(A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I haven't updated either of my stories for a while due to lazyness. So here's the next chapter, I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101)
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When Chase and Zoey reached the right
address, they were early by about 15 minutes. They walked up to a ratty old building, and Zoey walked inside
as Chase held the door open for her. They looked around for a bit for
an elevator, but realized there wasn't one, so they walked the 6
flights of stairs up to the 3rd floor, then arrived at a door which had
an upsidown five on it. Zoey knocked lightly on the door, for fear that
if she knocked too hard, she would make a hole in it. The door opened a
crack and a man who appeared to have barely any hair showed half his
face through the crack.
"Yea?" He answered in a deep voice.
"Umm...Are you Steve Thomas?" Zoey asked.
"That depends. Who wants to know?"
"Umm...I'm Zoey and this is my friend Chase. We were supposed to meet up with someone who went by that name..." The man grunted in response then closed the door so he could release the chain, Zoey could hear him fumbling around with it, having a hard time. But after a few seconds, he finally got it and opened the door all the way.
"Come in." The man who appeared to be Steve, said as he staggered sideways to make a pathway for Zoey and Chase so they could walk in.
"Is it just me, or does he seem like he's had 5 beers since we talked to him a half hour ago?" Chase whispered to Zoey.
"Beers." She whispered back. "Ok, Chase. So just go along with what I say, it doesn't matter if it's a lie, I just want to get out of here unharmed. He looks like a mean drunk." Chase nodded. The apartment looked like it hadn't been cleaned or vacuumed since he moved in.
"Sit." Steve commanded as he pointed to the couch; well, he was off by about 2 feet, but you know that might happen when you're drunk. The two teens sat on the mold infested couch. "Beer?" He asked motioning to the refrigerator which was pretty much in the same room as the living room. Zoey and Chase shook their heads. Steve walked over to the sink and downed a couple of cups of water to sober him up a bit before he walked back over to Chase and Zoey and sat down in an old rocking chair.
"So, tell me a little 'bout yourselves."
"Well, Steve--"
"Please, call me Dad." He insisted. She ignored him and continued,
"Well, Steve...since you've pretty much drank yourself silly, I guess I'll start with the basics...My name's Zoey Brooks--" Steve cut her off.
"You're married?"
"Huh?"
"You married to him?" He asked pointing to Chase. Zoey blushed. "You changed your last name."
"No. I took my step-dad's last name." She informed him then paused for a second.. "...So anyways, I go to Pacific Coast Academy--" Steve cut her off again.
"No you don't. Not anymore. I'm gonna pull you outta that prep school and you're gonna come live with me. I'll be teachin' ya all the things ya need to know."
"WHAT? You can't do that! Zoey's not even legally your daughter anymore, you drunk!" Chase yelled angrily, obviously overreacting a little.
"You know what Chase? I think it's time to go." Zoey told him nervously.
"No. Actually, I wanna have a little chat with your friend over in that room for a bit. D'you mind, Zoey?"
"Actually, I think--" Before Zoey could finish answering Steve had already pulled Chase into the next room. When Zoey heard thumps or something that sounded like fighting going on in the room, she flipped out her cellphone and called the police.
"Hello? There's something going on at 3461 Sunny Road, 3rd floor, apartment 5, Steve Thomas' apartment. From the sounds I hear, something just isn't right." She waited a while as the people on the other side said something, then hung up the phone.
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Inside the room
Steve pushed Chase up against the wall and held him there by his neck, while his feet dangled a few centimetres off the ground.
"You don't EVER call me that and you don't EVER speak to me like that. Got it?" He asked as Chase's face started to go red. When Chase's brain finally processed what was going on, he nodded, and Steve released the grip he had around his throat and left Chase gasping for air.
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Just as the door was opening and Steve came out, Zoey heard footsteps in the hallway, and figured it was the police, so she grabbed Chase from the room and rushed out the door, only to have them run right past her towards another apartment. As she looked around, shocked, the upsidedown 5 caught her eye. But what didn't catch her eye was the metal '1' lying on the ground by the door frame.
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The other apartment
This apartment, despite the fact that it was in a ratty old building, looked like it's resident looked very well off. For one thing, the metal '5' on the door was on straight. Inside, everything was vacuumed and cleaned, and on the non-mold infested couch, was a woman in her mid 30's, kissing a man who went by the name of Steve Thomas. The couple pulled away when the door was being knocked down. As police flooded the room, Steve hugged his girlfriend closer to him.
"Steve Thomas, you're under arrest for what appears to be, sexual harassment." One police man stated as he cuffed Steve's hands behind his back.
"What? Sexual harassment? This is my girlfriend!"
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." Stated the police man again as he shoved Steve out the door.
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In the hallway
Chase and Zoey stood outside 'Steve' 's door, befuddled (A/N: Don't you dare tell me that befuddled isn't a word. I had a long argument with my sisters about that, and I looked it up on and it says it's a word so HA -sticks out tongue at you-) as they watched a man who had an uncanny resemblance to Zoey being shoved down the hallway. 'Steve' came up behind them and mumbled, mostly to himself, but out loud nonetheless, "I wonder what Steve's got himself into this time."
"What? I thought you're name was Steve..." Zoey thought for a moment then realized it. "You're not Steve Thomas?" All the man, who apparently wasn't Steve, did was smirk. "Wait! You have the wrong guy!" Zoey yelled after the police, and started to run after them, but was stopped because someone had a rather firm grip on her wrist.
"You called the cops on me?" Not-Steve asked her menacingly.
"N-no...I-" All Zoey could do was stutter. Chase looked at her, then at Not-Steve, then back to Zoey. He made a quick desicion. He punched Not-Steve in the face, grabbed Zoey, and ran.
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(A/N: I've gotta say, I think that was my best chapter yet. In case I didn't write it clearly enough or for whatever reason, you didn't understand it, basically, the man they met wasn't Steve Thomas, and the apartment wasn't number 5. Instead it was number 15. The number 1 just fell off, and the guy was drunk, so he decided (using his drunken judgement) to pretend to be Steve. The real Steve Thomas is so far a decent man, but has been arrested because Zoey said to arrest the man in apartment number 5, and she THOUGHT that she was in apartment number 5, when really she was in apartment number 15. Sorry if that wasn't all that clear either... anyways, hope you liked this chapter! See? My stories aren't all that boring!...At least not completely...anyways, R&R, please!)