And here's chapter 5. As you will see, I'm trying to throw some more characters into this story, because they will play an important role later on, while some will just make special cameos. Anyway, thank you for the support you've given me, this seems to be one of my most liked stories, and I am happy you all enjoy it! Well, enough about me, read on!
TDHS EP 5
"Zoey? Zoey wake up! You'll be late!" Zoey sat up in her bed with a start. She stared at her clock, and saw that the time read, 6: 35 AM. 'Shoot! I'm gonna be late!' Zoey panicked. She threw the covers off herself, and fell out of her bed, almost comically. She quickly stood back up and ran into the bathroom and did her daily routine. Brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, fix flower, pack backpack, eat breakfast, and get outside for bus. Once she had finished brushing her hair and teeth, and getting dressed she went into her bathroom and grabbed her typical pink flower. Unlike normal mornings though, when she grabbed it, she stared at it. She remembered what happened yesterday.
'Don't change Zoey.' Mikes words sunk into her heart. She really was falling for this guy! 'No…no we're just really good friends! That's all. Friends.' Zoey assured herself. Deep in her heart, however, she knew that he was more than a friend to her. This boy, Mike, had stood up for her in times of trouble, defended her, and even got into a fight just because some boys were making fun of her style. He was her hero.
Zoey placed her flower in her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror. Even though she was happy that Mike had made her feel better yesterday, he had taken quite a beating, and her parents called her, saying that Mike would be out for a couple days. Surely, Zoey was scared for Mike, and hoped that he would feel better. So when she put that flower in her hair, she was reminded of him, and she frowned.
"I miss you Mike…" She said to herself in the mirror.
*At Stanford High School*
Zoey hopped off the bus, and entered the school. It was just like every other day at Stanford High, but there was one thing missing. Mike. She never knew how much one boy's disappearance could affect her mood. 'Mike is my friend. That's all.' She kept assuring herself. As she started climbing the stairs, she noticed posters up in the hallway. One of them was a dark crimson red, with blue gold lettering that read, "Vote for Noah for Class President! You won't regret it!" A poster next to it, however, read "Vote for Courtney! She's the best!" Zoey sighed. She hated when students asked her who she would vote for Class President. Both candidates would always hassle her to make a decision, and when she made one, the other would be furious.
As if on cue, the second Zoey reached the top of the stairs; Courtney appeared to be waiting for her, and all the other students in their grade who came up these stairs.
"Hey! Zoey is it?" She asked in a friendly tone. Zoey nodded, holding onto the straps of her backpack. "Don't forget to vote for me for class president! I've got big plans for this year, and I'd make a great president over Noah." She said, pointing towards another boy across the hall, with dark brown hair and light coffee colored skin, like Courtney's. Zoey accepted a flyer that Courtney handed to her before walking onward to her locker.
Once again she was stopped, by none other than Noah.
"Hey, I don't know what Courtney told you, but trust me. I'm the better candidate. I can assure you my IQ is over 110 and probably 30 points higher than Courtney. I'm sure you'll make the right choice." Noah said while smirking. He then turned back towards his locker and continued storing his many, many books.
Zoey hurried back to her locker where she was safe from all of the people asking her questions. She missed Mike. If he were here, she would have someone to talk to. And what about Samey? Zoey thought about that for a moment. She hadn't heard from Samey for a while. 'I should go see her.' Zoey decided that at Gym she would meet with Samey after Amy had left.
Zoey pulled some of her notebooks and textbooks out of her locker, and began putting them in her backpack when a shadow overcame her. She sat still for a moment before looking over to see Scott with his arms folded. Sudden rage enveloped Zoey as she felt the sudden urge to punch Scott out for doing what he did to Mike. Regardless, she kept her cool.
"What do you want?" She said in a flat, uninterested tone.
"What I want is to make sure that you won't be paying a visit to the principal's office. We wouldn't want any trouble would we?" Scott said. Zoey looked unaffected by his threat however, as she kneeled next to her locker.
"What could you possibly do, hit a girl? You would be shamed by the whole school." Zoey countered. If Scott even laid a finger on her, she was sure that hearing that Scott had hit the new girl would not be a great reputation for him. This time it was his turn to seem unaffected.
