Harsh

**Summary: **"You were never a waste of time... You just turned out to be a harsh realisation... that I could do better."

Dana sat on the beach, waiting for her 'prince' to show up. Prince my ass. Her self appointed, 'prince', was a transfer student from PCA's sister school in Florida. His name was Zack.

Zoey had talked Dana into showing him around PCA his first day, and they seemed to click as soon as he came. That's what any one who saw them from a distance, but close up, you could hear all the lies he was feeding her.

"Your the most amazing girl ever."

"I want to be with you forever."

"Even though we just started dating, I feel like I've known you forever."

"Your the only girl that's made me feel this way."

_"I love you."_

Dana huffed out loud when she replayed that line in her head. Love? Hardly. He told her that she was 'the one' the day after they started to date. It was played out, and Dana knew where it was headed. Sadly, she just kept up with their dating scene. She didn't want to be mean to the Transfer student, who had no friends.

Turns out, he had plenty of friends. Not the normal kind, like the 'hey, what's up, wanna hang out?' kind, oh no, that would have made this whole situation more bareable. His friends went something like... 'hey, what's up, wanna suck me off later?'.

This really wasn't close to love. Love is what Dana felt for Logan. That insensitive jerk of a man whore. In theroy, Zack and Logan were the same. Couldn't get enough of the opposite sex, but seriously, Dana felt that it was all an act with Logan. She's seen other sides of Logan, that controdicted everything he stood for now. Dana knew that with Logan, it was all an game when he was around people, he said he had a reputation to uphold.

Dana knew Logan was fine. He just needed a push in the right direction. She couldn't fool herself, it wasn't right to be with Zack, if she truly loved Logan... and the fact that Zack was cheating on her, made her decision all the easier.

Dana didn't want to be with Zack. After 4 months of lying, and cheating on Zack's part, she was done. She definetly concidered loving Zack after the first month, she told him that she loved him too, but she was blind. She only found out about the other girls a week ago. She thought it would hurt more, but it didn't even sting. She finally figured it out, she wanted to be with Logan.

"What is it Dana? I have uh.. homework that needs to get done." Zack said coming up behind her. Dana got up and brushed the sand off. Zack went up to her and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him off.

"Don't, okay?" Dana said taking a safe step backwords.

"What'd I do?" Zack asked, instantly getting defensive.

"We're done Zack." Dana said quietly looking into his eyes.

"Done? What?" Zack asked in shock.

"Done, as in I don't want to be with you anymore."

Zack couldn't believe it, a million thoughts raced through his head, "What was this then, Dana? A game? Just a waste of time?"

"Zack, you were never a waste of time... your just a harsh realisation that I could do so much better." Dana said her voice breaking slightly. Even though she loved Logan, it didn't mean that she didn't like Zack, it kinda hurt to see him mad like this.

"Dana, wha-.."

She didn't hear him. She left as soon as she said it. She started to walk off the beach, when Logan came out from behind the wall, seperating the beach, and PCA.

"You okay?" Logan asked, hooking his hand in Dana's. She turned to him and smiled.

"Of course I am, your so much better for me."

**AN: **I'm getting really into one-shots. Crappy Sappy. (:

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Harsh by FOBsession-DL-Freak


The End

**The End**

-One Shot- (Zoey's POV)

Why is it that in the end of every movie and book everyone's so happy? Why does it always work out between everyone. It all comes together. Every single stupid movie and every single stupid book that I have read there had been a happy ending. Life is not like that. Life is not predictable. Life does not always end with the girl and the guy happy and laughing and together. It just doesn't work that way.

Well, I am sitting here in my seat at the PCA class of 2009 graduation ceremony. It's almost the end. Tonight is the last night before we say good bye. And I still haven't told him. Sure there have been rumors of him "loving" me and stuff. Lola and Nicole continue to tell me that he's in love with me and I should let him tell me. Well, I have waited since the eigth grade and he has never said a word to me about his supposed "secret love" for me. And now it's over. In approximately 4 hours and 37 minutes I will be on my way home and than I will go to college, where there is no Chase. He'll move on. I'll move on. We'll eventually lose touch and all we'll have are those distant memories of old times at PCA.

"Michael Barret," I watched Michael stand up and walk to the stage. Dean Rivers handed him his diploma and he moved his tasle on his cap from the right to the left.

If Chase had a thing for me wouldn't he have done something by now? I mean, really, he's had about four girlfriends since I've known him. There was Abby, who moved to Russia, Tara, who developed some kind of odd rash and dropped out of PCA, Lola, one of my best friends, and you can't forget Rebecca, the phycho.

"Nicole Bristow."

We have been through so much. Fights, most of them over stupid stuff, like when we both ran for class president in ninth grade. And then there were the not so stupid fights like in March of 2006 when he took my TekMate. I never did find out what that message said...

"Zoey Brooks," Dean Rivers called. I stood up and walked to Dean Rivers. He handed me my diploma. Gosh it's amazing how one flimsy piece of paper represents all of your hard work for 12 years of school.

I smiled to the crowd once I took my place next to a guy I never met, Nick Broves. Dad, Mom, and Dustin were in the front row waving like maniacs and taking pictures. Then my eyes fell on him. He was looking at me. I caught his eye. He gave me a little wave and twas grinning like a fool. I'm pretty sure I was doing the same thing.

"Dana Cruz."

What would it be like to kiss him? Like kissing my brother? Maybe. But maybe it could be something more. My mind wandered back to the time when we acted like boyfriend and girlfriend. My hand was in his. It sorta... felt right. Then when Trisha told us to kiss... I was shocked at first but then I wanted to. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if Dustin didn't pummel Chase to the ground right before the kiss.

"Rebecca Freeman," Dean Rivers called her name and I swear, I shuddered. Just thinking back to that time makes me want to vomit. First Quinn and Lola were trying to convince me that Chase wanted to profess his love to me so I decide to confront him and walk in on him and his girlfriend kissing.

"Lola Martinez."

I think that's when I knew. It was so clear to me that I was jealous. But not the kind of jealous that is only because a girl is moving in on your territory. No, it was because I had to see that to realize my true feelings for him. So at least Rebecca's exsistance isn't a complete waste.

"Chase Matthews." I watched him walk up and he didn't take his eyes off of me. He took his diploma and took his place on the bleachers.

It's going to be so hard to say good bye. I don't understand how it's possible. I couldn't think up a better best friend. He's loyal, always there for me, and I laugh with him. Like, really laugh. Not the forced laugh, not the "Oh ha ha. That's so funny" laugh. It's the laugh so hard you almost wet yourself laugh.

"Quinn Pensky."

Tears started to blur my vision. This was really happening. We'd all be seperated. What would I do without Quinn and her weird weirdness? Nicole and her excessive talk about cute boys? Dana and her tough love? Lola and her weird aspirings to be an actress? Michael and his strange awkward ways? Logan and his love for Logan?

"Logan Reese."

It was almost over. It was nearing an end. And there's no such thing as a beautiful good bye. Say we do kiss and confess our love? In the end, we'll still be at different schools.

"Zack Zyler."

