Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101, the characters, or the song by Oasis, "Don't Go Away"

Chapter 17- Don't Go Away

"I remember you two," He said coming out of the shadows.

Zoey's eyes widened and she stepped back. It suddenly felt as if the fun house had grown cold. Beside her Chase reached for her hand and held her tightly. They were in danger, and they had to run. Zoey's legs felt like jelly, she tried to force herself to run, but she couldn't…she was to scared!

A sinister grin crept across his face, "What is the odds of me running into you two again…and you!" He pointed to Chase with force.

Chase clenched his jaw, and then swallowed down a wad of nervousness in his throat. He was finding it hard to breathe…how the hell did they run into this guy again. Chase stepped back and then he tripped.

Zoey screamed as Chase fell down, due to the fact that they were handcuffed together, her wrist was yanked down with him, and then she fell as well.

The man laughed, "I don't know why your with him…he can't seem to do anything for you." He stepped closer, his face was dirty, and he wore a shabby gray coat.

"Chase get up!" Zoey practically screamed. Fear was in her chocolate eyes as she watched the man get closer.

Chase crawled backwards.

"Chase!"

He finally got up, and then helped Zoey up as well.

"Welcome to my fun house!" He said maniacally.

"Run Chase, Run!" Zoey started to run, and Chase had no choice but to run after her.

The man made a sudden grab, he latched onto Chase's shirt with his dirty hands.

Chase yelled, and Zoey screamed.

"It looks like I got you again."

Chase's eyes widened as the man drew back his fist.

"I guess I consider myself a lucky homeless man, since I ran into you both two times…and last time Blondie your purse had enough to feed me for the week."

Zoey's eyebrows furrowed low over her eyes, she then shifted her eyes to Chase who had a look of horror stretched over his face.

"If you give me your money, then we can make a little deal…and then I'll let him go."

Tears started to sting Zoey's eyes, as she remembered what the homeless man had done to Chase last time they had been on the beach.

Chase looked back up. He was taken aback when herealized the guy had stopped. Chase's eyes widened. He didn't have time to think how he was going to get the purse back.

The guy grabbed him by the shirt.

Chase stared back at him in fear. Lightning pierced the sky.

"You don't chase after people like me. Do you have some kind of death wish huh?"

"No," Chase said shaking his head frantically.

"Well then why the hell did you follow me for!"

Before Chase could react the guy raised his fist and socked Chase roughly in the face. Chase felt his head bounce backwards and his eyes closed. The guy released him. Everything went black as Chase fell backwards. The last thing he saw before he hit the rain soaked boardwalk was lightning against the sky.

"Chase!" Zoey screamed. Her heart was beating so fast she was positive it was going to jump out of her chest. Zoey ran over to Chase and fell down to him helplessly. She gently picked up his head in her lap, and then started to stroke his damp hair. Zoey started to cry. She struggled to control her tears as she watched the guy make off with her purse.

"Chase," She whispered in his ear.

Chase's eyes fluttered open slowly, and then closed.

Zoey pulled Chase's body closer to her, and rested her face on top of his. "I am so sorry, Oh migosh look at that bruise, Chase, why did you run after him." She cried.

Lightning struck violently.

Zoey looked up. She had to get him out of the rain. She stroked the side of Chase's face. "Your going to be okay, I promise."

Zoey forced herself up. She shielded her eyes from the pouring rain and searched for anywhere that could provide them temporary relief from the rain. Zoey placed her hand under Chase's arms and dragged him with a lot of trouble towards a row of stores. Thankfully these stores had roofs which hung over the door.

Zoey sighed helplessly and brought Chase's head onto her lap. "And I thought yesterday was the worst day of my life?"

Chase moaned. "My face hurts."

Zoey pouted, and gently massaged her hands through Chase's hair, "I know Chase, I know."

Chase closed his eyes.

Zoey wrapped her arms tighter around him. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"I was supposed to be your hero," He murmured.

Zoey looked down at him sadly, "You are, Chase you are my hero. There is only one other guy who would have done that for me…and that's my dad."

Chase held onto Zoey's hand, and closed his eyes trying to forget the incredible pain that was surging through his body.