"True. If I touched you it would be a problem. But my friend Jo is a girl. And she doesn't have a problem with that. And I'm pretty sure that nobody would interfere then. I warn you Zoey, keep out of my way!"
"I was never in your way! Neither was Mike! What is your problem?!" Zoey shouted back at him.
"My problem is that Mike isn't what he seems. You may think he's some nice lovey-dovey kid. But you don't know him as I do. So, don't get involved in things that have nothing to do with you. He's had this coming for a while." Zoey was confused. What was he talking about?
"I don't understand…" Zoey said staring at the floor.
"Of course you don't. That's why you should just stay out of this." Scott concluded before walking off. Zoey was a mess. First, she missed Mike, now she didn't even know if she had really ever knew him. 'Was he some bully in disguise? No! He couldn't have, he wouldn't have let Scott beat him up then! Surely he was pure at heart! Scott must have been making up a story to separate me from him so he can bully Mike even more!' Zoey stood up with her backpack, and stared Scott down as he left the hallway.
*At the Gym*
Chemistry flew by surprisingly. Unfortunately, she had nobody to talk to during Chem, so she was all alone. Now she was in Gym, up next to get in the Obstacle course against Sammy. Coach Hernias blew the whistle, and the two ran up to the first part of the obstacle course.
"Hey! Sammy!" Zoey called out to the cheerleader as she started crossing the balance beam. Sammy turned towards her and gave her a nervous smile. "I wanted to ask you something!" She continued.
"Um…yeah sure!" Sammy called back. Zoey smiled. 'Good! I have her attention.'
"Yeah, um…I was wondering if-OUCH!" Zoey had ran straight into one of the hurtles and landed on her face. Sammy stopped where she was and was about to ask if she was ok before Amy called from the sidelines,
"Don't stop for her! Keep going Sammy! If you don't move right now…!" Sammy turned back to the hurtles and reached the spring board. Meanwhile, Trent and the others were trying to cheer Zoey on. She slowly stood up on her wobbly legs, and realized that her vision was blurry. She couldn't see more than 5 feet in front of her.
"Mrs. Hernias? I…I need to sit out…" Zoey said holding her head. With a groan, Mrs. Hernias got up from her chair and walked over to Zoey. She helped her over to the side and sat her down against the wall.
"Sammy! Get back to your team. Whoever's next, go on up! I haven't got all day!" She shouted. Zoey laid her head against the wall and stared at the ceiling. 'I really miss Mike…' she thought.
*Lunch*
Zoey was walking down the hallway towards the field with her lunch. Students rushed past her, chatting about whatever went on last night, what new games came out, and other things teenagers talked about. Zoey rounded the corner and almost slammed right into Cameron, who fell down while trying to avoid hitting her.
"Oh! Sorry!" Zoey said helping Cameron to his feet. Once he stood up, he brushed the dust off his red sweater, and looked at Zoey. He quickly adjusted his glasses before smiling.
"Oh! Hey you must be Zoey." He said. "I'm Cameron. Mike's friend."
"Nice to meet you Cameron. How did you know it was me? Does he talk about me a lot?"
Cameron smiled and nodded, "Yes, he does talk about you very much. By the way, where is he? I haven't seen him all morning." Zoey frowned.
"He's at home. Scott and the others beat him up after school. I saw it too." Cameron just stared out a nearby window, instead of looking sad like Zoey had expected him to.
"Again huh…?" Cameron said quietly.
"Again?" Zoey asked. Cameron sighed.
"Yes. Scott likes to make fun of Mike and do mean things to him." Cameron explained.
"So I saw. Do you know why he does it?" Zoey asked. The sudden question caught Cameron off guard, and he started to get nervous. Cameron was horrible at keeping secrets, and now that the one person Mike wanted to keep his secret from was talking to him, Cameron felt as though he'd blurt it out any minute.
"Uuuhhhhh, no! Nope! Haha, yeah I got to go to the bathroom! See ya later!" He said before dashing to the nearest boy's bathroom. 'What was that all about?' Zoey wondered, 'Are Mike and Cameron hiding something from me? And if they are…why?' These questions circled around Zoey's head, plaguing her mind as she walked to the field.
