(A/N: Thanks guys for the reviews! I think I got...about...6? I gotta check on that...anyways, thanks so much!

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101)
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Zoey woke up the next morning in Chase's arms. She carefully got out of bed, making sure not to wake him up, and went about her morning routine. She came back from the bathroom to see Chase shirtless while he was changing. She blushed.

"Umm...Morning?" Chase greeted her awkwardly.

"Sorry...I'll just..." She turned to leave.

"Oh, no, it's alright. I'm done. It's your room." He reminded her as he quickly slipped his shirt on. He turned to leave, but Zoey grabbed him by the arm, turned him around and pressed her lips to his. When they pulled away, Chase gave a little smile and blushed.

"What was that?"

"I just kinda liked that kiss earlier. I wanted to do it again." She told him with an innocent look on her face. He laughed. They were pulled out of their little 'flirting session' when there was a knock at the door. Zoey walked over and opened it.

"Hey, Zoey...There's a call for you in the lounge. Someone named Steve Thomas..." Vicky imformed her as Zoey's eyes went wide.

"Umm...Tell them I'm not here. Or that I'm busy. Just make up an excuse for me, ok?" Chase shook his head then walked over to the door.

"Actually, don't do that, Vicky. She'll be down in a minute." Chase told her as he closed the door.

"What are you doing, Chase? That is my FATHER on the phone!" She whispered furiously at him.

"And THAT is why you should answer the phone. People go to jail so they can be taught a lesson. It's been ten years! He could've learned his lesson by now."

"But what if he HASN'T been taught his lesson? I don't want to be involed with my violent father."

"Come on, Zoe. We'll just see what he wants first."

"I bet he wants to meet me." Zoey mumbled.

"Then you should talk to him over the phone, if he doesn't seem nice enough, you don't have to go meet him. Come on. I think this is best, Zoe." She thought for a few seconds then sighed and nodded her head.

"Let's go." She pulled him out of the dorm room.

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They got down to the lounge and Zoey went over the the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Zoey, honey, it's daddy."

"You're not, nor will ever be, my dad." She spat back bitterly. Chase gave her a raised eyebrow, and Zoey rolled her eyes and changed her attitude a bit. There was a silence on the other end for a few seconds then he spoke up again.

"...Ok...Fine, I know I'm not your dad. But I am your father. I want to meet with you. Get to know you. It's been a while." He seemed like a nice enough guy so far...She sighed.

"Ok, fine. Where and when?"

"How about my house, (A/N:I'm just pulling stuff out of my butt here...I do not live in California so I don't know the roads.) 3461, Sunny Road 3rd floor, #5," He began, addressing his apartment as Zoey wrote it down on the pad of paper beside the phone.. "And, are you free right now?"

"Yea, I guess..." Her eyes turned towards Chase and a sly smile played on her lips. "And, can I bring a friend?" As Chase heard this, he got a priceless look on his face, he looked the most shocked any person could possibly look.

"Sure. I suppose."

"Ok. We'll be there in a half hour." She hung up the phone, Chase still gaping at her. "If I go down, you're coming with me. Let's go." Zoey grabbed the address and pulled him out of the building and they started towards Zoey's father.

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(A/N: Well, I hope you liked this chatper. Sorry it took so long to update. I was getting kinda lazy. I can tell you now, my updating..ness...will decrease by 56.7 percent during the school year.

Voice in my head: And how did we come up with that statistic?

Me: Made it up.

Anyways, did you guys see the Trailer I put up? It's the first chapter. I thought it would be better than writing a summary because, well...I suck at them.

On another note, I was thinking of making a High School Musical fic. Anyone got any suggestions?

Now that I've told you all I need to tell you, go review. Shoo. Leave. Now.)