The homeless man tightened his grip on Chase's shirt, and then grabbed him by the neck.

Zoey gasped and she was yanked forward by the force. "Oh migod!"

"Just give me the money precious and then he'll be okay…and so will you." The homeless man snickered revealing a mouth full of sickening yellow teeth.

Zoey felt her stomach turn, as fear invaded her body. Her hands were shaking, and the only thing she could focus on was Chase…and the scared look in his pretty green eyes. She wasn't going to let the man take her purse, because she had money, the necklace Sawyer had given her, and valued pictures of her friends and family inside. But what could she do.

"Boo!" The homeless man yelled.

Zoey screamed.

He grinned sadistically, and then he reached in his pocket. "I think I know something that can help rush your decision."

A scary dark blue light from up ahead started to blink, and the clowns seemed to all be looking at Zoey. Zoey looked at them in horror, they were mocking her and Chase, with their painted on smiles, black eyes, and waves hidden behind white gloves.

"How about this…" The homeless man said.

Zoey heard Chase gasp. She turned around, and once she saw the shiny metal in his hand, that he was holding to Chase's neck, she was more than willing to give up her purse. But Chase shook his head.

"If you don't want your boyfriend to get hurt…then give me the damn purse…it ain't easy surviving out here with no money…Give me the damn purse!"

Zoey shivered as he jerked Chase's head back with his hands.

"Stop!" She screamed shaken with tears coming from her eyes.

The homeless man dragged Chase and Zoey further down the hall. Zoey tried to plant her sneakers on the ground, but she was still being dragged along.

A door slammed down the hall.

Zoey stared towards the door in fear, the door closed once more, and then opened. She had no idea how to get out, but she had to find a way, but not without Chase.

Zoey bit her lip nervously, Was she really going to try and play the heroine?

Eerie music started to filter from the speakers, a woman started to sing, and then she started to scream over and over.

Zoey's heart was beating faster, and it didn't help that the homeless man kept on dragging Chase further and further away. Zoey said a silent prayer, and then held her purse outwards. "Please let him go first, and then I'll give you my purse."

"We got ourselves a deal, but if you try and fool me then I will hunt you both down like dogs and kill you."

Zoey's mouth dropped open.

"Just Go," Chase mouthed, "Run?"

Zoey shook her head, tears slid down her face as she thought about what would happen if her plan back fired.

"Really tell me why you don't fit in at PCA," Meadow ushered.

Cassidy flicked his light once again and then held it up to his face, "Because I am a monster."

Meadow tilted her head to the side, "I find that hard to believe…someone as cute as you."

Cassidy smiled, "Yeah okay…"

"Has anyone ever told you you kind of look like Chad Michael Murray?"

Cassidy nodded, "When I'm not getting my ass kicked…and has anyone told you, that you resemble Lindsay Lohan?"

Meadow smirked, "All the time…especially when I am being a bitch."

Cassidy smile faded, "Hmm…well I guess I'm going to go."

Meadow blocked the door, "Hold on there Cass,"

Cassidy raised an eyebrow, "You don't even know me."

"So?" Meadow said.

"I'm on a hit list at this school, are you sure you want to associate with me?"

Meadow nodded, "I make hit lists at this school."

Cassidy stepped back.

"But I mostly target dumb girls, and cute guys that should be mine…like this dumb little beyotch named Zoey Brooks…I hate that girl."

Cassidy looked down.

"Do you hate anyone?"

"Hate's a strong word."

"Dislike?" Meadow substituted.

"I dislike this school, and all the people in it that hate me…and don't even know me."

Meadow tilted her head to the side, "You see, you got me intrigued now…I want to know what you did."

"Some things are better left unsaid."

"But people know right?" Meadow asked.

"Some," Cassidy tried to get past, but Meadow held him back.

"Everyone has secrets…even me, Man, do I have my share." Meadow pouted, and then thought of an idea, "Do you want to go to the Green Tea Lounge?"

"What's that?"

Meadow smiled, "A chinese restaurant down the street."

"Um…"

"Yeah, great!" Meadow grabbed his hand and then dragged him out of the lounge.

