Zoey's P.O.V.

That was Mal at the door wasn't it? I swear I saw him. I shrugged to myself and picked up my books from under my seat, knowing the bell was going to ring in a moment.

I glanced at my paper and saw that I forgot to write my name on it again. I mentally face palmed myself and wrote it in. The bell rang right after I put my pencil back in my notepad.

I picked up my paper and put in the basket. Finally finished for the day! I thought it would never end!

"How do you think you did on the test, Zoey?" Cameron asked me. Cameron Wilkins, not Bellini.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Hey, do you think Mal will get into any trouble anytime soon?"

Cameron thought about it for a moment. "I honestly don't know, Zoey. He might, so we better be careful about it."

I nodded in reply. "Alright. Just worried, and wondering." I waved to him when he turned to his locker.

I turned around to go the other way. My locker was closer to the entrance, I just like to talk to them. I passed the math room again and continued down the hall.

"Agh!" I cried out before someone covered my mouth with their hand. They dragged me into a nearby janitors closet.

It was dark in there and smelled clean and dusty at the same time. 'Janitors closet. Go figure.' I thought to myself. I stayed silent, waiting for the person to speak. People ran through my head who might play a joke on me or something like that. 'Blake, Robbie, Margaret... Mal?'

I heard a click and the light turned on. My eyes hurt at the sudden light and I had to close them. I didn't catch who it was.

I opened my eyes cautiously, half because it might be a murderer or something so I was scared and half because I didn't want to hurt my eyes again. I looked straight into unfriendly eyes, well eye. The other was covered by the person's dark hair. It was Mal. I thought it would be, I just didn't want to think it was.

"M-Mal." I spoke involuntarily.

Mal backed away a bit, his back straightening out, as though he didn't even realize he had dragged me in there. Mal stared at me a little bit and then walked out, leaving the door open a little bit for me to leave.

I walked out of the closet looking left and right for Mal. People were staring at me. Probably because I was in a closet with someone more heinous than Heather. I just looked down and went to my locker.

What was with Mal these days? He wasn't doing anything bad, and he was really random. It confused me and no doubt a lot of other people too. I sighed and shook my head as I grabbed my bag back out of my locker.

"Hey Zanna..." I heard Lindsay's voice behind me. I turned around.

"It's Zoey." I reply with a little bit of a smile.

"That's what I said, Silly!" She giggled. "Why was I hear again...? Oh! Oh yeah! Is something wrong with Mike?"

'She actually gets his name right for once.' I think to myself. "Why?"

"Well, he was just walking down the middle of the hall and he seemed like he was really mad. Everyone seemed scared. Except for Robin, Blade, and Marissa." Lindsay held her hands together. She meant Robbie, Blake, and Margaret; the only people who liked Mal.

"Oh, that was just Mal." I told her.

"Wait! There's a person who looks just like Matt and his name is Mal! Whoa!" Lindsay shrieked and ran off, probably to find Beth or Leshawna or something.

I stared after her, confused as to how this girl even got to high school. A four year old had more common sense to her. Well, I really didn't know. I mean, it was announced on national television that she was an only child. Thanks, Dawn.

I giggled to myself and walked outside the school. I wasn't in any clubs. There wasn't anything I really liked to do besides spend time with my friends. It looked like I wasn't hanging out with Mike today. Maybe I would go over to Cameron's house and we could play Monopoly or something.

It wasn't soon after I started walking that Mal joined up with me. I was surprised, honestly. Did he not know how to get home? I don't remember ever seeing him walk home himself. Maybe that's what it was.

I stared at him for a moment and he stared back. Eventually, I put my hands on the straps of my bag and looked forward. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him look down too.

"Do you and Mike normally hang out after school?" Mal asked suddenly after a few minutes.

"Yeah." I replied. I wanted to keep it short and simple. It's hard to be nice to someone like Mal. When he spoke to me for the first time today, it reminded me of all the pretending he did in All Stars. The anger rose up to my chest, but I had to keep it down. He had put Mike in Juvie, no telling what he'd do if I got him mad. Plus, it's just good to be nice to everyone.

"What do you do?" He raised an eyebrow at me. That made me suspicious. Why would he care about what we do. I prefer if someone like him didn't know my private life anyway.

"Why do you need to know?" I let my suspicion seem clear.

