A/N: Here's Chapter 19. You know how school is. I hate school but I have to go. It's Thanksgiving up North so I have time a little to write for you guys. Now this chapter revolves around Chase and Stan for a while so thanks for reviewing and continuing to review. My favourite couple for this story is Michael/Vanessa but they won't be happy for long. Some bumps along the way. Keep in mind that Dana/Logan, Vanessa/Michael, and Quinn/Matt aren't officially bf-gf. Just Chase/Zoey and Stan/Nicole are.

Ok, now glad we got that cleared up, enjoy the chapter. There will be humorous parts so it will make you laugh.

Chapter 19: My Own Personal Hell

So, I'm driving home from the club, Zoey dragged me to. Don't get me wrong. It was lots of fun. All nine of us just hanging out on a Friday night. Then, I'm back for shots. See, Vanessa struck a deal with Zoey and Nicole. Stan and I have to drink, but when we're hung over the next morning, they get to yell at us all they like. I laughed a little, as I drove back. I could make out Zoey's car on my right side. Oh, and there's Quinn. Cool.

Speaking of Quinn… She seems to have bounced from Mark and Matt. Quinn must like guys that begin with the letter M (besides Michael). I'm just weird like that. Yep, that's me. Chase the Weird guy. Michael and Vanessa kissed. That's so awesome, but one problem: Logan. Logan's her ex-boyfriend, and is sort of with Dana, whose been Vanessa's best friends since they were in diapers. Somehow I've been dragged into it all… How does that happen? Seriously? I'll leave the psychology to my twin brother.

Now I get the feeling, he's going to call me. What the? Why do I hear Devil In A Midnight Mass?

"Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life
Violent knight at the edge of your knife
Guilty, guilty... won't make it right
Silent night—" the caller ID flashed BRENT. Ha! See, that twin thing works.

"The Matthews twin telepathy strikes again!" I answered my brother with a laugh. We sound the same but there's a major difference between us. I'm slightly skinner than him, and he plays football as a quarterback. I would die on the field, on the other hand, but I'm three and a half minutes younger. "What's up, Brent?"

I know how to multi-task, especially when driving. He replied, "Nothing much, except the fact that the Crowes moved back so Lily's over there with Jeff, and, uh, yeah, there's something else."

Now he got my attention, "Yeah, I already know about the Crowes being back because Stan actually goes to PCA. I swear to God Brent, if you mention my crush on Anita, I'll kill you when I get back."

He laughed, "Ah, you know me too well."

"Twin telepathy always works," I teased. "Ok, you mentioned something else. Whaddup?"

"Oh, about that…well, you're not going to like it…"

"Um, well, maybe two, or three words will sum it all up," Brent said on the other end of the phone. "Maniac Myers. PCA. Put two and two together, dude."

Maniac Myers. PCA. I remained silent as my brain put the pieces together. My mind went back to three years ago…

"You are so self-centred, you know," she said to me. Yeah, and she's a saint. Yeah, right.

"Yeah, and you're Mother Teresa," I shot back. "I heard what you said about Stan. I don't like you, but now I hate you, and believe me. I'm not the type of kid to hate. I'll make sure Stan breaks up with you. You're too damn clingy anyway."

She glared at me, "Just in case you haven't noticed Matthews, you're lonely."

That was it! It was on!

"Ok, Myers," I started with an angry tone. I spat out her last name like it was poison. "If all girls were like you, then I'd rather be lonely. You are evil, ok? I seriously hope Stan sees you for the psychopath you are."

"I hate you, Chase Matthews!" she screamed. See, told you. Psychopath. "Stan Crowe is MY boyfriend!"

"So, he's MY best friend, and I don't wanna see him get hurt…especially, by you."

She crossed her arms and smirked, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him…"

"You are a piece of work, honestly," I told the girl in front of me. "So you think it's ok, even though you cling on to Stan like saran wrap, which I think is pretty stupid…that you get make out with Alex McPherson. Oh, and look there's a hickey to prove it."

