A/N: Hey. I still not so sure about this story but, I still feel against putting this story on Hiatus. So sorry if the story isn't any good; you can PM me to tell me your ideas or tell me to quit writing this story; I don't mind. Oh and some new characters would be introduced in this chapter. Not all though *wink.
Disclaimer: I will never own Zoey 101.
Some characters might be OOC. Just a warning.
Have you ever felt darkness consume you?
You haven't? Oh that's too bad…
Because if you had, maybe you could sympathies with Hayden Blue's life.
He has always been consumed with pain; being hurt repeatedly by the people that's supposed to love him. And now, the one time he gets something that he could be happy over, she goes back to California.
To get away from him, obviously.
She should know, nobody escapes Hayden's hold.
Hayden sighed quietly, watching silently as a flame on a candle stick start to flicker over the sudden cold breeze. He then smiled sadistically a now running thought entering his mind.
'I will get you back Pensky….just you wait.'
….
Knock. Knock.
Chase sighed as he got up from his cozy bed to answer the door. Grumpily might I add.
Why is Chase grumpy you may ask? Because it was 9am on a Sunday, and he had to answer the door, because his stupid roommates had decided to go and play basketball. All he wanted to do was sleep, but nooooo. Some idiot had decided to ruin his day of just relaxing. Sigh…what could he do?
Knock, knock.
"I'm coming!" Chase said, before opening the door, to see Quinn.
Well new Quinn.
Not old Quinn who liked inventions and science-y stuff (well she might still like it, Chase wasn't really sure).
But new Quinn, who listens to pop and R&B songs. Who wears skirts and shorts more often. Who came back with freaking yellow highlights in.
Still. New Quinn was hot.
'Not as hot as Zoey though.' Chase thought. He then smiled down at (new) Quinn. "What can I do for you Quinn?" he asked, casually. Quinn frowned a little.
"I need to talk to you."
"'Bout what? Logan?"
Quinn flushed at the statement, before shaking her head Chase, and pushing him inside his own dorm.
"No. it's about us."
"Us?" Chase questioned confused. He wasn't aware of an 'us' with Quinn. Maybe Lola and definitely Zoey, but not Quinn.
Quinn was Logan's girl. And Chase will be damned if he even touched her 'inappropriately'.
He couldn't risk Logan damaging his face if he did.
"Yeah. Us."
Chase went to sit down on the single bed, "Well, talk. I guess…"
Quinn nodded, "Well I realize something recently. I erm… I realize that I haven't been talking to you or Michael. Avoiding you guys. Maybe you haven't notice…"
Chase snorted, "Haven't notice? Quinn, every time I or Michael comes to sit with you at lunch, you freeze up. Then you make up and excuses and leave the table."
Quinn flushed once again; embarrassed. "Yeah, well sorry."
Chase continued looking at her, "Why's that?"
"Eh? Why's what? Why I said sorry?"
Chase shook his head. "No. Why have you been avoiding me and Michael? There has to be a reason, Quinn."
"I'm not entirely sure. But Zoey made a suggestion…"
"Being…?"
"….that I thought as you two as brothers"
Chase really couldn't say he was surprised. Because he wasn't.
He always thought of Quinn, as a nerdy little sister. And he knew Michael did too. She was always the smart yet naive one. She needed more protecting that Lola or Zoey or even Stacy, Dana, Nicole or Michael's girlfriend Lisa. She was never as strong as them; smarter yeah. Sure. But not as strong.
So subconsciously (for awhile anyway), he had thought Quinn was like another little sister.
And he knew he hurt her when he said that he didn't believe her, two years ago. No one ever wants their 'big brother' or 'sister' telling them that they don't believe a word that they said. Your siblings (whether related or not), are supposed to be one of the main people you trust in life.
And suddenly it all made sense. To Chase anyways
Why Quinn had been avoiding himself and Michael.
He smiled down at the nervous looking Quinn; before acting a little out of character and hugging her. Then making a completely in-character motion by making a not so funny joke.
"You smell like Oranges and Bananas."
Quinn just looked at him like he was insane.
"By the way, who was you talking too?"
"Talking too? What?"
Chase rolled his eyes; "I went to your dorm a while back. You said:…."
"Hi yah Quinn!" Chase said stepping into the girl's dorm.
"Oh my god. Can't you just go away! I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Quinn yelled her back towards him.
Chase gulped, "Quinn?"
"Just leave me alone." Quinn whispered. Chase nodded, and left the dorm.
"Ohh. I wasn't talking to you."
"Yeah I realized that now. Who were you talking to?"
"…someone who I shouldn't be talking too."
And with that Quinn proceeded to tell Chase everything that has happened to her in the past two years.
…
"hmmm"
"Would you stop 'hmmm'ing?"
"Make me Adrian."
"Shut up Estelle"
"Fuck off, Joey!"
"No." Joey said, eyes dark.
Joseph Baptiste Aka Joey or Joe, was a tall feller. With pale skin, and dark black hair, he was the total caption of 'American Bad Boy', persona.
"Urg…can we get on with this? Please? You bastards" Melinda (A/N: =D) Jones said, distastes clear in her voice.
She was the look of perfection; every boys wet dream. Every girl's nightmare. With koolie black hair, and muddy brown eyes, no wonder every boy (and some girls) wanted to date her.
"Fine." Adrian Blue said; eyes downcast. Mixed race skin with a level of hotness to him, that the devil himself would scream 'too hot!' at him.
"Yeah whatever" Estelle said. Beautiful amethyst eyes look up, to glance at the remaining three of them.
"So…what do we do? Go to Cali, and warn her?" Melinda asked.
"No. or yeah. Not sure how she'll take it though. Maybe run away. Again?" Joey questioned.
"You know she didn't run away from us right? She ran away from your twin, Adrian. He was starting to scare her. And us as well." Estelle pointed out.
"Yeah I know…" Adrian said quietly.
"So what should we do?"
"We'll think of something…" Joey said.
…
"….Wow…."
"Yeah."
After telling Chase her story, Quinn was a little nervous on his reaction.
"Well Quinn, you certainly been busy these past 2 years."
Quinn nodded. "Let me go. So you can digest all this."
Chase nodded. Quinn left the dorm.
She sighed as she made her way back towards her own dorm to help Lola with her English assignment. She then smelled her shoulder; thinking it was sweaty or something and wonder if she should have put on my spray before leaving her dorm.
Quinn chuckled lightly.
' I do smell like Oranges and Bananas.'