Shawn and Jasmine weren't outside that morning. And as usual, neither was Sammy. Zoey felt all alone. Just like she did before she met Mike. She wondered if Mike felt the same before she had entered his life. Zoey wandered around the field, looking for someone to talk to or somewhere to go. She felt like an outcast, and she missed Mike more than ever.
"Hey are you Zoey?" a female voice appeared from behind her, startling her. Unknown to her, Sierra had walked up behind her and was looking at her intently, waiting for a response.
"Um, yeah? And you are?" She responded with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm Sierra! I saw you over here and I wanted to know if you wanted to come hang out with us? You looked alone. I'm guessing you miss Mike, am I right?" She said elbowing Zoey while raising her eyebrows. Zoey backed off and raised her hands in defense.
"Woah, woah! Mike and I are just friends!" Sierra smiled.
"Ooooooh. OK, my bad. Anyway, want to come sit with us?" Forgetting Sierra's last statement, Zoey nodded and smiled. 'Well, at least she's letting me sit with them. That was nice of her'. Zoey followed Sierra over to an outside table where she saw the boy from earlier on, Noah, sitting along with two other boys and an orange haired girl who seemed to be bothering him. Sierra quickly sat down next to one of the other boys, one with light brown hair and a light tan shirt. This also seemed to bother him, as he kept trying to create space between them.
Zoey decided that she would sit next to Harold, the orange haired boy with a blue shirt on and glasses. As she sat down, she listened to the quarrel between Noah and the other girl,
"Izzy, how many times do I have to tell you to go away?" Noah said dryly. Izzy seemed to take no offense to his request, and merely started poking him in the side.
"Aw c'mon Noah! You're always stuck in those stupid books! Don't you want to go on an adventure or something exciting! I know I do!" Noah seemed to bury his face into the book he was reading even deeper.
"Remind me again why you're sitting next to us?" Izzy raised her hand to point out something, but was cut off by Sierra,
"Guys! Before you continue your argument, I have to introduce someone! Meet Zoey! She's the new girl that's with Mike!" Sierra practically announced to the entire school. Zoey seemed to shrink in her seat as she felt multiple people staring at her. 'They were just friends! Why did Sierra have to say that?!' "She's sitting here because Mike got hurt really, really badly! Or so I've heard." Sierra explained to the others. Harold was the first to speak up,
"Hey Zoey. I think we have Gym together right?" Zoey thought back for a moment and remembered when he 'swore that he would earn LeShawna's love' in front of her and Mike.
"Yeah, we do. Nice to meet you." She said nodding towards him and smiling weakly. Then, Sierra spoke up before anyone else could introduce themselves,
"Yeah! This and this is Cody! Say hi Codykins!" She said tugging on the sleeve of the boy next to her. He seemed very malcontent and after a few seconds of Sierra's pestering, he spoke up,
"Hi, I'm Cody. But I'm sure you already guessed that since Sierra said it like 300 times…" He said dismally. To Zoey, it seemed as though Cody desperately wanted Sierra to leave him alone, but. Sierra on the other hand, looked as though Cody was something that she could not live without. She was clinging to him like he was a life preserver in the ocean.
Noah, who had managed to get Izzy to stop for a moment, took the opportunity to officially introduce himself to Zoey, "Hey Zoey. I believe we met in the locker room. I'm Noah, as you might remember. I trust you'll vote for me over miss C.I.T?" He asked her while smirking as though he already knew the answer.
"Um, yeah of course." Zoey replied timidly. She really did hate electing a class president. Noah smiled at her response.
"Good. Trust me; you're making the right choice." He said before Izzy pushed him aside to get a better view of Zoey. She leaned in on the table, putting her face in front of Zoey's creating a small distance between the two. Zoey felt awkward as Izzy's face hovered right in front of her. To add to the awkwardness, Izzy began sniffing the air like a dog.