"You know nothing, Matthews. Nothing at all! You can't prove I made out with Alex."

"A-ha! You admitted it!" I said, with a triumphant smile. "You and Stan are so over, Chels."

"Don't call me that, Chase!" she growled. She's just mad because I booked her. I'm doing this for Stan. I don't even know why he's dating her. This is so messed up.

"Oh, gee. I think someone forgot their medication," I teased, with a smile. It's fun getting her worked up. We pretty much hate each other. Well, so what if I drenched her with water balloons…she deserved it. Brent helped too. "Oh, and for the record I hate you more."

"JERK!"

"PSYCHOPATH!"

"I'll get you," she threatened, as her eyes narrowed. I scoffed, and glared just as hard. Soon we were nose-to-nose.

"Not if I get you first…"

I snapped out of my flashback. I'm surprised I haven't crashed into a pole yet. I gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, as I remained on the phone. OH MY GOD! She…but…how…no! Chelsea Myers can't come to PCA. Absolutely not! Isn't there a law that can prevent this?

"Seriously, don't play like that!"

"I'm not," Brent explained. I'm trying so hard not to crash, which is pretty easy, considering I'm at an intersection. Only a couple more traffic lights to PCA. I drove again as the light turned green. He sighed. "Mom and Mrs. Myers still work at the same hospital, in case you have forgotten. She told Mrs. Myers PCA was a good school, and they considering sending Chelsea over. I'm giving you a heads-up. She has changed… both her looks and personality."

I was scared by now, "Um, how?"

"Well, she's a lot um, fuller…but…the girl is as mean as a rattlesnake."

"Oh. Great. That makes me feel a whole lot better…" I muttered, sarcastically. Apparently, he heard me.

"You're not scared, are you?"

Pfft, me? Scared of Chelsea Myers? Yeah, right. I could take her, but I'm too much of a gentleman…even if it is her.

I laughed nervously, as I neared PCA, "No. why would I be scared?"

"Oh-kay… whatever you say, bro…"

I tired, changing the subject.

"So, how's our little sister doing?"

"Well," Brent started, "today, she bit me…last week she cut holes in my drums…and she's trying something new. She put an air horn by my pillow and made it go off every half hour. I have the biggest headache ever. Lily's evil. Now that you're at boarding school she's torturing me now."

Lily is my 10-year-old sister. We have an…interesting relationship. She is like, the spawn on Earth. She's like the little girl on The Exorcist. I wouldn't be surprised if she could turn her head all the way around. Okay, that's creepy. Whenever me and Brent try to get her trouble, she put on this innocent act, which she uses on our parents. Brent and I end up getting grounded. Evil, evil girl… but she's my little sister and I guess you can say I love her, but I'm glad I'm not home right now.

"Oh, poor you," I laughed, as I teased my twin. "I'm all the way in California, so ha!"

"There's just so much brotherly love…" Brent replied, sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, and smiled. He spoke again, "So, any ladies?"

"Actually, yeah. Remember the girl I told you about? Blonde, beautiful, with the cutest personality ever…"

I could hear my brother laugh a little, "Slow down there, Casanova… Zoey, right? You sent me pictures of you and your friends… Logan, Dana, Nicole and Michael…"

I nodded, "Yeah… actually Zoey's my best friend, but now she's my girlfriend."

"Nice, she's a nice catch…" my twin said.

"I know…" I answered, as I drove down the road some more.

"Speaking of girlfriends… that Dana seems hot…" Brent seems hot. No! My brother cannot like Dana! That's Logan territory (Dana would kill me if she heard me say that), and I've had enough of Logan for one night with this Michael/Vanessa/Logan mess. Tell me, how I get myself into these messes? Maybe I was just born accident-prone too. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but Dana's kinda taken…"

"No, Chase. I don't want Dana… I was just going to ask if she had, I don't know, an equally cute twin sister."