Who is Zack Zyler?!

"It is my honor to introduce PCA's class of 2009. Congratulations students, we did it!"

So...we did it.

* * *

I was packing my things in silence. Lola and Nicole were talking non-stop about their colleges and how it's going to be so much fun. I can't say that I agree.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hey, Zoey," Chase walked in. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for five honking years!

"Hi, Chase."

"Uh...can I ask you something?"

"Anything." It's coming. Finally.Nicole and Lola left the room, reading my mind.

"Do you have my cd?" Chase asked.

"Your what?"

"My cd. The Beatles. I let you borrow it a few months ago."

"Oh... yeah. I have that." Feeling like a moron I rummaged through my cd collection and found his cd.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem. See ya Chase." I said, slightly angry.

He started to walk out and then stopped.

"Zoe?" he said in a softer tone of voice this time. He came closer to me.

"Yeah?"

He looked into my eyes and I stared back it his. He touched the back of my head and brought my lips to his. It was short but sweet.

"I love you, Zoey. I've always loved you."

"Me too."

"What?"

"Since the day we met," I said. And than I slapped him across his left cheek.

"Ow! What in the world was that for?"

"Why did you wait so long? This is the end. It's all over. PCA. You and me. Who knows if we'll even see each other again!"

"We will," Chase assured me.

"How do you know?" I asked him.

"I just know."

"Like an ESP thing?"

"No, like a feeling in my gut. We're too good of friends to let a little thing like college get in the way of our relationship."

"True."

He kissed me again.

"And love always wins over distance."

So that's the end. There's no dramatic school change. We didn't both quit school and get married. It's not like the movies. It's the end- of PCA. There's no way that it's the end of our relationship. One chapter's over and the others just beginning.

* * *

A/N: I wrote this in one day. Are ya proud of me? You should be!

People, please review my stories. I get so many hits but hardly any reviews. You don't seem to understand that reviews are the source of my inspiration. I feel like writing when I get a flood of e-mails saying I have no reviews. I do not have inspiration when the mailbox is empty.

Help me out! Review. I just finished A New Beginning, The Notebook, and started a new story called It's All Coming Back.

REVIEWS equal HAPPY AUTHOR equals MORE UPDATES

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The End by Noelle Joi


Planet

The word planet has two meanings; to wander and a celestial body orbiting a star or stellar remnant that is massive enough to be rounded by its own gravity. Both definitions having a meaning to Quinn.

Quinn is a person of science. She loves science because it is both a bunch of facts and something that makes you think and dig deep into. In a science case, to Quinn, a planet is the worst form of science. This is one aspect in science where you know the diameter of a planet, the eccentricity, the amount of atmospheric gas, its period of revolution and rotation and a bunch of other pointless facts that mean nothing to anyone unless you are traveling to space. The scientists have figured that much out. But they don't know why. They can't tell you why the planets are there. They can't tell you how many planets are there in this universe of ours, they can give you an estimate, but how do they know? How do you _really _know? The truth of the matter is you don't. You don't know. No one will ever know. That is why Quinn hates astronomy. There is no real answer to it. There is no real answer to why anyone leaves without saying anything either.

"Okay, I so don't get English." Logan complained at their lunch table on Thursday afternoon.

"How do you not get English?" Chase questioned, "It is the easiest class possible."

Chase thought about his last statement and corrected, "Well, unless of course, you are a seventeen year old boy who doesn't know the words comeuppance and flabbergasted."

They all tried to hide their laughter whilst reminiscing on those times, with the exception of Lola who couldn't care less about the boy's feelings and made it certain he heard her. He glared at them all and then gave up when he came to Quinn who seemed dazed and wasn't laughing at the stupidity of himself.

He wanted to ask her what was wrong but that isn't what people like him did. Then he was no longer mad at them for laughing at him. Of course it wasn't cool for them to laugh at his lack of brilliance in one particular subject, but he did deserve to be humiliated. He suddenly felt bad for always being mean to his friends, especially Quinn.

After looking over Quinn for a moment or two Logan spoke, "I have to go." He stood up, slinging his backpack over his right shoulder and grabbing the tray with his left hand. The remaining people at the table felt a pang of guilt go through them and the rest of their lunch was quiet.

_How could he do that?_ Quinn thought to herself when she walked to her sixth period class after lunch. _How could he just leave me like that?_

She forced herself to stop thinking about him and hold back the tears of sorrow and pain. She convinced herself that she could sulk later, but now she had a history exam to ace and she would have to focus on that. Taking the test was good for Quinn, at first, because it made her think about the Cold War. That was her favorite war. She hated using science for evil and that was pretty evil, but they didn't have to resort to the nuclear bombs and the evil of science was no longer present. The only problem with that was she finished with ten minutes left in the period, which gave her ten minutes of free thinking. That was disappointing to Quinn.

Knock Knock Knock.

Logan got up from pausing his video game and opened the door to find Quinn.

"Hello?" Logan greeted although more of a question.

She forced a gentle smile and asked if Chase was there. After replying with saying it was only him until home until curfew because Chase and Michael were on a double date, Quinn frowned and said goodbye and made her way to leave.

"Wait." Logan called after her.

Quinn turned, raising her eyebrows in response.

"Well, since we will both be alone anyway, do you maybe want to stay and hand with me?" Logan said absent-mindedly. He wanted her to stay, but he felt embarrassed because he knew she would turn him down.

"Sure." Quinn replied with a small smile and made her way in to sit on the couch.

Logan smiled to himself and took a seat next to her.

After a moments awkward silence Quinn spoke, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah." Logan nodded, standing in front of their 40" flat screen TV turning off his game system.

"Why don't boys like talking to girls?"

Logan was taken aback by her sudden and random question.

To Quinn's surprise he really thought about and answered with this, "Because guys are afraid. We act all tough and try to be so cool, but we're really afraid. Some dudes are afraid that girls will freak out at them and not understand, or you can talk to a chick and she'll go and tell the rest of campus. They're also afraid of the girls that will listen. Girls that know guys. Guys, guys don't need people to try to respond to them and make them better, they need someone to listen to them and nod occasionally." Logan stopped for a few moments. "Girls need someone to compare a similar occasion with them and for people to say 'oh it's okay' because for some people its not okay, its just not and we don't need people telling us things like that, we just want someone to pat us on the back and let us no in some way that they understand." Logan couldn't believe he just shared that with Quinn. He was afraid to look at her. When he finally did, she was crying.

"Are, are you okay?" Logan asked. Quinn shook her head.

"Mark broke up with me. He left. He just left. Told me he needed to talk, he said we have to break up, and then he wandered away. Just like that. Not even caring to look back. Not even giving reasons why. Saying the basic facts, but no true answer. A answer that no one will ever know, one that he probably doesn't even know himself." Quinn finished.

Logan didn't even know how to respond to her. He felt like he knew her, really _knew_ her. Then realization dawned on him that he liked her. And he kissed her. Just like that. They pulled away and Quinn nodded and left.

Quinn came to a conclusion with the word planet.