After coming from his date with Zoey, Sawyer headed back to his dorm, and started to get ready for the trip to Louisiana. A smile crossed his face at the thought of seeing Zoey's hometown, and meeting her family, and friends…and even more he liked the thought of introducing himself as Zoey's boyfriend.

As he packed his suitcase, Sawyer flipped on the t.v. Almost on every station was a story about Hurricane Katrina. Sawyer wanted to turn the station, because it was all too sad to watch, but he sat down, and then placed the remote next to him.

Sawyer placed his hand against his face, as he watched the turmoil and desperation painted across the faces of the people stuck in Mississippi, and Louisiana. He sighed, Where exactly did Zoey live in Louisiana…hopefully it wasn't along the coast. He reached for the remote as babies started to cry, and people started to fall out in the streets. Sawyer couldn't believe they were showing this all on t.v. Watching all this made him feel empty, and very fortunate to be safe in California…but when he went to Louisiana with Zoey, he wasn't sure how he would feel anymore.

Sawyer got up, he was about to go to Zoey's and then he remembered she was at the fair with Nicole. Sawyer bit his lip, if Zoey lived in the immediate area where the Hurricane, hit then she probably would have said more, or either canceled the trip.

Someone knocked on Sawyer's door. He jumped up, hoping it was Zoey, but instead he met a girl that handed him a flyer. "Sorry to bother you, but PCA is holding a prayer vigil for the people affected by Hurricane Katrina, and it's at eight o' clock tonight, and also we are holding an open mike night fundraiser at the Cyber Bean tomorrow in order to raise money for relief efforts in Louisiana and Mississippi."

Sawyer accepted the flyer, "Thank you,"

"It's really sad isn't it."

Sawyer ran his hands through his hair, "Yeah, and what's weird is I'm going there in two days."

The girl scowled, "I don't think I could handle it…but show up if you can."

"I will, thanks," Sawyer closed the door behind him, and then walked towards his closet. He was going to go to the prayer vigil tonight.

Someone else knocked at his door.

Sawyer hoping it was Zoey again, went to the door. He opened it this time for CoCo, she glanced into the room, and then sighed, "Do you know where Brooks is?"

"She's not here, besides it's past curfew."

CoCo looked down, "I could make exceptions for this call."

Sawyer looked down at the phone.

"Her mom is trying to reach her, and Zoey apparently isn't picking up her cell phone, and she's not in her room so…her mom claims she has an emergency to tell her."

"Could I talk to her?"

CoCo shook her head, "I don't think that would be appropriate."

"Please, I could go to the fair and find Zoey,"

Hesitantly CoCo handed Sawyer the phone. "Um hello,"

"Hi…" A woman said in a scratchy voice. It sounded like she had been crying. Sawyer flipped off the t.v. CoCo lingered in the doorway…with an uncharacteristic expression on remorse stretched across her face.

"Zoey, is at the fair, I can find her if you want me to."

"Who is this?" The woman asked obviously still crying.

"Her boyfriend." Sawyer responded.

"Zoey needs to know this…it's important, I have to talk to my daughter…and tell her…tell her…that her aunt was still…" Zoey's mom started to cry.

Sawyer looked down. Feeling horrible, and as if he was dreaming.

"Her aunt…who was pregnant with her cousin…she was still in New Orleans when the hurricane hit…and"

The connection was lost.

Sawyer closed his eyes. This was all a nightmare, that he wanted to forget.

CoCo took the phone, "You should find Zoey…poor girl,"

Sawyer grabbed his thin jacket, and then headed out.

They stood outside. Dana was more interested in the ripples created in the pool by the wind, than Malcolm's speech.

Beside her Logan was falling asleep. She smiled, even though he was the biggest asshole, he looked so cute when he was sleeping. Dana slowly moved her shoulder over to him. Logan's head fell forward.

Dana snickered.

Logan slowly sat up.

"Do you want to lay on my shoulder?" She whispered.

Logan stared back at her in shock, "Yeah, right…"

"No, I really don't care," Dana scooted closer to him.

"I'll pass,"

Dana was actually going to let him lay down on her shoulder…why she wasn't exactly sure, but she was going to. Well anyways.

Logan sat up.

