails... could be painful.
"We weren't even a couple!" She wails at me from her bed.
"He never loved me..." I spit, too wrapped up in my own thoughts to care over her and Logan.
"He never SAID he loved me." Daniella stressed sadly, pouring over her gossip magazine.
"I'm having his BABY!" I breathe in disbelief.
"Men!" We say together. Daniella bursts into tears, I growl and bash my head deliberately and rhythmically against the head of the bed.
"Stop that you'll hurt yourself." Snapped Nikki coming into the room. I glare at her. "Go talk to Chase if you're that pissed at him. Daniella, Logan's upset and thinks you hate him... go talk to HIM!" She's so bossy.
"Who died and made you queen." I hiss.
"The goth princess and the..." She looks at Daniella. "The other Princess." She shrugs lamely. "Just GO." she grabs Daniella's arm and looks at me.
"Don't even think it." I warn her. If she goes for my arm I'll smack her.
"Suit yourself."

The scene is pitiful, and not something I'm used to. Dana would never let Nicole boss her around like this. Nikki flings open the door and reveals Logan who looks very sheepish, in one hand is a bouquet of flowers.
"I'm uhm... sorry?" He suggested. Daniella whimpers. I think I'm gonna throw up.
"Are you... sorry?"
"So!" He breathed. "Son so much!" I stand up. I can't take this. I'm surrounded by morons and pretty boys. I pull on my jacket and grab my lighter, barging past the three guys I walk right out.

The thing that bothered me most... was not Quinn's absent gloating, it was Chase. He just sorta struts now, hits on ANYTHING female... I swear he's forgotten I exist.
"I liked him better when he was suicidal." I growl. Who does he think he is King of the schoolyard?
"So who spit in your coffee?" Nikki asks.
"Quinn." Daniella fields sticking her tongue out at the tantrum prone tomboy. Nikki had tried to make Daniella and Logan talk and it hadn't worked, the two had actually made up over breakfast and just not chosen to announce it publicly.
"I don't spit." Quinn says straightening her skirt pristinely. "It's a dirty habit." She then looked actually slightly guilty. "And relax it's not like it's the first time we've ever done it." This is not the thing to say to cheer me up. I'm a mess. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, I'm not sure if he sees this or if he just chose that moment, but Chase drops a screwed up ball of paper infront of me and walks away.

Cautiously I unfold it.
'My room ten minutes, Chase'
"How demanding is he!" Daniella seethed.
"You don't have to jump for him anymore Zo, he calls you, you don't have to go running. We're here for you." Logan says placing a hand on my shoulder, I hurriedly shrug it off.
"Yeah well, maybe I wanna jump." I say distractedly. I don't so much want to be his slave but I do need to vent. I need to scream and shout and complain... and whereas Chase IS a jerk, hey at least he knows the story. I gather my belongings and head slowly up to his room.

"S'up Brooks." He says casually as I enter. I maintain a rigid stance.
"I'm fed up." I said blandly.
"No duh." He rolls his eyes and sits on the bed, leaning against the wall so lax and casual. It's sickening
"You have NO idea do you!" I seethe, deciding now's the time to vent. "You've got this lovely girl who's hopelessly in love with you, who's carrying your baby, and you're sleeping around with... with... that..." Words fail me. "So-and-so Quinn Pensky!"
"Zoey never cared." Chase says so lazily. I growl.
"I think she did."
"I knew her better than you." He snaps absently. I think somewhere he sorta misses his Zoey... his lacky... his slave.

"You are forgetting Chase Bartholomew Matthews..." He growls at the mention of his middle name. "She's me. Maybe not in mind but in body and in soil. She is me..." My voice at this point cracks. "I care Chase." I hang my head awkwardly.
"Yeah... well... I don't." His voice actually sounds careless... maybe I'm wrong. my mom always raised me to try see the good in everyone, but perhaps there just is no good in Chase. "And I gotta get my kicks somewhere Brooks... Quinn's a bitch yeah... but she's easy." I've heard enough, call me emotional but I'm starting to sniffle and hastily wipe my eyes.
"Why does she let you treat her like this?" I breathe
"Quinn?" He asks confusedly.
"ZOEY!" I snap.
"I dunno..." He shrugs awkwardly.
"It's coz the's in LOVE with you Chase." I hiss at him. "She's in love with you. And she comes back again and again letting you hurt her... hoping for a little attention."

"You want attention?" He asks standing up suddenly, his fast approach to me makes me slightly nervous. He places his hands on my waist and pulls me close. "You want attention baby." He whispers roughly in my ear. "I'll give you it... you only have to ask." I shiver.
"Chase I think you're a moron." I said, hating to admit to myself I like being in his arms.
"You always did." He whispers, kissing my ear gently as he talks. I close my eyes, just enjoying the moment, almost forgetting I'm mad at him. I notice his hands creeping upwards.
"Stop it!" I order
"Shut up." He says ignoring my request.
"CHASE!" I breathe. "Touch any higher and I'll scream rape SO LOUD!" I say. He pulls back.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously..." I say solemnly. He leaves his hands where they are, on my upper back.
"I'll just stay here then..."
"Chase..." I warn. He smirks and in almost a singsong voice says
"Not going any higher."

So I just let him. He does as told and doesn't move, until I give a dodgy squawk and he panics and lets me go.
"What's wrong?" He questions.
"Uh... the baby kinda moved..." I say embarrassedly, I can't believe I flapped so much. The look on his face is amazing, his eyes are wide and his expression is soft.
"For real?" He whispers.
"For real..." I say. I like this... the mood is so gentle. It feels nice. His eyes fix on my stomach.
"Can... can I feel?" He asks cautiously. I'm confused.
"Chase, WHY do you need to ask me if you can feel your own baby but you DON'T ask to stick your hands up my shirt." He shrugs.
"Polite I guess."
"Okay..."