Planet: To wander- No one likes to be left alone, for someone to wander away from them. But then again, one persons wandering can lead to another's.

Planet: a celestial body orbiting a star or stellar remnant that is massive enough to be rounded by its own gravity- Meaningless blobs of space at first, which really have no answer. They have no response for your question of their existence, but they give you the facts that you have to deal with and live with it that you will never know anymore then that. All you can do then is nod in understanding at the information they gave you.

**I am actually very proud of that!! I hope you all enjoyed the Quoganness. I have to sleep now. It's only ten o'clock here, but I have a class trip ( : ] ) tomorrow to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty and I have to wake up early. Goodnight!! Read and Review! Thank you!**

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Planet by ToBecomeAClown


1. Chapter 1

Battle for her Luv

Chap 1

**A/n: Just something I wrote while my auntie was shopping! Hope you enjoy it!**

One night the girls were doing some late night shopping after dinner with the guys.

After about half an hour of shopping Dana yawned hugely.

"I'm gonna head back the dorm, OK, guys?" she said rather sleepily.

The girls bid her goodnight and waved her off. Dana strolled slowly back to their dorm.

About halfway there Dana felt as if there were someone watching her, so she quickened her pace. Before long Dana was running, running like the wind. Dana looked around to see if anyone was there. There was no-one. All the same she kept on running. Suddenly Dana felt a hand on her shoulder, but before she could turn around to see who it was a cloth was drawn over her eyes and everything went dark. Dana was about to scream when another cloth was tied into her mouth. Dana was helpless, all she could do now was stand still and remain there. Then her assassin swept her off her feet. Dana felt herself being carried into the bushes. She was petrified. Dana felt herself being roughly thrown onto the ground, and then her clothes were taken off.

When her assassin had done what he wanted to do, he put Dana's clothes back on and bound her hands and legs and left her there.

When the girls got back to the dorm, they were so tired they went straight to bed and didn't even think about Dana's untouched bed.

In the morning Zoey woke up to find Dana's bed was still untouched. She checked the girls' lounge and the bathroom. Zoey couldn't find her anywhere, so she rang her cel phone. The phone rang out.

"Where could she be?" Zoey said to herself.

Halfway across campus Dana heard her cel ringing. She winced as she moved to answer it.

Zoey panicked and ran into her dorm.

"Lola, Nicole! I can't find Dana!" Zoey yelled utterly panic stricken.

Lola and Nicole jumped out of bed.

"I'm phoning Chase!" Zoey declared.

Dana lay completely helpless in the bushes. Her cel was ringing again, this time Dana just lay there bound and gagged. A few minutes later she heard a voice calling her name

"Dana? Dana? Where are you?" the voice sounded very distressed.

Dana moaned weakly as there was nothing she could do. Her phone rang again.

"Dana?" the voice asked.

All of a sudden Dana heard the bushes being parted. Then her blindfold was removed. Standing in front of her was Michael, his face was streaked with worry. He quickly untied Dana's hands and legs and ripped her gag out. Dana flung herself at Michael, and then broke down sobbing.

"It's OK! It's OK!" Michael whispered.

Michael comforted Dana for another ten minutes, and then he escorted the badly shaken Dana back to her dorm. Dana shook like mad all the way.

When they got to Dana's dorm Michael laid her on her bed and wrapped her duvet round her. From there he phoned the gang to say he'd found Dana.

The gang grouped in the girl's dorm. Dana who had calmed down a bit told them all about her experience and at the end broke into a fresh round of sobs.

"Dana, it's alright! We're here now!" Michael soothed.

Dana collapsed onto him and clutched at his top. Dana sobbed and shook. Michael pushed her back and tucked her in.

"Get some sleep, K?" Michael ordered.

Dana nodded her head and closed her eyes, while Michael ushered everyone out the room and closed the door behind him.

Michael couldn't keep his mind off Dana all day. At lunch Dana didn't turn up, so Michael took her a sandwich, a blix and a double choc chip muffin. Dana had already gotten up and dressed, but all she did was sit on her bed huddled up. Michael knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Dana muttered.

Michael stepped in and showed Dana what he had brought her. Dana smiled thankfully and took the goods gratefully. Michael was about to leave when Dana grabbed his arm.

"Please stay!" Dana begged.

Michael sat on Zoey's bed and watched Dana eat her food. In a way Michael felt as though he loved her, but then he thought of what she meant to Logan. Michael was torn in two, true love or friendship.

**A/N: What did you think of that? I quite liked writing that chap!**

	2. Chapter 2

Battle for her Luv

Chap 2

**A/n: What will Michael pick? Or will Logan come in to be beside Dana before he has the chance?**

Dana watched Michael. He seemed dazed as though he had something on his mind. Of course he did, but Dana didn't know that. Just then there was another knock on the door.

"Come in!" Dana said through mouthfuls.

The swung open and Logan stepped in.

"Hey babe!" Logan said comfortingly, then he shot an awkward glance at Michael, "What's he doing here?"

"Logan, don't! He was actually looking after me! He only gave me lunch! And it's not like me and you were ever together!" Dana pleaded.

Logan rolled his eyes. Michael looked sheepish.

"I'll go now! Bye Dana! Bye Logan!" Michael whispered.

Dana hugged him and Logan looked extra jealous. Michael waved and popped out the door.

"Logan, pack it in will ya!" Dana muttered.

"Why, baby?" Logan asked puzzled.

"Firstly coz I'm not your baby. Secondly I'm no-one's baby. And thirdly I don't need this right now." Dana explained, "Now leave me alone!"

"No!" Logan protested.

"Yes." Dana moaned.

"Fine!" Logan shouted grumpily.

Dana knew what was happening, Michael liked her, but he doesn't want to hurt Logan's feelings, as Logan's been dropping stupid hints since the start of the semester. Well actually he had been dropping hints since Dana came to PCA, but it was really hard to figure out if he was serious or not. Dana sat in silence trying to figure out the two guys in her life. Which one did she love, if any?

At dinner Dana didn't turn up again. Michael and Logan sat in silence, not daring to look at each other. Zoey felt the mutual dislikement between the two, but didn't know what it was about.

After dinner Michael took Dana some dinner, a pizza and some blix. This time he didn't stay in fear of being caught by Logan. He went back to his dorm, stuck in thought of Dana. Michael swore to himself that if Logan didn't make a move soon he would.

Michael sat crossed-legged on the floor in his dorm. Logan strolled in.

"You've been chatting up Dana, haven't you?" Logan jeered.

Just then Chase walked in. He sensed the tension and sat on the sofa. Chase picked up his car magazine and focused on it. Michael wasn't going to answer Logan.

"Were you or were you not chatting Dana up today?" Logan said angrily, staring right into Michael's eyes.

Michael stared right back.

"Are you gonna answer me or not?" Logan shouted into Michael's face.

Michael stared right into Logan's eyes, not daring to speak. Even if Michael was going to answer by this time it would be too late. Logan was beating him up! So much for best mates!

Chase sat there and stared at his two best friends. What they were fighting about he did not know, all he knew was they were taring each other apart. And Logan was really giving Michael a hard time. Out of instinct Chase grabbed his phone and rang Zoey. He explained everything.

