Reunited
-Chapter 13-
Zoey sat on her bed. A cellphone in her shaking head held up to her ear. "Location?"
"Lake Geneva, Wisconsin."
"I'll connect you," the voice said trough the other end.
After a few moments of impatiently waiting, a deeper voice asked,"Can I help you?"
"Um, yeah. I'm looking for a taxi service that has service from Lake Geneva to Chicago."
"Alright, you can try Rayford's Transportation and see if they can do it. The number is 1-234-786-4676," The man replied.
"Ok, thanks." Zoey hung up and called the number that was given to her.No one was picking up. After re-dialing and listening to the message about five times, she gave up and collapsed on the bed. How would she get out of this? It was a long way back to the airport. About two and a half hours to be exact. There was no way she would ask Chase for a ride. But her father was back home practicly on his death bed.There was no telling what would happen. I have to make it home on time, she thought as she peeled off her dirty clothes and started to put fresh ones on. Maybe she should just swallow her pride, go back downstairs, apologize for blowing up, and-
Knock, Knock.
"Don't come in. I'm getting dressed," Zoey shouted.
"Zoey,come on. You don't need to make excuses. I know you're upset,"Chase replied as he started to open the door.
Zoey rushed to it when it was open about two inches,"No! Chase I really am getting dressed!" She pushed the door shut and locked it.
"Sorry," Chase mumbled. She could tell he was embarressed by his voice."Uh, do you need a ride to the airport?"
"Yeah," Zoey said quietly and than swallowed her pride and asked him,"Can you give me a ride? I'll pay you."
"No. Michael already agreed to drop you off at the airport.He said he's ready to go whenever you're ready. Just wanted to let you know," Chase said, with that he turned around and walked back downstairs.
Zoey sighed and finished getting dressed. A mixture between dread, anger, and sadness rushed through her body. This trip wasn't a dream, it was more like a nightmare. Zoey quickly threw all her clothes and other belongings in her suitcase. She got her carryon bag ready too. A bottle of water, a baby book that Dana had given her, and her wallet. There was only one last thing unpacked-her journal. Those were the thoughts she was avoiding. Who stole her journal and read it? Which one of her friends would stoop to that level? Zoey tore a sheet of paper out of the pink book, found a pen on the desk, and grabbed some cash out of her wallet.
Dear Chase and Christine,
Thanks for all you've done. Here's money for the gas, food, etc. Enjoy you're lives together.
-Zoey
With that she left a wad of money beside the note on the neat, made bed, shoved the journal in her bag, picked up her suitcase and walked downstairs where Dana, Logan, Michael, and Nicole were sitting in the living room laughing about something. The only one that was missing was Chase. Zoey stood by the door. "Michael, can you take me now?" The laughter stopped and everyone's eyes were on her.
Michael put down his apple cider, picked up his keys,"Uh...yeah just let me get ready." He stood up and dashed up to his room to go get his coat. Zoey looked away from the silent group and stared at the front door. It was an interesting front door alright, Zoey observed. It was wooden and white with six small glass windows.
"Zoey?" Nicole asked.
"Yeah?" Zoey turned around and saw all Nicole, Dana, and Logan standing there.
"We're going to miss you," Dana said.
"Yeah, uh, sorry about your dad," Logan added.
Zoey sighed,"It's alright."
"And we just want to let you know that we had nothing to do with your journal being in the kitchen. Well except I found it on the floor in the hallway and brought it down. But I swear we didn't read it it anything," Nicole said in her same quick peppy manner as usual.
Zoey sighed again and gave them a tight lipped smile,"I don't even care anymore. Forget about it."
"We have to do this again sometime," Dana said.
"Yeah come up in Minnesota and visit us,"Logan added. Grace was in his arms. He was rocking her gently. Zoey was in awe as to how much Logan and Dana had changed since they got married and had a baby.Seeing Grace sleeping reminded her of her own child growing. In six months she could hold him/her like that.
"Sure." Zoey said and then she quickly added,"Oh and uh by the way. I'm pregnant."
"Really? That's great! Oh my goodness..."Nicole rambled on like she always did. Logan was saying something but she didn't hear him. Something was missing. Wasn't Chase even going to say good-bye?
"Hey, guys where did Chase go?" Zoey started to ask as Michael ran down the stairs.
"Alright, Zoey let's go!" Michael said. He picked up her bag and started to open the door.
"Wait. Where's Chase?" Zoey asked.
"He went over to Christine's place," Michael replied with a quick comforting squeeze on her shoulder.
"Oh," Zoey waved a quick silent good-bye to her friends as she left the house and got into Michael's rental car. He didn't even say good-bye, Zoey thought as her body quickly went from warm to frozen in the cold car. She crossed her arms and rested her head on the window, trying to fall asleep so the long car ride would go quicker. And she would be home sooner.
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A/N: Well...all I can say is...don't hate me. Not yet anyway. The story isn't over. he he. :)
P.S. Disregaurd all author's notes I've written about being "in love".
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