He touches one hand to my stomach over my t-shirt very gently... all I can do it look at him. It's a beautiful sight.
"My sleeping around REALLY bothers you doesn't it?" he asks, still in the same hushed manner.
"Yes."
"Kay..." He sighs softly. "Ok... I'll try not to do it anymore." Oh. My. God.
"Thanks SO much!" I say, and I kiss him.
"There's my Zoey..." He wraps his arms around me and cuddles me. THIS is what I want in life. "I think when Zoey gets back..."
"IF..." I say hesitantly.
"WHEN Zoey gets back... her and I have to have a serious talk."
"About?" I question.
"That's between me and her." He kisses my forehead. "Question... does 'No Sleeping' mean 'No fooling'?"
"No fooling!" I say firmly. He sighs heftily.
"You are SO lucky you're pretty."

Ok, so it's been two weeks and Chase has been REALLY good with me, and more importantly, with other girls. Quinn's kinda mad at me but everyone else seems genuinely pleased he's calmed down. Daniella and Logan are constantly together, Nikki's kinda annoying and Quinn doesn't like me. I'd really rather not talk to the Giant or the Holyman... and I really need to talk to someone. The bump is growing more and more and I'm running out of time to make a decision. It's not my baby... but it is Chase's. So... I guess he's the authority. I'm nervous about asking him but here I am... in his bedroom, sat on his bed, cross legged asking him advice on this.
"I'm not asking what's right... I'm asking what Zoey would want." I say eventually.
"Does it actually matter? You're the one having it." He seems so hesitant on the matter.
"Chase..." I say warningly. "It's not my body... and it's not my baby. Did she ever tell you what she'd do?" I ask. I'm trying to be rational here and he's being difficult.

"Yeah... yeah she'd uhm.." He pushed his hair out of his eyes, he looks so wild with it straightened. I love it... but I don't like that the other girls love it. "She'd... she'd keep it." I can see right through it. I'm terrified
"OH GOD... Oh god oh god... She'd abort it? Chase what do I do!" I start to cry.
"No... No she wouldn't abort it. She said she'd have it adopted... and then throw me off Mystic Cliff for making her pregnant in the first place." He nods.
"Adoption? But... that takes months! We'd have to get started like..." I start trying to calculate.
"Next week..." he says nodding "Zo... if she gets back and doesn't want it I'll keep it."
"YOU'RE INSANE!" I howl. "You're asking me to disrespect everyone of her beliefs...to keep a baby that's not wanted!"

"Listen I am NOT insane Little Miss Parallel Universe! This is MY kid!" Chase growls. He's angry. I stand up.
"It's MY body!"
"Shut up." He says. "It's NOT it's Zoey's body. And you're NOT Zoey." The arguing continues and we get madder and madder. There are tears on my face and I'm utterly fed up. I'm screaming and he's screaming and the baby's wriggluing... and then he loses it. he smacks me. I wasn't expecting it, it hurt really bad, and the shock sent me backwards. My head slams very hard against the bedpost and I feel my eyes closing.
"Oh my god Zo no... no I never meant that... you made me mad!" He cries. "Open your eyes. Please Zo please... please. Zoey I love you." He kisses me.

"Chase?" She asked sleepily. "My head hurts... what happened?"
"Zo..." He stroked her hair back. She looked at him confused.
"Did you just say you loved me?" She breathed starting to come too properly.
"Yeah. Yeah I do babe." He knew his girl was back.

My eyes flicker open to the room. There are dozens of heads all peering down at me.
"She's awake!" Says a relieved rocker chick. I scream.
"DANIELLA!"
"Call me that EVER again and you die a horrid death!" Dana says furiously, helping me to my feet. Logan snickered.
"Daniella?"
"OH MY GOD!" I cry looking at the jock that stands before me. "LOGAN!" I hug him. "You should go shirtless more often." He looks awkward. I'm so giddy right now.
"Uh... thanks?"
"Zoey... are you ok?" A voice asks. THAT VOICE. I spin on my heels and just stare at the bushy haired boy looking very concerned. I throw myself into his arms.
"Chase!" I breathe as he hugs me I stroke his face lovingly. "I love you!" I shake my head as soon as I've said it. "No I don't... I do but... I mean I'm IN love with you!" I blurt so fast. I don't wait for him to answer, instead I kiss him quickly and deeply. He doesn't repond but I'm sure it's just out of shock.
"Did she hit her head?" Nicole asks flicking her hair back. It was weird for Nicole to see me so hyper as it was normally herself that was the peppy bouncy ball of sugar energy.

"Yeah..." Chase says in awe. "But that's beside the point. I love you too. I mean... I'm IN love with you." He corrects himself. Then I get my wish. he kisses me so softly, and this time I know he means it. It feels kinda weird not to be pregnant but I'm so glad of it. My hands slowly tangle in his hair and I pull back admiring it.
"Chase?" I say fluffing it between my fingers as my friends watch in slight shock. "Do me a favor? Never... EVER straighten your hair?"
"Uhm... O-kay."
"Yeah I think you need to go to the nurse... come on." Logan puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me from the room. I can't help but hope things worked out with Zoey and Chase... but if she's anything like me... I glance at Chase. They will be.

A/n: The end.