Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first update in a while, as you may have noticed. I had a huge case of writer's block for about ten days, but the other day I was suddenly super inspired, so you can expect maybe two more chapters to be posted pretty quickly after this one. Anyway, this chapter is from Zoey's point of view. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Zoey 101 and all related characters are not my own.

Fresh Jealousy: Zoey
Monday, November 13th, 2006 (7:14 am)

Beeeeeep, beeeeeep, beeeeeep… BEEEEEEEEP.

"WILL SOMEBODY TURN THAT GODDAMN THING OFF!"

Groggily I open my eyes to see Nicole, yawning, stretching and complaining incoherently about the time. A pair of eyes staring at me from under a mass of blankets tells me that Lola's wide awake as well. I blink, my eyesight adjusting to the bright daylight poring into our lavender room through the gap in the curtains.

"Who s'd that?" I mumble sleepily, rubbing my eyes with a free hand as I stretch my left arm upwards. My friends simply look back at me, clearly as confused as I am.

"I thought it was you," offers Nicole finally, slowly. "Then I thought that if it was you, I wouldn't talk to you for awhile 'cause you're obviously in a bad mood. And bad moods are suckish… but it wasn't you?"

I shake my head and stand up slowly, slipping my feet into my periwinkle slippers and checking the clock mounted on our wall: seven fourteen. Well, now we have at least one reason to be thankful for the interruption: we probably wouldn't have woken up at all if it wasn't for the yelling, and the beeping and the… noise.

"Wait, our alarm clock is being repaired by Quinn… so what was that beeping sound?" Lola asks, poking her head out from her fort, eyebrows furrowed. I gaze thoughtfully at the door; she's got a point there. Suddenly, the outburst comes again, startling us out of our trance-like state that comes hand in hand with waking up.

"QUINN! HOW THE HELL D'YOU TURN THIS OFF!"

Dazed, I turn my attention towards the wall separating our room and Quinn's. A smile slowly spreads across my face and soon I'm sitting on the floor laughing deliriously. Nicole puts her ear to the wall and grins, giggling to herself. I lean against my bedframe, rubbing my eyelids sleepily.

"What's so funny?" Lola asks, pressing her ear to the wall and evidently hearing nothing.

Nicole and I look at each other before replying in unison.

"Dana."

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"I dunno how you guys heard me; I wasn't yelling that loudly," mumbles Dana into her steaming coffee cup. We're sitting on the bleachers by the basketball court with the rest of the upper school. Dean Rivers has arranged an assembly for this morning, meaning we don't have first class. That's actually kind of a relief, 'cause I didn't do my History homework.

I know, I know: Zoey Brooks not doing her homework? Definite apocalypse, right? It's just that with Dana getting back and all, there was no time to worry about school. Besides, what life skills can I possibly achieve from colouring a map of France?

"Dana, the people at my old school in Kansas probably heard you," Nicole teases as she glances around the basketball court, searching for somebody. Somebody named Liam.

"Found Liam yet?" I ask her in a sing-song voice, smiling broadly.

"Pfft, Liam? I'm not looking for Liam," she scoffs. Lowering her voice, she asks in a rushed voice, "Why, have you seen him? And if you did, how come you didn't tell me? He's my almost boyfriend you know."

"Relax Nicole, I'm just teasing," I say with a laugh. I stare up at the morning sky: pale grey and not a cloud in the sky. Chilly breezes sweep by us, causing the entire student body to shiver in unison. I search the horizon for any sign of the absent sun, and instead spot the guys walking through the gate. I wave over at them, trying to catch their eye.

"Chase, Logan! Michael!" Chase's head snaps up, looking around wildly for whoever called his name. He turns to Michael and says something, to which Michael shakes his head. He then helps Chase search the crowd. Logan, following their cue, starts to look around as well. He glances straight at me before moving his gaze along our little group, stopping occasionally. God, he is such a moron. By now, all three boys are standing in the middle of the court like giant bobble heads. I look at Nicole and Lola, an amused smile on my lips.

"Here, allow me… LOGAAAAN!" Lola hollers loudly. Logan jumps a bit, looking over at her with a scowl and raising his hands in a shrug. We point to the empty seats around us, showing them we had saved spots. That's one good thing about being punctual; you get first choice of seating.

"Finally. How'd you learn to yell that loudly?" I ask her, watching as the guys walk up the stairs, led by a mass of bushy hair that I'm assuming has a body under it somewhere.