"Well… actually she does," I replied, as I turned. I could see Brent's face lit up, because well, he looks like me. "Her name's Mercedes Cruz."

"Please dude? Talk to Dana, so she could talk to Mercedes… if you do this for me, I'll never ask you for anything again! Please… the Boston girls aren't what they used be. I mean, they're pretty but either they're personality challenged or just plain creepy. I'm desperate here…" Brent begged. I sighed, knowing we'd all be hung over, but fine I'll talk to Dana.

"Okay… I'll see what I can do, but I can't make any promises."

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks, man. I owe you one."

"Yes you do…"

We both laughed. I was going to tell Brent about Vanessa. Vanessa's pretty down-to-earth for someone that's known all over the world. She doesn't let it get to her head, you know? To top it off, she's as rich as Logan…if not richer. I like her, only as a really, really good friend. My heart belongs to Zoey. You should all know that.

"You'll never guess who else came to PCA today…"

"Who?" he asked. Yep, I got his attention now.

"Vanessa Stevens," I told him with a small smile on my face. "…and I know her. I'm friends with her."

"No freakin' way!" my twin brother breathed. "You don't know Vanessa Stevens… The Vanessa Stevens goes to Pacific Coast Academy? Are you pulling my chain, seriously?"

"I'm dead serious. She goes to PCA."

"You lucky bastard!" Brent said with a laugh. "Vanessa's dad makes the coolest movies ever, and you're cool with Logan Reese too, right? Vanessa is like, one of the best actresses ever!"

I know my brother. It takes a lot for him to make a powerful statement like that. You had be like, blow-your-mind good. He was always the picky one, everything from food to girls. I was easier, and I could adapt to things. I didn't know Vanessa acted. Maybe I should consider asking her to star in a couple of my plays, but I haven't had the inspiration to write anything yet. Writer's block is the worst.

"Yeah. I guess you can say that… Logan's actually my roommate."

"Wow," Brent said, sincerely. "Chase, you're doing pretty well for yourself. I'm happy for you, but come home for Winter Break and help me fend off Lily, will ya?"

"You know it," I replied, reassuringly. "…and thanks. That means a lot coming from you."

"Well, what can I say…? I'm just that loveable."

"Man, hang up before Lily kills you in your sleep," I said, laughing.

"Ok. I'll e-mail you, 'kay?"

"For sure," I said, with a nod even though he couldn't see it. "Later, Brent. Call me anytime and if the phones all shut down because a spontaneous freak accident, there's always twin telepathy."

"I'll take a rain check on that, but okay. Shit, Lily's upstairs, and I have to save my drums. See you on the other side, bro."

"Later," I said, finally as I hung up. I sighed putting my phone in the glove compartment. It was nice talking to Brent, but Chelsea Myers? Why her? Why her of all people? Stan didn't know yet. I fished for my phone (we were at an intersection, so I stopped) and flipped it open. I typed Stan a quick, and I mean quick, text message. That's what happens when three of your friends are girls.

Chelsea PCA soon! Ttyl later 4 details.

-Chase

I put my phone in the glove compartment, and sighed. I guess I have to prepare for everything about to unravel. You don't get it. Chelsea and I are like Dana and Logan, only we're not kissing each other whenever we please. No way in hell will that happen! I'd rather kiss a toad. I remember everything about her. I hate the way she'd walk around like she could never be caught, and our parents loved her.

I know better.

I guess it's up to me to take her down. She's no angel, let me tell you.

I'm the happiest guy on earth right now. Nicole and I drove side-to-side at the same pace. I think it's cute actually. Nicole's a happy person. I love the way she could be so clueless, yet she's so sunny and cheerful. Way different from Chelsea. Where has Nicole Bristow been all my life? She's so amazing, and the way her brown eyes just light up… it's like they always have a twinkle in them. One full of life, and one that makes Nicole so unique.

We went to a club but we didn't really dance… just make out and hold hands for the rest of the night. Nicole's an awesome kisser.