Zoey was stunned and freaked out by the news.

"Dana, do you know why Dana and Logan are fighting?" she asked.

"Oh my god!" Dana screamed, "I've got to get there!"

She was about to step out the room, when she suddenly felt dizzy. Dana grabbed hold of the door frame desperately. She didn't hold on for long because the next second Dana had fallen on the floor.

"Dana?" Zoey asked worriedly.

"Oh my god, Dana!" Nicole shrieked, when the unconscious girl didn't respond.

"Phone the guys! Oh god! Phone the guys!" Lola tried to say rationally.

Zoey grabbed her phone, punched in Chase's number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Chase! Dana just, I don't know, but she on the floor! I think she's unconscious!" A very distressed Zoey screamed.

"O.K! Don't panic! I'll tell Logan and Michael! Phone an ambulance! Bye!"

"Bye!"

In the hospital, the gang, all except Dana, sat in the waiting room. Zoey was drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair annoyingly, Chase sat next to her thinking, Lola was flicking through the latest issue of 'Teen Girls', Nicole sat plaiting her hair and Michael and Logan sat staring each other out.

"Look, I know you two just had a huge fight, but we really don't need this!" Chase said the which nobody else dared to.

Michael and Logan looked at their feet embarrassedly.

"You two are best friends, and yet you were killing each other! I don't think that's right!" Chase continued, "What exactly were you two fighting about anyway?"

"Doesn't matter." Michael muttered.

"Alright then, don't be so-so-so violent next time!"

In the ward Dana lay, still unconscious. She had one of those heart monitors plugged into her.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Dana lay there, doctors surrounded her. Psychological, they thought. Dana wouldn't wake up. She just lay there, not moving. The doctors were puzzled. A young girl, in a supposable coma, with no reason.

"Dana? If you can hear us, please show us a sign!" one of the doctors pleaded.

Dana moaned.

"Dana? You have to wake up!" another doctor ordered.

Dana moaned again. Her eyes slowly flitted open. Her face cringed.

"Dana, are you all right?" the first doctor asked.

"No! I am not fucking alright!" Dana groaned, "I just collapsed, two guys have just been fighting over me and I got raped last night, and you want to know if I'm alright! Well have I got news for you! I'm not!"

"O.K! O.K, calm down!" the second doctor begged.

**A/n: That's it for one more chap! What do you think will happen next? Who you think will get Dana?**

	3. Chapter 3

Battle For her Luv

Chap 3

**A/n:Ooh! I just realised Dana just confessed that she was raped in the last chap! Time for the cops/police/the big bozos!**

"Fine! I'm calm! See!" Dana huffed.

"Now, Dana, did you just say you were raped last night?" the first doctor asked.

"No, I said I was dancing with the fairies!" Dana said sarcastically.

"Alright, then!" the first doctor, "Have you informed the cops?"

"No I have not 'informed' the cops! I just recovered from shock!"

"Didn't your friends phone them?"

"No, they just carried on as normal, except Michael and Logan who obviously were fighting over me!"

"Then would you like us to do it for you?"

"No I don't need the BIG BOZOS invading my privacy, thank you very much!"

"Right then! You'll have to stay in hospital over night, just for monitoring!"

"Great! More fuss!"

"Would you like any of your friends in to see you?"

"Yes, Michael and Logan, separately though! I've had enough drama for one day!"

xx

The doctors left Dana on her own and went to get Michael and Logan. Logan was allowed in to see her first.

xx

"You had us all worried!" Logan exclaimed.

"Well, I'm not gonna make a habit of it!" Dana responded.

"You better not!"

"What did those doctors tell you about me?"

"They said they'd never treated a girl with such a foul temper!"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously! The look on their faces when they walked into that waiting room, I thought something had gone terribly wrong!"

"Why were you fighting with Michael?"

"They were really pissed at you!"

"Logan, listen! Why were you fighting with Michael?"

"He was chatting you up earlier today, so I thought I'd set him straight!"

"He wasn't chatting me up!"

"Oh!"

Then there was a long uncomfortable pause.

"Well I'll send Michael in!" Logan announced.

He hugged Dana, kissed her on the cheek and waved as he left the room.

xx

As Logan passed Michael, he gave him a nasty look.

"YOU can go in now!"

Michael shook his head, but said nothing. He then walked into the room.

xx

As Logan stepped into the waiting room he was bombarded with questions, each and every one about Dana.

xx

"Hey, Michael!" Dana greeted.

"Hey!" Michael smiled.

"How are you?"

"What do you mean, how am I? I'm not the one in hospital!"

"So! How are you? I heard about your fight with Logan! Why were you fighting? Why didn't you just set him straight?"

"I'm fine! Logan obviously told you why we were fighting! I didn't set him straight because I didn't know how!"

"Right, that makes the world of sense! A guy not knowing how to set someone straight!"

"I do know how to set someone straight! It was a difficult situation!"

"Alright, alright! Keep your shirt on!"

"Do you need anything from PCA?"

"Nah! I'll be out tomorrow!"

"Are you sure? Even things you might need if they keep you in?"

"I've got everything I need right here!" Dana flashed him her phone, "And plus they won't need to keep me in! Will they? Or do you know something I don't!"

"No I suppose they won't! Well I better be going! See ya in the morning!"

Michael hugged Dana, kissed her on the opposite cheek to Logan and waved goodbye as he left the room.

xx

In the morning Dana sat on her bed, dressed in yesterday's denim mini-skirt and baby blue halter-neck, waiting for someone, anyone to come and pick her up. Michael walked in with Mr. Bender.

"Hi, Dana!" Mr. Bender greeted friendily.

"Hi, Dana!" Michael smiled.

"Hi!" Dana mumbled.

"You ready to go?" Mr. Bender asked.

"Uh-huh!" Dana muttered.

She heaved herself off the bed and grabbed her cel.

xx

When they got back to PCA, Dana headed straight for her dorm. People looked at her from everywhere. Dana didn't care. Obviously when she was unconscious the ambulance drew more attention than she needed. Michael walked with her. Not beside her, but behind her. Dana hadn't looked round, but she knew he was there. Walking behind her, watching her.

xx

Dana opened the door to her dorm. She saw Zoey, Nicole and Lola looking at her, so she shut the door. She turned around and entwined Michael's hands in her's.

"Thanks for everything Mike! You're a true friend!"And with that she kissed him, a long lasting kiss.

xx

After two minutes Zoey opened the door.

"Dana are you coming in or wh-"

She quickly shut the door again and turned to Lola and Nicole.

"I think I just find out why Logan and Michael were fighting!"

"How?" Nicole asked confusedly.

"Dana and Michael are kissing in the hall!" Zoey announced.

"Oh my god! I thought Logan liked Dana!" Nicole squealed.

Zoey smacked her head.

"He does! Michael obviously does too!" Lola explained completely for Nicole's benefit.

"Oh!" Nicole said still confused, "Then does that mean Logan and Michael were fighting over Dana!"

Lola and Zoey smacked their heads in unison.