"Stage Camp in Chicago when I was eleven," she explains simply, grinning. The bush of hair takes a seat next to me, yawning dramatically.

"Morning," I greet, grinning at him. "Get much sleep last night?"

"Well, last night started out nicely enough. My bed was warm, Michael wasn't snoring and it was really peaceful. Pretty soon, I was sleeping the best sleep I've had in a very long time," he replies, his eyes glazing over as he thinks back on it. He's too cute.

"So what's with the yawning then?"

Chase clears his throat and runs a hand through his curls. "Well, I had a dream that I was the ringleader in a circus of animal crackers, and they were all really great, especially the seals. Man, are they ever good at the trapeze. Anyway, just as the elephant was about to walk the tightrope, somebody yelled really loudly and I almost fell out of bed. It woke us all up and we couldn't figure out where it was coming from."

"Wait, what time was this at?" I ask with a mischievous glance at Dana, who has suddenly become very interested in her caramel macchiato.

"Geez, I dunno… maybe quarter after seven? I was planning to sleep in until 7:50, so the yawns are a result of forty minutes of sleep deprivation," Chase answers, looking up at the sky in thought. A slight breeze passes by us, ruffling the curls in his hair.

"Well I'm sorry that Quinn makes weird, industrial strength alarm clocks with no off button!" Dana retorts grumpily, glaring at Quinn, who in turn shrugs.

"It's not my fault you didn't wear the earmuffs I gave you last night," she says matter-of-factly, adjusting her glasses. She runs a hand through her hair, dislodging several brightly coloured feathers. Scowling, she places them back in her locks randomly, not seeming to care that she's just succeeded in making herself look like a disgruntled peacock.

"That was you!" Chase exclaims, his face the very picture of bewilderment. "But you're, like, four buildings away from us!"

"I've never heard that kind of language," Michael chimes in, nodding his head admiringly. "What a lady!"

"Oh be quiet. I doubt you'd be happy to hear an air raid signal at seven in the freaking morning," Dana mutters.

"See, Dana? If the guys heard, the people in Kansas must have heard you," Nicole chirps. She peers inquisitively at the gates momentarily before letting out an ear-piercing shriek. We all cover our ears and look at her in confusion. I follow her gaze to the basketball court, where she's apparently caught somebody else's attention.

"He's here, he's here!" she squeals, clapping her hands. "Wait, guys, I forgot to ask. Is it okay if he sits with us?" Her eyes widen as she gives us her best wounded puppy face.

"Whatever," Logan says, raising his eyebrows at her outburst. Liam climbs the stairs up to where we're sitting and utters a small hello, taking a seat next to Nicole. She grins at him and taps her fingers on her thighs, something she does only when she's ecstatic. Blushing, Liam reaches for her hand and takes a hold of it. His face is the colour of a tomato and hers is the picture of bliss.

I nudge Lola's right arm and nod in their direction.

"They're so cute," I whisper, waiting for an agreement. She nods half-heartedly and mutters something about… something.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask her, giving her a look. She shakes her head and gazes over at Nicole and Liam forlornly. Something must be bothering her, she seems pretty preoccupied.

A fizzle of microphone feedback buzzes through the speakers and we all turn our attention to the small stage that has been set up. Dean Rivers is standing rather impatiently on the platform, watching us all in exasperation. Liam, Nicole, Quinn, Dana and Logan all turn around and face forward. The stragglers rush to the bleachers, searching for empty seats.

"Good morning students, I trust you slept well." He pauses, waiting for a chorus of "Yes, Dean Rivers." His anticipation is wasted; the only answer he receives is Michael snorting irritably. Dean Rivers clears his throat and continues on with his speech. "This morning, we have a very special guest indee…"

"I heard someone mumble my name last night," Logan says in a low, suggestive voice as the Dean babbles on. "Was that you too?"

Dana smacks his arm and he holds a hand to it his bicep, smirking at her, defiance in his eyes. I can't see her expression, but I can bet she's rolling her eyes.

"It was probably your ego," she replies quietly, trying in vain to shut him up.

"Don't think so. I've got superhero hearing, you know," he retorts, pointing to his earlobe.

"Hmmph, more like superzero," Lola mutters, staring impassively at Dean Rivers as he drones on. I'll bet our "very special guest speaker" is standing somewhere behind the curtains, getting pretty impatient that they haven't been called up yet. We all stifle giggles at this statement while Logan turns around to glare at her.