"I have some very exciting news to announce to everyone…but mostly to my son.. and Dakota as well."

Logan groaned.

"Huh?" Dakota asked coming from the crowd.

Malcolm smiled, "Your parents found out what was going on with Logan, and about this excellent place…and then naturally they jumped on ship."

Dakota scowled, "What's going on."

Malcolm signaled for Dakota to come up, and then Logan as well.

Dana was concerned. What place exactly was his dad talking about?

Logan stood up and walked over to his dad, along with Dakota.

"Rachel and I found this amazing school in New York…"

"New York!" Logan exclaimed.

Malcolm nodded excitedly, "Wait let me finish…this school is a semester program, in which students are taught college level classes, receiving AP credits, and at the same time sent through nationally acclaimed courses to take over businesses they are next in line for, Oh, and did I forget that only the brightest in the nation get in."

Dana sighed in relief, because Logan was not bright. She would die if he went to New York, after all who would she fight with, and then dream about kissing, and then torture just because she liked him so much. Dana looked down sadly. Logan couldn't go to New York, that would be the worst thing that could happen.

Logan looked angry.

Malcolm patted him on the back, "I pulled some strings and you got in. You asked me where your mom was earlier, and now I can tell you, she's in New York setting up your new loft!"

Logan looked out at the crowd and his eyes rested on Dana.

She was resting her head against her hand…and she looked crushed.

"I'm not going."

Malcolm smiled, "Yes, you are…and also Logan get this, 98 of the students that attend this Manhattan prep course get into Ivy League schools!"

Logan walked away without saying anything else.

Malcolm started to clap, and the audience clapped as well. "You are looking at the future entrepreneur of my movie production company…and a soon to be Ivy League freshman next year!"

Logan opened the doors to his house, and ran up to his room.

Dana excused herself, she took one look at Dakota who was storming off towards his bike, and then ran into the house. Dana pulled her hair out of her face, and then ran up the winding stairs…two at a time, to get to Logan.

Dana ran to Logan's door and then tried to open it, but it was locked.

"Logan open up,"

"I'm not going to New York," He mumbled.

Dana pouted, "Then Logan, what are you going to do?"

"I'm leaving…I'm running away Dana."

Dana's mouth dropped open, "Logan, don't be ridiculous…"

Logan opened the door, he was angry and upset. "You don't know how much that man pushes me! First he pushed me into PCA, I didn't want to go there you know, and now he wants to take me out of PCA after I've met so many people, and ship me off to New York, so I can go to some Ivy League, and then achieve HIS dreams of running his company!"

"Logan…"

"I'm gone, I'm taking my money, I'm getting the hell out of here."

"School is about to start back up!" Dana protested.

Logan shrugged, "So…if I stay here, then I won't be at PCA…I'll be in New York, so fck it, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going to go?"

Logan raised his chin, "I dunno baby doll, wherever the wind takes me, now if you'll excuse me…" Logan closed the door, and then his radio turned up loudly. Oasis's "Don't Go Away" echoed from the door.

Dana could feel tears stinging her cheeks. She wiped at the tears as quickly as they came. How could Logan's dad ship him off to New York, and then call that good news! She bit her lip, as it started to tremble.

Dana's sobbed, and then she placed her hand over her mouth. She was falling apart, and she couldn't stand it!

Cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say
About the things caught in my mind
And as the day was dawning my plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind

I don't wanna be there when you're...
Coming down
I don't wanna be there when you hit the ground

Damn my situation and the games I have to play
With all the things caught in my mind
Damn my education I can't find the words to say
About the things caught in my mind

Dana stood up, and then tried to compose herself. Tonight had taken such a dramatic change, and she wasn't ready to lose Logan, but either way it seemed like he was leaving. Dana wiped at the last of her tears…unless she went with him, and they ran away together?

The ferris wheel stopped.

Jordan's "secret" was in the back of Nicole's head, but she didn't really care because this felt so right.

Nicole pulled back as if she was in a trance. "That was good,"

Jordan blushed, "Are you okay now?"

Nicole's eyes were still closed, and her lips were still puckered out, as if she was waiting to be kissed. "Way Good,"

Jordan smiled, "The ride has stopped…"

"I want to go again."