"Don't be sorry…" she said, as my eyes eventually locked with hers. What? "Don't be sorry, Stan… because I liked it a lot. I liked kissing you…"

A grin grew on my face, "Seriously Nicole?"

"Uh huh," she replied, nodding enthusiastically. Oh my God. If this is a dream, I never wanna wake up again!

I had one more question, "Um, Nicole?"

"Yes, Stan?"

"Uh, Nicole… willyoubemygirlfriend?"

"Huh?" Nicole questioned a confused look crossed her face, and her face changed into a thinking face. She's cute when she's confused. Then the biggest smile grew on her face. I think she understood me. "YES! Ohmigosh! Yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend!"

"W-what? You will?" I asked. I had to make sure I wasn't hearing things.

"Yes, silly!" Nicole said with a giggle. Then she frowned. "Unless, you don't like me because that would so be suckish and—"

"No, no…" I cut her off, laughing. "That's not it at all! In fact, I like you a lot."

"Yay!" she squealed, as I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I want to remember Nicole's scent forever. She put her arms around my neck, as I placed my arms around her waist. I leaned in and we kissed.

The pressure of her lips against mine felt awesome. It was short but the best kiss of my life. We parted, and rested our foreheads against each other.

Nicole's eyes twinkled happily, as I took her hand in mine…

"I love you, Nicole…"

She answered, "I love you too, Stan."

I pulled her into a hug.

I drove my Lincoln Navigator, in sync with Nicole's Hummer. I looked out of the corner of my eye and mouthed 'I love you'. She waved and blew a kiss at me. Nicole waved once more, and drove off, as Zoey's car was in the distance. My eyes were plastered to the night road ahead of me, and now it was just me and thoughts. I don't regret ever leaving Boston to come to PCA. I've made good friends over here, and I intend to get comfortable.

My phone went off, and I flipped it open, as I braked at an intersection. Hmm, a text message. I opened it and my eyes widened. No, this can't be happening. Chase can't be serious. Why the hell didn't anyone tell me anything? Fuck, I hate being left out, especially when it's involving my life.

Chelsea PCA soon! Ttyl 4 details

-Chase

I groaned, as I tossed my phone aside. Just when things were going great with Nicole. Chelsea is my past… she's supposed to stay there. I gripped the steering wheel with almost a death grip. Yeah, I know my knuckles are turning white. I hate this. I hate this so much that I'm on the brink of punching someone. Chase has some explaining to do, starting with if Chelsea is really coming to our school, and if so… does she have a different motive besides getting an education. Oh, wait. I should know the answer to that. Of course, she does.

Chase and Chelsea… well, it's like put a cat and dog in the same box, and shaking it up. It's World War 3. I'm glad Chase told me about her sooner. I owe him, which is why we have each other's backs. On top of that, our girlfriends are best friends (Zoey and Nicole)…so are we. So it works.

I ran a hand through my hair as I drove into the California night, getting close to PCA. Chelsea is a shadow… a shadow that refuses to leave me alone. I can't take it! I'm going to need more than just shots of tequila… Something stronger would be nice.

Hi. I'm Stanley Andrew Crowe, and I have just been damned to my own personal hell.

A/N: There's Chapter 19. Chelsea is NOT nice and will cause drama…that's all I can tell you. Some hearts will be broken. As for Logan/Dana/Michael/Vanessa, things get difficult, and things DEFINITELY heat up. There's your little preview. I'm off to go to bed, so while I sleep soundly… send me those lovely reviews. Was this chapter good? Bad? Tell me. Whose POV do you want next? Dana, Logan, or Michael? As for updating stories, Chapter 10 of Clash of the Secrets will be out next weekend.

On a random note, I'm dying to see Hot Dean…apparently Chase and Zoey almost kiss in this episode. Can't wait!

Tell me in a review whose POV who want next, and thanks so much for still reading. You guys rock!

--Erika x3