"Whatever. You're just jealous," he says matter-of-factly before redirecting his attention to the very blonde girl sitting in front of him. Cheyenne… Elderton, I think it is? He's been flirting outrageously with her for a week, and she's been falling for every line of his for a year.

Dana, laughing silently, turns her head and gives Lola a smirk in what I'm guessing is gratitude; you never know with Dana. She returns the gesture until Dana faces forward once more. Lola's smirk then turns into a grimace that disappears almost as quickly as it surfaced. I nudge her and she glances at me.

"What?" she mouths, raising her eyebrows. I open my mouth to reply, but think better of it at the last second. I shake my head and she turns away from me, shrugging her shoulders.

Maybe Logan has finally made a point: maybe Lola is jealous.

But what's she jealous of?

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"You like Logan," I guess, in an accusatory tone. She stiffens and gives me a look that suggests that I belong in a strait-jacket.

"What are you talking about, Zoe?" she asks, continuing to sharpen her pencil. The colour matches her hair today: a rather venomous shade of green. The assembly ended half an hour ago (I still have no idea who the guest speaker was) and we're now in English class, working on our Shakespeare projects.

"You know what I'm talking about," I say, giving her a chance to admit it. When she doesn't, I add, "I'm not crazy."

She sighs and glances around, lowering her voice. "Can we not talk about this now?"

"Oh come one Lola, nobody's listening," I say. I'm not entirely sure of that, but it's not that big of a deal anyway. Every girl likes Logan or has at one point. Yeah, even me. But hey, that was a long time ago, I'm way past it. I'm leaning more towards the tall, skinny type now; muscles are way overrated.

"Okay, but promise you won't tell anyone?" she asks me pleadingly, biting her bottom lip.

"Promise."

"Okay, you're right," she says softly, staring at her pencil, reduced to an inch by this point. She takes a deep breath and sighs, fiddling with the sharp lead of her writing implement. "What does he see in her?"

I have to admit, I'm kind of taken aback by this. What is she talking about?

"Cheyenne?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. I can see Chase staring at me, trying to catch my gaze. He does, and he beckons me back to the group. I hold up a finger and return my gaze to Lola. She shakes her head and continues to stare at her nub of a pencil.

If not Cheyenne, then what was she so upset about in assembly? I know for a fact that she's happy for Nicole that Liam's her boyfriend, and it's not like Logan was flirting with anyone else… oh damn.

I let out a sigh and place an arm around my friend's shoulders.

"Dana?" I offer, giving her a small squeeze. She hesitates and nods slowly. Logan has now joined Chase in the 'Let's-get-mad-at-Zoey' staring game. He's probably wondering why his group member is "fraternizing with the enemy", as he has so affectionately addressed my relationship with Lola since this project started.

I leave Lola by the bookcase with an "I'll be back" and walk up to Mr. West's desk. I clear my throat to catch his attention; he looks up at me questioningly.

"Yes, Ms. Brooks?"

"Mr. West, can Lola and I go outside for a moment?" I ask, desperately groping for a reason in case he asks. He probably will, and I should have anticipated it. Sometimes (rarely), I just don't think enough in advance.

"About your projects?" he asks me, studying my facial expressions. I nod in what I hope is a convincing manner and wait patiently as he scrutinizes me. To maintain my cool composure I stare at his polo: a neutral yellow with powder blue stripes and a popped collar.

"Uh… sure. Just, be back in a minute or two, okay?" he answers distractedly, returning his attention to the mass of ungraded papers on his desk. He picks up a red pen and motions me away with a wave of his hand.

"Thanks." Thankfully, Mr. West is a pretty easy-going teacher. He's not that old, maybe only 26, so he probably can remember what it's like to be our age. I walk back to Lola and take her arm, leading her to the pale green door. She looks at me expectantly.

"Come on," I order, shooting a withering glare at Chase and Logan. "I'll tell you the whole story."

Author's Note: Okay, well personally I'm not sure if I captured Zoey's personality very well. But that's okay, I'll hopefully get better as time goes on. And just a note for all you Chase and Zoey shippers out there, don't worry, this isn't an exclusive Dana and Logan story, there will be some more Chase and Zoey as it continues. Plus, if you reread this chapter, you may find some hints of that that weren't apparent the first time...