**A/n:What did ya think? What's gonna happen next? Is Michael gonna keep Dana? Is Logan gonna kill him? All answers revealed in the next chap!**

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	4. Chapter 4

Battle For Her Luv

Chap 4

**A/n:Can't be bothered saying much except read I DON'T KNOW!!!!! My story!!!!! And this is probably the last chap!**

"Oh my god! They just saw us! They'll tell Logan! I have to stop them!" Dana screamed once she'd broken apart from Logan and the last five minutes had sunk in.

"You don't have to! They can't tell him coz they'll have to go passed us to!" Michael murmured.

"What about his cel?"

"They wouldn't tell him something this 'tragic' over the phone."

"You're right!"

They started kissing again.

Xx

They didn't break apart until they heard footsteps down the hall. Dana started to panic.

She hugged him and whispered, "That's probably Logan!" in his ear.

Michael nodded and muttered, "Bye!" and walked away.

Dana smiled after him. Sure enough round the corner was Logan. Dana popped her her head into the door and zipped up the imaginary zip on her mouth indicating to the other three to keep it quiet.

"How's my angel?" Logan asked kindly.

"Actually Logan..." Dana trailed off, not quite knowing how to explain it.

"You're..." Logan gulped, "...with Michael, aren't you?"

Dana nodded.

"I'm O.K! With that!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! I can have any girl I want remember! I'll get over you! I hope!"

"We can still be friends, right?"

"We'll see!"

"Oh please, Logan!"

"We were never friends in the first place, remember!"

"Yep!"

"Good!"

"Can we go back to whatever we were before, then?"

"Definitely! Only this time a little more civilised talking!"

"Deal!"

Dana couldn't resist the urge she hugged Logan tight. He hugged back.

"Thanks for being there!" Dana mumbled.

"You too!" Logan replied.

They both let go.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing I guess!"

"Can you do me something?"

"Yeah! Anything!"

"Pepper-spray!"

"What?"

"You heard me! Pepper-spray!"

"What for?"

"People's eyes!"

"Only if you don't use it on me!"

"Fine!"

"Bye, Dana!"

"Bye and thanks!"

Dana then walked into her dorm and flopped on her bed. She let out a long and loud sigh.

Xx

"Dana and Michael up a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, and then comes the ba-" Nicole was singing childishly, but Dana gave her the 'death' stare and she had to stop.

Dana was cuddled up to Michael, Zoey was sitting next to Chase, Logan was sat next to Nicole and Lola was lying on the floor. They were talking about the events that had happened in that weekend. Quite a lot as it seemed. And it was. Dana had been raped, fallen unconscious and fallen in love with Michael, much to Logan's despair...

**A/n: What did you think? What about the ending? Should there be a sequel? I really don't know!!!!!! Sorry about the short chap didn't know what else to put in as the end seemed good to me!!!!**

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Battle for her Luv by Zina Nevirone


The Dance

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! NICKELODION DOES!

"LOLA! LET'S GET OUT HERE BEFORE THIS PLACE BLOWS!!!!" Zoey Brooks screamed to her best friend/roommate. Their other roommate Quinn was doing another one of her Quinnventions and that always scared the crap other of Lola and Zoey. They walked into the bookstore and started to look at the latest magazine that were on the racks.

"So who do you want to ask you to the dance?" Lola asked flipping through a fashion magazine.

"I don't know I mean I want Chase to but, I doubt that he will." Zoey said quietly, only Lola ad Quinn knew that she liked Chase. "What about you?"

"Well I wasn't sure about it at first but I want Logan to." Lola said.

Of course both of the girls where unaware that Michael had hear everything that they had said.

"GUYS, GUYS, GUYS!" Michael yelled as he ran into his dorm that he shared with Logan and Chase.

"WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!?!?!?!?!" Chase yelled back.

" Lola wants Logan to ask her to the dance and Zoey wants Chase to. Hello??" Michael started to wave his hands in front of the guy's faces but they were just staring. All of a sudden Chase and Logan were fighting each other out of the door.

Zoey, Lola, and Quinn were sitting at the lunch table talking when Logan and Chase ran up.

"WOAH! Where's the fire?" Quinn asked.

"Lola will you take a walk with me/" Logan asked while Chase was asking the same thing to Zoey.

Both the girls looked at each other and nodded.

As they both walked off in different directions Logan grabbed Lola's hang and Chase grabbed Zoey's and at the exact same time the guys asked "Will you go to the dance with me?"

"Yah! I loved to!" Zoey said.

"Of course!" Lola said kissing Logan on the cheek.

"So you wanna go make out?" Logan asked Lola

"You're a pig!"

"But a hot pig!"

"Ok, a hot, lovable pig! Lola replied kissing him on the lips.

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The Dance by rebeccaLautner


Mark's jealousy

**A/N: Yeah, I know it's way late but I only started watching Zoey101 a few weeks ago. And I love it! So this is a short one shot of why Mark kisses Quinn randomly in _The Radio._ Mark/Quinn/Logan**

**Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey101, if I did Mark and Rebecca would be dead and Choey would've been together ages ago!**

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**Mark P.O.V**

I wonder why Quinn wants to kiss me all of a sudden. I'm afraid I might put her off. It sounds stupid but I'm not ready to kiss her. I have no reason to, no motivation. Last time I kissed a girl was about a year and a half ago. I kissed my ex girlfriend Courtney. She didn't talk to me for two days after that. Am I that horrible? Anyways then came Quinn thinking I was dating her and Courtney hit my guts with a salami when she saw us together. What if Quinn dumps me after I kiss her? Or worse. What if she has an affair because I won't kiss her!

"Hey Mark..." came a familiar but cold, uninterested voice. I looked up to see Quinn herself, standing there looking bored and moody. Was she dumping me? Usually she'd call me baby but she wasn't now. Scary.

"Hi Quinn," I replied nervously. She stood there staring at her feet for a while. Then she drew her breath, that was it! I was gonna be single again! Should I kiss her?

"I need you to help me with something. Well my friends more like..." she said. Phew she wasn't dumping me - at least not yet.

"What with?" I asked.

"Follow me..." she started. I got up and followed her through the corridors. I reached for her hand but she pulled away icily. Uh-oh! Was she planning to dump me in front of her friends? Or get Chase, Barrett and Reese to beat me up? I shivered as I remembered the fight with Vince Blake and his team. I would **die** if I got beaten up again!

We stopped at the girls' lounge. There Quinn and her friends began explaining what they needed my help for. I was some neautral judge called the mediator. Or was it immediator? Basically, my job was to sit at the counter and listen to Chase and Zoey argue their case over a stupid radio.

"And if I had known what it was worth, there would have been no chance that I'd have sold her that radio for a measly five bucks!" Chase said as my eyelids almost closed.

"It wasn't my fault you didn't know..." Zoey muttered under her breath.

"Hey! You already got your chance to talk!" Chase replied, hearing her comment. She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I say that any friend should, under these circumstances give me my radio back!" Of course I wasn't listening to any of this. I couldn't be bothered. I was looking at how close Logan Reese was standing next to _my_ girlfriend Quinn Pensky. They were barely an inch apart. Grr, I bet I was green right now! I snapped out of my train of thoughts.