The woman opened Nicole and Jordan's safety belt, but Nicole leaned forward and kissed Jordan again.

Jordan wrapped his arms around Nicole's lower waist, and then kissed her back. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her…but he loved her, and if he pushed her away again, then he feared losing her.

New people got on the ferris wheel, but they remained. Nicole reached for Jordan's hand, and then placed it against her heart. "Do you see how fast you have my heart beating?"

Jordan looked down at his hand, and then back in Nicole's warm eyes.

I don't wanna be there when you're...
Coming down
I don't wanna be there when you hit the ground

"I really like you Jordan, and it's so hard trying to deny these feelings…so I just wanted you to know…" Nicole looked down.

Jordan smiled, "You wanted me to know what?"

Nicole sighed, and then placed her hand on Jordan's leg, and then traced his cheek with her hand, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Jordan's mouth dropped open.

Nicole placed her hand under his chin, and then tilted her head to the side, as she closed his mouth for him. "If you say No, you won't entirely break my heart dear,"

Zoey slowly handed over her purse.

The homeless man kept on walking backwards…and since Zoey was linked to Chase she kept on being dragged in further.

"Just take it!" Zoey yelled.

The homeless man reached out, but while he was caught of guard, Chase suddenly elbowed him in the stomach and then stepped on his foot.

Zoey screamed.

The homeless man let Chase go.

"Run Zoey run!" Chase yelled.

The homeless man had fallen in the direction of the entrance and he was swinging his knife around wildly…so they couldn't move past him.

The hallway ended straight ahead.

The man got up, "You shouldn't of done that! I'm going to kill you both now,"

Chase and Zoey ran towards the door that was opening and closing…having no idea what was inside they stepped in…and then fell…fell into a net filled with big red squishy balls.

Zoey struggled to get up, "What is this!"

Chase got up, but then fell.

The homeless man stood at the door, "You'll made a wrong turn…"

Logan opened the door, looking around suspiciously. He then stepped out with a bag of clothes, and his compact mirror.

"Logan don't do this."

"Come with me," Logan said quickly.

Dana's mouth dropped, "But school, and…"

Logan frowned, "Fine then, I'll go to T.J. by myself."

"T.J. as in Tijuana, Mexico?"

Logan nodded, "Yeah…" he then leaned forward to kiss Dana, "Well I guess I'll see you around…my dad's not going to live my life for me…not anymore." With that Logan quickly headed down the stairs leaving Dana behind.

So don't go away, say what you say
But say that you'll stay
Forever and a day...in the time of my life
Cuz I need more time, yes I need more time
Just to make things right

Don't go away, say what you say
But say that you'll stay
Forever and a day...in the time of my life
Cuz I need more time, yes I need more time
Just to make things right
Yes I need more time just to make things right
Yes I need more time just to make things right

So Don't Go Away

(Hey guys! I had a little extra downtime so I had to update…especially in wake of events in Louisiana…I wasn't going to add the Hurricane in at all…but it just happened to be a coincidence that I already planned for Sawyer, Chase, and Zoey to go down there…she was supposed to love on the coast…but I can't do that anymore…it's all sad, and I pray for all the people down there…but I just wanted to thank everyone that reviewed…thanks for keeping up with this story…even during school, because I know it's hard…with homework…ughh…I'll never say that word again…but thanks a lot.

( Missliz313, Midnight Princess, Hersheys-kisses, Bam roudney hawk…and of course Rica…thanks so much, you'll rule and rock all kind of ways! LOL)

Merllerties- I was watching my O.C. season one dvd, and I got that idea! I am a fan to!

Zxxbsmsgirl3148- Love you to Marina, I hate fun houses too…can't you tell by my description of this one?

Classic Rock n Roll Fan- Of course you can e-mail me! I'm so sorry about not answering that last chapter! And my e-mail address should be in my profile…if it's not then, I'll give it to you, but it should be there…and this story of yours sounds hilarious…and I can't wait to hear your idea. P.S. You stay sane in school…all of you stay sane in school for that matter!

(You'll rock…and I hope I didn't offend anyone by adding in the Hurricane bit…but until next time…Peace everyone.)