"Wow! You smell good! I'm Izzy! HI!" She said before spitting onto her hand and sticking it out. Zoey stared at it for a moment before staring back at Izzy, and the others. Harold seemed to be talking to Noah, who was ignoring him while reading a book. Sierra was clinging to Cody and Cody seemed to be struggling to avoid her grasp. When she realized that no one was going to help her out of this, she reluctantly looked at the expectant Izzy, and slowly raised her hand to meet hers. As soon as she shook Izzy's hand, she shivered. 'Who does that when shaking someone's hand?' she wondered as she lowered her hand and wiped it off on her pants.
Izzy sat back down next to Noah and grabbed his arm excitedly, "Yay! Another new adventurer to add to our expedition!" She said as her eyes sparkled. Zoey could only imagine what went through that girls head.
"So Zoey? Why were you walking all by yourself? Did you not make any friends yet?" Sierra asked rather bluntly. Zoey was starting to feel uncomfortable. Without Mike, she felt weak, and she didn't have the strength in her to converse with these other students like she did when she first met Shawn, Sammy, and Jasmine.
"Oh I don't know…I was just looking for Jasmine and Shawn. Did you happen to see them?" She asked. Sierra thought for a moment before snapping her fingers,
"Oh yeah! I heard that Jasmine was sick and Shawn went on a family vacation. Both of them will probably be back two days from now, or so my bloggers say." Sierra explained. 'Bloggers? Does she report everything that happens in this school online?' Zoey wondered. These few strangers that had recently become her 'friends' were certainly odd. Thankfully for them, Zoey thought that oddballs were awesome and hilarious. As long as they didn't go overboard, which Izzy seemed to be doing…
"Oh, well thank you for telling me." Zoey fell silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, "So…Sierra…you know a lot about everyone here I'm guessing?" She said all of a sudden. It was unexpected but she had some questions that she needed answered, and Cameron obviously wasn't going to give it willingly, and she didn't want to force him. She wasn't that kind of person.
"Oh yeah! I know everything about everyone here! Especially my Codykins!" Sierra said hugging the life out of Cody. "I even know a lot about you…hehe…yeah…oops…" Sierra started to quiet down as she released that secret information. Zoey sat quietly for a moment before continuing,
"So you know a lot about Mike?" Zoey questioned. Sierra's continuous smile suddenly faded and she nodded. She was getting close, "Is there anything I should know about him? I feel like he isn't telling me something…" Sierra let go of Cody, and stared at the floor, kicking nearby leaves with her feet.
"There isn't anything seriously wrong with him Zoey, I promise. He's not like a murderer or a psychopath." Sierra stated, avoiding Zoey's question.
"Yeah, he's nothing like this!" Noah said as Izzy suddenly tackled him, while saying something about the hunter becoming the hunted. While Noah wrestled to get Izzy off of him, Zoey continued her questioning.
"Well, I could guess that…but is there something I should know? Sierra please don't lie to me." Zoey pleaded. Again, Sierra stared at the floor and avoided eye contact. Zoey started getting suspicious. There was obviously something wrong. But what? Sierra abruptly stood up and pulled Cody up with her.
"Sorry, I really must be going. I'm sorry Zoey! Maybe later!" She suddenly dashed off at a fast speed towards the doors of the school. Zoey stared at here dumbstruck. Meanwhile, Noah had finally distracted Izzy by pretending to throw a ball, and stood up, brushing himself off.
"Finally! Thanks for helping friends. He said sarcastically. He sat back down next to Harold. "Hey Wendy's, something wrong?" Zoey ignored his reference of her red hair to the restaurant, and turned to him.
"Nothing's wrong. Thanks." Zoey stood up, with her untouched lunch, and walked away from the table. Noah stared at Harold, who shrugged. Did they say something?
*In the Girl's bathroom*
Zoey stared at herself in the mirror. For a long period of time, her mind remained blank. She just stood there, staring at her reflection. As her eyes drifted, they wandered to the flower lodged in her hair. Zoey raised her hands up to her head, and slowly removed the flower from her hair. As she held it in her hands, she stared deeply into its pink petals. 'Don't listen to her…you look perfect with it on…you're beautiful…' Mike's words flew into her head suddenly, and she instantly felt guilty.