"Are ya done?" I asked hastily.

Chase hesitated for a few minutes before finally saying, "I'm done."

"Good. The radio belongs to Zoey," I announced, hitting the hammer on the metal thingy. Of course my decision was biased: if Quinn was for Zoey so was I. However, what happened immediately after my words made me wish I had chosen Chase.

"I knew it!" Quinn squealed, turning to Lo- Reese and high fiving him.

"Yes! Ha! Told ya I was right!" he exclaimed happily. All I wanted now was to break them up. _Literally_.

"What!" Michael and Lola yelled in frustration.

"I'm going to bed," I said sadly walking past Reese who pulled my girlfriend into a hug. She happily hugged him back. So much for hating him.

"We shouldn't have let Mark be mediator!" Lola complained to Michael. She obviously knew that I was on Quinn's side for the sake of it! "We should do this over. I say we need a do over!" I heard her say to her friends as I walked off.

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A few minutes later, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Mark!" Quinn called. I turned around slowly as she ran up to me. I couldn't be mad at her for hugging one of her best guy friends. Besides, she hated him. But what if she didn't? What if they already kissed behind his back? Or what if she was planning to kiss him? "Thanks for being the mediator."

"Sure, what else would I have to do at three in the morning?" I said sarcastically. She laughed quietly. It was now or never. "I just wanted to say, I think you made the right decision and I-" I cut her off by kissing her. Wow, her lips were soft and they tasted of apple and banana lipgloss. Better than Courtney's. I hope Reese didn't have the pleasure of kissing these lips before me. Of course not, Quinn wasn't the type of girl to cheat. After all, she was the one desperate for me. And not I was the one desperate to keep her as _mine_, and mine _alone_.The kiss lasted for about a minute. We pulled away for air and she smirked at me.

"You kissed me..." she stated stunned.

"I know, I was there" I replied smiling.

"But why now? Why was this the right moment?" she asked. Oh no... I had to think of something.

"Well... where you expecting it?" I asked. _Because I wanted to beat Reese._

"Not at all," she said.

"That's why," I lied. She just grinned at me. "So... I'm a pretty good kisser right?" Her grin suddenly fell and she blinked her eyes rapidly. She was gonna dump me!

"We'll talk about that another time," she said kissing my cheek before walking off. Great, even she thought I was a bad kisser. Just like Courtney did.

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**A/N: Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? Seriously, I hate Mark. I'm a total Quogan shipper. I thought they were meant for each other since _Chase's girlfriend_ where Quinn helped Logan with his free throws. Despite him calling her a spazz...**

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Mark's jealousy by QueenKordeilia


Say Hello to heaven for us

Say Hello to Heaven

_**Say Hello to Heaven**_

_I lie awake at night and call your name. The sound of my own voice drives me insane. I'm doing everything I can to face the truth and try to understand. Won't you say hello to heaven for us. Tell Jesus we're not mad but we miss you so much._

Zoey was lying in bed tears pouring from her eyes. It had been three years since Chase had been hit by a drunk driver. She prayed to god every day to let him know that she wasn't mad. She just missed Chase so much everyday.

_Please ask him when he comes back to take us where you are. Help me to forgive the man in that other car. It's hard to believe you're really gone but you left me one good reason to carry on. Our baby girl is growing up so fast. Every day she's looking more just like her dad._

Zoey held Melody close. Tears flowed down the six year olds face Zoey realized that her little girl's cute face had held her together all these years. Zoey couldn't believe that Chase was gone Melody looked so much like him. Melody said "mom will dad be beside me again soon. I hate the man that hit him because he took him away from us."

Zoey said "Mel you know I don't like to hear you talk like that. Your dad would want us to forgive him. Your dad would be very proud of you because you have grown up so fast."

_Won't you say hello to Heaven for us. Tell Jesus we're not mad but we miss you so much. Please ask him when he comes back to take us where you are. Help me to forgive the man in that other car._

Zoey tucked her little girl in and said "let's say a special prayer for dad. This way he's not so far away."

Melody said "god if you can here me I want to be with my dad when the time comes. I also want to forgive the man who hit him because dad wouldn't want me to hate anyone." Zoey kissed her little girl and turned out the lights. Then she went to bed so she could face anther sleepless night alone. Zoey got up and swore she heard Chase's voice. Tears filled her eyes when she said "Chase I miss you so much and it's hard. Thank god I have Mel."

_I wish that man had known when he was taking that last drink that he'd be taking your sweet love away from me. Please ask him when he comes back to take us where you are and help me to forgive the man in that other car._

Zoey smiled when she heard Chase say "Zoe I don't think that man knew that he would be taking a father away from his child. Tell Mel that I want her to forgive the man in that hit my car. It was just a freak accident I love you both very much and I'm still with you. I love you Zoey but I have to go back to Heaven."

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Say Hello to heaven for us by Music of the wind


Friday is the Worst Day of the Week

**Disclaimer: I own nothing.**

**A/N: This is actually based on another fanfic I read (A Harry Potter fanfic, actually), called "I Hate Fridays". I thought it sounded a lot like Chase and Zoey. Enjoy!**

"Chase, will you _please_ stop that!" Michael slams his math textbook closed, trying to get my attention. I snap out of my reverie and find that I'm drumming my fingers on the top of the table we're sitting at in the lounge. My homework is long forgotten, lying strewn in a messy half-circle around me. I'm supposed to be concentrating for a science test I have next week. It's worth a rather large portion of our grade. But all I can look at is that damn clock hanging on the wall above the TV, watching the second hand tic by with such an annoyingly regular pace, it makes me want to go over, rip it off the wall, and throw it out the window. I toss Michael an apologetic smile before trying (unsuccessfully) to memorize scientific facts that I'm pretty sure I'll never use after this. I hate Fridays.

Fridays used to be the best day of my week. The last class would let out, and I'd feel nothing but the exciting anticipation of a lazy Saturday spent sleeping in, and a Sunday afternoon filled with warm sunshine and the occasional breeze. Perfect beach weather. Weekends were the best.

But lately, every Friday evening, I get this growing, burning sensation in the pit of my stomach, eating away at the lining. The anticipation of something usually makes the actual even better, right? Well, my anticipation of the weekend usually starts around Thursday night, when Michael, Logan and I bid the girls goodnight and go to bed, and reaches its peak somewhere around Friday afternoon at three, when the school day ends. By that time I'm wound tighter than a drum, and then it's all Michael and Logan can do to calm me down before I lose my mind, or do something I might _really_ regret.

Usually the excitement of a few days free of tests and books and learning leaves me feeling as free as thought I were a bird having been tethered to a tree, only to have it's strings cut.

But lately, that feeling has been replaced by the feeling of the acids in my stomach churning and hitting against the sides of it until I'm pretty sure I have an ulcer has been ruining my weekends more than if I had to study for my math final in one afternoon.