Mal shrugged. "Just conversation."

We walked in silence for another moment or two before I said, "We normally watch a movie or something. Or we invite Cameron over, so we can play a game or something."

Mal nodded. He chuckled to himself.

"What?" I stopped and turned to him, arms crossed.

He stopped and looked at me, a smirk on his face. "You guys really aren't much of a couple are you? Do you guys ever go on dates or something romantic?"

"Well, n-no." I stammered. "But at least he's nice. He's good enough for me."

"Yup, boring old Mike." He said, reminding me of the first time he spoke to me, when he wasn't pretending to be Mike.

"It's still better than evil Mal." I retorted. I knew what came after that. Saying that Mike wasn't coming back. But he didn't say it. Instead he just chuckled again.

Mal's P.O.V.

'We'll see about that.' I thought to myself. This new idea was brilliant. I am an evil mastermind. Well, no, but it's still the best thing I could come up with. I still believe it's the best idea I could come up with and it would be fun when I showed him what happened. But only parts. I smiled to myself.

Parts wouldn't work forever. I'd need actual things to show him. Live feeds would work best. But Zoey could be unpredictable at times. I'd still have to be careful.

Hey, who knows? I might actually fall for her in the process. I almost cackled aloud at the thought. It was actually hard for me not to laugh at such a ridiculous thought. Stop, I told myself. Zoey would seriously think I was not evil, but crazy. And that would not help with my fun.

We arrived at Mike's house eventually. Well, I guess it's my house too, but it looked to friendly to be mine too. It was pale blue and pale purple and there were flowers planted outside of it. I hated the sight of something was so kind looking.

Zoey looked at me when we got to the door. I turned my pockets inside out and a key clattered to the ground. How did I not notice it there? I picked it up off the ground and put in the key slot, it opened when I turned.

Zoey walked in when I opened the door. I didn't hold the door open for her, she walked in before I could go in, but it was best she believed what she believed.

I closed the door behind me. "How come your still here? I figured you would leave once you had shown me the way home."

"I left something in Mike's room this morning." She explained to me and bounced upstairs. Zoey was too happy all the time, it made me sick.

An idea sprang to my mind. I kept the mirror up all the time. I had perfected my Mike act, even fooling Svetlana and Chester a few times. Manitoba could sniff out anything funny though, and Vito didn't care.

I put my hair up, put a perky grin on my face, which made me want to throw up, and walked around the house shouting in Mike's voice, "Zoey? Are you here?"

"Yeah, Mike! I'm upstairs in your room." The redhead shouted down the stairs. "I'm coming down."

She ran down the steps and walked over to me. I smiled at her. "You should probably go home now. My mom texted me while you were up there and she said she was going to come pick me up. We're going to see the doctor today. Monthly check up," I lied to her, but then again, when don't I lie?

She frowned, but nodded. "Alright!" The smile returned. "Svetlana will just have to show me her trophy some other time."

I nodded and walked out the door with her. Zoey turned to hug me. I bent down and kissed her.

Zoey's face sprang to surprise. Then her eyes narrowed. "Hey, wait a minute! You're not-"

"Bye Zoey! See you tomorrow morning!" I grinned and closed the door.

Zoey's P.O.V.

Anger rose up in me again! He kissed me! I wanted to shout swears at him! He tricked me again and again I fell for it!

I walked home with my arms crossed. When I got home I could scream into my pillow, no need to make a big spectacle in the middle of Mike's neighborhood.

Wait, why would he want to kiss me? Did he intend for me to realize it wasn't him? Did he want to make me angry at him? But if he did, couldn't he just laugh at it? Wouldn't that make more sense to try and make me angry?

I knew it wasn't him when he kissed me. It was different, it wasn't nervous or quick, it wasn't full of love. But still, Mal knew how to kiss, I wanted to melt into it. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck-

'Stop it, Zoey!' I scolded myself. Mal was just causing trouble. Just causing trouble...

I did not plan the ending actually, I just wanted to add something and the idea sprang to mind! I'm content. I have a question for you guys: Do you prefer First Person with the Point of views or third person with the narrator? I accidentally switched to third person in the middle of this, so I might have forgotten to correct something. I might update again tonight if I find the time. Thanks for the reviews and reading. I appreciate it all. Please give me ideas and tell me what I can do to make this story better! Thanks!