What right did she have to be asking about Mike behind his back, after what she did for him? Truly, if she wanted to ask him something, she would ask him herself, and not go behind his back as he recovered. She felt stupid for trying to find out about Mike's secrets behind his back. After all he did for her; he deserved to keep his secrets. Zoey happily put the flower back into her hair and smiled at her reflection.
*At Mike's house*
Mike missed Zoey. There was no question about it. But the real question was, 'Does she miss me too?' Mike rested on his bed, with a cast on his arm. He had gotten it on from the doctors last night, and he said that he had a fractured Ulna. It hurt to move his arm, but every now and then, he would have to reposition himself, causing a small amount of pain to surge through his arm.
As time passed, he decided to take a look at his phone, where he had been chatting with Zoey. When he opened up the messaging app, he noticed that she had sent him numerous messages during Lunchtime. He eagerly began to type a response, when his phone shut off.
"What? Oh come on-OW!" Mike had moved his arm around suddenly, and another surge of pain was sent through his arm. Mike closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain, when he uncontrollably gasped.
Mal opened his eyes, and furrowed his eyebrows. He looked around in his surroundings. He was in a blue room, on a bed with a caste around his right arm that hurt like hell. Pictures of what appeared to be a happy family lined the walls, and piles of clothes littered the floor. He was back in Mike's room.
He was back in Mike's body.
"Mike seems to have roughed up his body a little bit. But if I do recall, that pesky little redneck boy and his friends did this to me. Seems like I should pay them a visit sometime. Still, I should also have a little fun with Mike's little friend, what was her name...ah yeah…Zoey….but I will bide my time. Mike will still be weak, and when the time comes…I. Will. Return." Mal grinned. Slowly but surely, he closed his eyes again, and gasped.
Mike reopened his eyes. It seemed as though he was absent from his mind for a short while, like he didn't exist anymore. He didn't know how to explain , he picked up the phone which he found next to his side, and plugged it back into the charger. He waited patiently as his charged began to regain battery. Soon, he would be able to re-establish contact with Zoey, and he couldn't wait to talk to her. Sitting here in his bed all day was boring, and he was hoping to see her again soon.
*Back at Stanford High*
Zoey waved to Mr. Pilkington as she left her final class, which was history. She wasn't too good at History, and it seemed to be her weakest spot in school. Students rushed all around her as they packed their book bags and prepared to leave for home. It was Friday, after all. Zoey read the locker numbers that labeled every locker until she found her number: 2146. She kneeled down next to it, and opened it up, pulling some books out that she would need for homework over the weekend.
After packing up her book bag, she ran down the stairs, past Cody and Sierra (Sierra was still clinging onto Cody) and outside into the open air. The sun beat down on her as she walked on her way home, with the school behind her back.
*Bzzz!* *Bzzz!* *Bzzz!*
Zoey felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, and pulled it out. After unlocking her passcode, her alerts showed three new messages from Mike, reading:
"Hey Zoey it's me Mike!"
"I guess you're in 8th period now, so I'll talk to ya later."
"Text me back if you want to text or something."
Zoey smiled. She completely forgot all about what had happened during lunch, and was back on the road to happiness. She excitedly started texting Mike back, while smiling. It was nice to hear back from her friend.
Well there you have it! Mal is coming back! What will Mike do when he finds out? What does everyone else know about Mike that Zoey doesn't? Why won't they tell her? Who knows? You'll just have to stick around to find out!
Before I continue, I would just like to say something about Mike. If you don't want any spoilers because you don't already know (even though I presume you do) don't look past this point!
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!
Now, as many 'Mike haters' would like to point out, Mike is not a realistic representation of people with MPD, and as I have already searched up, only a person that has MPD can actually describe how it feels, so if I don't get it right, please don't accuse me. But again, he is a cartoon character…so…yeah.
Now, on more of a positive note, hey Nizzy fans! There's a little Nizzy for ya, even though I'm not a big Nizzy fan, I'm alright with the couple, and I thought it would be nice to throw that in for you guys. It was fun to write Izzy's parts, and Noah's reactions to them.