I don't get it. Nothing's changed. It's not as though I'm a gladiator, about to fight lions and homicidal, half-starved Romans for the right to live. I _love _the weekends. I _live_ for the weekends. I'm finally _free_ once that school bell rings, and I should be ecstatic. But honestly, I'm beginning to _hate_ my weekends.

So, after a few minutes of me consciously trying not to do anything that would annoy the other people in the room (Michael looks as though if I start thumping my fingertips on the table again, he might just take his history book and slam it down on my hand), and trying not to look at the clock, I see Logan, who's sitting on the couch across from me playing a video game with lively music, give me an all-knowing look. The kind that makes him look half-intelligent with a half-martyr sigh, and I know in a moment he's going to start spewing some mistaken I-know-what's-wrong-with-you, crazy philosophical speech, and the only thing I can pray is that it's short so I can go back to chewing myself up inside without interruption.

"I know what' wrong with you, Chase," he says, on cue, ten seconds later. He pauses his video game, throws it down on the table, and props himself up on one elbow. _Oh, sure you do,_ is the first thought that comes to mind, and I bit the inside of my mouth from saying it with a little more sarcasm and venom than I would mean it to. I swallow down the bile that has risen from its proper place in my stomach and glance again at the clock over the TV.

As I watch the minute hand pass the nine with a deliberate stroke, it's all I can do to make the spaghetti I had for dinner stay where it's supposed to. I feel nauseated and sick, and I have no idea why. Fridays at seven used to mean a game of basketball, or a movie in the lounge or at the theater. Now it means an agonizing two days that will eventually drive me to a mental hospital. Pity they don't have one on campus. I'm sure Michael and Logan would be more than willing to check me in, at this point.

Logan's still staring at me, as if he expects me to kiss his hand and beg him to tell me what's wrong with me. If I don't respond in a few seconds, he's going to tell me anyway, so I might as well humor him.

"Enlighten me," I say, putting down my pencil. "What's my problem?"

"You," he says, sitting up. "Need a girlfriend." I can see Michael next to me trying to pantomime to Logan that me and girls are a touchy subject to bring up. Logan ignores him and leans forward so that his forearms are resting on his knees. I have a sudden overwhelming urge to smack that all-knowing grin off his face.

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, Logan," I mutter, throwing him a glare and turning back to my science textbook, not reading a thing. I feel my foot start twitching under the table and am thankful that Michael doesn't notice. I need to get rid of this nervous energy.

A couple of whistles and the sound of giggling coming from behind me cause me to turn around, and low and behold, here comes one of the reasons I wake up in the morning. And by every god out there, does she look beautiful. No, wait. I mentally open up the thesaurus section of my mind, and pull out a better adjective. Not just beautiful, ravishing. No, more than that. Dammit Matthews, think! What am I saying? Thinking left the building about five minutes ago. She looks good enough to eat, devour actually, and right now all I'd like to do is shove her into the nearest janitors closet and reenact some of those fantasies that pop into my head when I'm supposed to be paying attention in science class (which is quite impossible when she's sitting right next to me, her elbow bumping mine as she takes notes. It's no wonder I'm failing that class.).

She walks in next to Lola, blushing slightly at the appreciative whistles from the other guys in the room, dressed in a filmy white dress shirt, rolled up to her elbows, and coming down un-tucked over a pair of very tight blue jeans and sneakers. Her hair is in those adorable braids that give her the look of a school girl, and is wearing a hint of that blasted watermelon lip gloss; the smell of it alone drives me crazy.

But the part that makes my heart lodge in my throat and my stomach tighten somewhere in the lower abdominal region is the fact that she's sucking a lollipop. She's really casual about it, but I swear, I've never wanted to be cherry and artificially flavored so much in my entire life. I look away, because if I don't, I will soon need a cold shower.

"Hey guys," Lola greets us, Quinn coming up on her right. "So, how does she look?" She gestures, salesman like, to Zoey. She beamed, obviously proud of her accomplishment in helping Zoey dress for the evening.

"She looks great," Michael said, giving a wide grin before returning to his homework.

"Awesome," Logan agreed, giving her a once-over before going to back to his video game. Lola looks to me for my reaction, and I'm sure my gaping fish-out-of-water routine speaks volumes. She gives me a satisfied smirk, while Zoey looks at me as if she's wondering when exactly I became a mute. My pencil remains, shakily, hovering over my paper, the thought that I had been ready to write down for question number three suddenly flying somewhere unreachable.

"So, is Andrew taking you somewhere really nice tonight?" Michael asks, giving up on trying to do his homework and instead putting his books in his backpack and leaning back a bit against a stack of pillows behind him, cradling his head in his hands. I feel the bottom of my stomach drop out, suddenly remembering exactly why I hate Fridays. I check my watch again. Seven-fifty five. _Five minutes until Zoey's date,_ my mind reminds me in an obnoxious sing-song voice. Sometimes I think my subconscious is out to drive me insane. I have the urge to tell it to go to hell, but saying that aloud might just convince Logan and Michael that now would be the time to commit me into that insane asylum I'm sure they've been looking at. I bite my tongue and tap my foot impatiently against the carpet. I hate Fridays.

"Not really," she says, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. God, that's cute. And there I go again. I glance away from her and down at paper in front of me, trying to get a hold of myself. "Just a picnic down by the beach."

"Sounds romantic," I mutter bitterly. At least, I thought it was muttering. Apparently, it wasn't. "Maybe you'll fall in and Andrew can rescue you. Hell, maybe if you're lucky, he'll give you mouth-to-mouth." Michael gives me a glare as the girls look at me with shock. I'm sure I have the words _jealous idiot_ tattooed on my forehead, but at the moment, I don't care. All I'd like to do is snap Andrew's thin little neck. And as I look at my watch, he should be arriving any minute. I put on a fake happy smile.

A moment later, the short rap on the now closed lounge door and the friendly tentative "Hello?" indicates that Andrew has indeed arrived. He's early tonight. The acid in my stomach climbs it's way painfully into my esophagus. I want to rip his head off. He looks like an idiot. And that's not just my biased view of things. I look over at Michael and Logan, giving me the _You've got to be kidding me_ look. The kid is actually wearing a button down flannel shirt. I understand the guy's from up north, but you'd think he'd at least somehow conform to California style. Nope. His dirty-blonde hair is tousled, as if he'd just come back from a wind-tunnel, and he was wearing cuffed jeans. Cuffed jeans? Who in their right mind wears cuffed jeans? Didn't those go out in third grade? Anyone I knew would be killed socially for wearing them. But surprisingly, this guy can pull it off, and it sickens me. He gives a winsome smile to the girls before acknowledging the others in the room.

