Hey! Well, here is chapter 2 for you! Hey its a random rhyme! Random Rhymin' Timein'! Hold up, did I just say timein'? Ok, no. Let me just get to the damn story, sorry.

Disclaimer: Nope, I wish I owned Zoey 101. Just the plot (Insert witty comment here).

Today was the day. It has been a day since I found out about the baby, and Zoey and Lola where coming back today. Or, they already did. They all got back around 6 am.

It was now 9 am and a Saturday. A perfect time to sneak off campus, and go buy sweatshirts and less revealing shirts. I got up and got dressed quietly. I felt a little morning sickness. I decided to throw up in the bathroom at the mall, just in case.

I walked downstairs. Just as I was near the exit, I bumped into someone.

"Hey Quinn!" I heard. I let out a frustrated sigh. I looked up and saw it was Chase. "What's going on? Is Zoey with you?" he asked, looking around.

"Nothing, and no, she's sleeping," I replied.

"Are you sneaking off campus?" he asked, his green eyes getting a bit wide.

"Maybe...," I said.

"Maybe..?" Chase echoed, lifting an eyebrow.

"Don't tell anyone," I replied, and went back to sneaked off.

"Wait!" he called.

"What?!" I turn around, half screaming.

"Can.. can I come?" he asks. "Pleeeaaaaseee?"

I bite my lip. It would be nice to have company. But then again, he CANNOT know what is going on. "Only if you don't tell ANYONE."

"Deal," he says.

We look around, and sneak off campus. We walk to the mall.

"Th..the...the mall?" he says.

"What did you expect? Us to rob a bank?" I replied, laughing.

He nodded. I laughed again. We went to a few stores, and I bought a few things. I suddenly was about to throw up.

"I'll be back." I said, bolting out the store we were in. Chase followed, me not knowing. I ran into the bathroom. I threw up a bit. I cleaned my face, and opened the door to him waiting outside of the bathroom.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing, I had to pee really bad," I lied. He raised and eyebrow again and looked at me.

"Say what, it's almost 12. And we better head back soon. I'll buy you lunch and we leave," he said. I smiled, because I was starving. "If."

"If? If what?" I ask.

"You tell me the truth," he replies. I sigh frustrated.

"That is the truth!" I cry again.

"Quinn, please tell me," he says.

"Fine. But only if you buy Taco Bell," I reply.

"Fine," he says.

He buys Taco Bell for me ( Score 1 for Quinn. ) and we sit away from everyone else.

"Ok, so tell me,"

"Look, Chase, I-"

"I bought you Taco Bell,"

"But, its.., its.. its complicated,"

"Quinn," he stares at me, and pouts. I just stare back.

"Quinn, I promise not to tell anyone. What is the big deal anyway? Like, did yo-"

"I'm pregnant ok?" I whisper-shout.

He stops. Like stops. He drops his taco back onto his plate and stare at me.

"Don't lie," he says, after a minute or two on silence.

"I'm not!" I say.

"You... may I ask who the father is?"

I look far off.

"Is it me?"

I shake my head no.

"Is it someone I know?"

I nod.

"Are they single?"

I nod again.

"Do they go to PCA?"

I nod my head again.

"Are they my roommate?"

I don't even move.

"Michael or Logan?" he says.

I sigh. "Logan."

He jumps out of his chair in shock. "No! Liar!" he screams. Everyone turns to look at us.

My cheeks turn bright red. I grab our stuff and Chase's wrist. I lead him and my bags out of the mall.

"Chase!" I say as soon as we're out of the mall.

"I still don't believe you."

"Well it's true!" I say.

"Ok, look me in the eye. Tell me everything you said in there."

I look him in the eye. "I am pregnant, and Logan Reese," I shudder, "Is the father."

We stare at each other in silence. Again. Man, this is awkward.

"Ok, I believe you,"

"Don't tell anyone!" I say.

"Does Logan know?"

Oh my god. Logan. I don't know how I'm gon- Wait, I'm not gonna tell him. Right.

"No. And no one is knowing. NO ONE." I say. "Do you hear me Chase Bartholomew Matthews?"

He nods. We walk back to PCA. We sneak in.

"You promise?" I look at him. He nods. We soon go our separate ways. I walk back to my dorm.

I peak in and see no one. Good. I unpack the bags and put them into my draws.

"And I swear, that was the best pudding I have ever had," I hear Lola as I finish. I turn around and see Lola and Zoey.

"Hey Quinn," Zoey says.

"Where have you been?" Lola asks.

"Um, I've been around," I say.

"You just hung around campus?" Lola replies, raising her eyebrow. God, I'm lying so much.

I nod. I quickly change the subject. "Where have you been?" I ask.

"At lunch, with Zoey. Where I DIDN'T see you," Lola replies.

I nod again. "See, I got my food to go,"

"Why?" Lola asks.

I start to bite my lip, then..

"Hello people!" I hear. I look at the door and see Chase, Michael and Logan. Thank god.

"Are we gonna practice volleyball or what?" Logan asks.

"We are," Zoey says. Lola looks at me. We all walk down to the volleyball court. Zoey and Chase talking, Michael and Lola behind them, leaving me and Logan at the end, awkwardly walking.

"Umm.. thanks for the studying yesterday..," Logan says awkwardly.

"Mhm," I say, nodding.

"Quinn. I know what happened, I'm not stupid," he whispers.

"You sure your not stupid?" I reply.

"Pensky...," he mutters.

"Like your any better," I mumble back.

"Spaz."

"Ego Insane."

"Geek."

"Jerk."

"Creep."

"Hey you're the creep!" Logan says.

"Um, I spend only about 30 minutes looking at myself in the mirror a day," I remind him.

"And I only spend 0 time studying," he shoots back.

"Hey! Lovebirds!" Michael calls, they are all in place to play.

"Oh sorry, I was busy telling Richie Rich here he isn't as pretty as he thought,"

Michael and Lola snicker.

"Excuse you!" he says.

We take our places. Logan gets first serve, and whether on purpose or accident, he spikes the ball at my face.

My nose bleeds pretty bad. I sit down and hold a rag to my nose. Lola stands next to me, Chase sits on my left and Zoey on my right.

"You idiot!" Lola screams at Logan.

"Dude, I didn't mean to!" He screams back.

"You sure?" she replies.

"Yes, I'm don't wasting serves on that geek," he replies.

I stare up at him.

"Thank you Logan," I say. I throw the rag off my face, mutter a curse word or two, and walk off.

"Quinn!" I hear Zoey and the others call (besides Logan, of course) .

I don't turn around. I feel a tear in my eye. I wipe it, I've cried enough over that boy over the course of yesterday.

I felt like Chase and Quinn aren't friendly enough in the seasons, so I decided that Chase would be the least affected by the news and wouldn't tell people or beat up Logan or Quinn. So yea, Chase and his bushy hair know (That's why his hair is so big, its full of secrets) .

-Liv