"Hey guys," he nods to us each in turn. "So, is my girl ready to go?" He turns and gives Zoey a wink. _My girl._ The words make me want to throw up my dinner. I'm afraid if I don't leave the room in a minute, my head's going to spin around and I'm going to spew green slime over everyone, like _The Exorcist_. _No, she's not ready to go, _I think to myself, _But I'll take you somewhere. How about the middle of no where and I'll leave you for dead? _I grip my pencil a little harder, feeling the wood bend and croak in protest under the pressure. Especially when Zoey gives him an adorable little giggle and an endearing smile. Andrew heeds me no mind, instead offering his arm, gentle-man like, to Zoey to take. I have the sudden urge to break his arm in several places, but cover it with a cough. God, I hate Fridays at seven.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go," she says, taking his arm. She turns back around "Unless there's something I've forgotten to do. Is there? Something I needed to do tonight?" She puts emphasis on the last question, and I swear, she's looking right at me when she asks it. _I can think of a few things I'd like to do tonight,_ I think scandalously. I shake my head while the others answer in the negative, and Zoey looks kind of disappointed for a moment and sighs, but gives a small smile, and hands me the lollipop she'd been sucking on. I see Quinn and Lola exchange one of those all-knowing girly looks that I hate so much, waving to Zoey as she walks out the door. I look sullenly at the half-eaten lollipop before popping it into my own mouth. It's as close to a kiss as I'll get from Zoey, that's a fact. I cross my arms and pout slightly. Stupid Andrew. Stupid date. Stupid Fridays.

"Chase, you re the biggest idiot I've ever seen," Lola says suddenly, turning around quickly from the door to give me the worst glare I've seen her give a person. She puts her hands on her hips and gives an exasperated glare at my shocked look.

"What?" I ask, my jaw dropping so much the lollipop nearly dropping out of my mouth.

"Dude, Lola's right," Michael says. Great, now it's going to be gang-up-on-Chase night. I turn in his direction. "Zoey didn't want to go tonight."

"What? Of course she did...she didn't? How could you tell?" I ramble on. Great. I go from indifference to slight care to inquisitive in the space of five seconds. I mentally slap myself. Hard.

"Didn't you see the way she looked at you?" Quinn asks. I hear Lola mutter under her breath _"The way she always looks at you"._

"Umm...no?" I offer. I look helplessly at the rest of group. They all give me the _You're an idiot _look that Lola just gave me a moment ago. I sigh.

"Dude, she looks at you like _every_ guy wants a girl to look at him," Michael said. "She's so head over heels for you, it's unbelievable. Didn't you even notice that she asked that to give you to opportunity to ask her to stay and not go with him?"

"Yeah, right," I mumble, even though a nagging hope has caught the back of my mind and is tugging it to a dangerous place. I shake my head and once again resign myself to my unrequited-love, friend-boy status. I take the lollipop out of my mouth and twirl it in my fingers, just staring at it, hoping the others will go away and leave me to my misery. When they don't leave, I glumly replace the lollipop back in my mouth and shoot death glares at everyone in the room. Which, given my track record of glares, doesn't do much but make me look like an idiot.

A half-hour later signals curfew, and a wandering hallway proctor comes in to tell us so. I help Michael gather up his notes and books while scooping up my own and shoving them haphazardly into my already crammed backpack. With a resigned sigh, I throw it over my shoulder and follow my room mates back up to our dorm. Logan goes into the bathroom to take a shower, and I see Michael flop unceremoniously on the top bunk, causing the entire thing to shake as I flip open my laptop and the small light attached to the side. I fiddle around on the computer for awhile, working on a script I've rather lost interest in, surfing the web for interesting news stories, random facts, anything I can think of that will possibly keep my mind off the fact that the love of my life is out on a date with a guy that's not me and who I can't stand (not just because he's dating Zoey. What? It's not!) Logan eventually goes to bed after about an hour of playing that stupid video game and admiring himself in the mirror he hung over his bed, and soon, the only light in the room is the light from my laptop.

I look at my watch. They should have been back by now, but a recent conversation with Lola in the girl's dorms told me that Zoey hadn't been seen since she left with Andrew. I'll wring his neck if he makes her get detention for being out past curfew. Hell, I'll just wring his neck for the sheer pleasure of it. I have an inner debate with myself as I glance once more at the bottom right-hand corner of my computer screen on whether or not I should wallow in misery here, to have her come back and tell me how great the date was either through phone or an IM, or go for a walk and wallow in misery out there. Either way, misery loves company, and my wandering mind is company enough.

I shut down my computer, careful not to wake Logan or Michael as the music that indicates the laptop's shutting down program sounds off. I grab a hooded sweatshirt from the closet and my sneakers from where they lay under the bed. Tugging both on, I carefully open the door, wincing at the _click_ it makes as the stopping mechanism is released. I sneak down the hall, careful not to be caught by the dorm advisor, and am home free once I creep out the door to the building.

The pitch-blackness of the campus makes it more dark and spooky than I would have imagined possible in the daylight, and I pull the sweatshirt a little tighter around my body as a cold breeze floats through the fabric. I wander along the pathways, down through the basketball court and onto the beach, the silt crunching under my toes and the waves making a perfect soundtrack to my despair. I pick up a pebble and try to bounce it through the crashing waves, but as they thundered over the boulders further down the beach, it didn't hold much promise that I'd even be able to throw the pebble in without it being hurled back at me by a white cap. As I approach the boulders, I notice a figure sitting on the largest one, and as I get closer, I begin to recognize that figure. It's Zoey. But what in the world is Zoey doing out at...I check my watch...ten-thirty at night, watching the waves crash around her? Something must have gone wrong on the date. I suddenly feel an urge to run into Andrew's dorm room, rip his head off, and feed it to the nearest dog I can find. But for now, I manage to compose myself enough to walk (okay, run) over to the rock.

"Zoey?" I call, my voice almost getting drowned out by the waves. She turns at my voice.

"Chase?" she asks in return. I smile, and scramble up to sit next to her.

"Zo, what's the matter? You look a little...flustered," and she does. There's sand on her shirt and pants, and in her hair, and I notice she's not as well put-together as she was at seven. The only rational thought was that she was going at it with Andrew, but that thought is painful, so I shove it away and await her explanation.

"Oh, Andrew was just acting all teenage-boyish tonight," she explains, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to rid it of sand. Teenage-boyish. That sounds like a plausible case for murder, doesn't it? I wonder if that would stand up in court.

"What did he do?" I ask, my voice a forced calm. She puts a hand over mind reassuringly.

"He just tried to go a little too fast, that's all," she says. "But you aren't to do anything, okay? I took care of it." I wasn't planning to anything to him. Except give him a slow, painful death.

"What did you do to him?" I ask, curious. Zoey never struck me as a violent person. Andrew is still getting killed later...but later.

"I punched him," she says shyly, showing me her hand, which has started to bruise, and a small cut is there from where she must have made contact with a tooth or something. "Not hard, or anything, but enough to get him to stop." I stifle a shocked gasp, and a chuckle, instead taking her hand and laying it in my lap, gently rubbing the area that had started to darken.

"I never thought you had it in you," I reply honestly, watching her look soften as she looks down at our joined hands. "You're a regular Mohamed Ali, huh?"

"Not quite up there yet," she giggles. I have the sudden urge to kiss her right now, but I force it down. "But I figure, a few more guys with fast hands like Andrew, and I should be ready to duel with the best of them." If I had anything to say about it, no guy like Andrew would even be allowed within a fifty mile radius of her. I'd never be able to do that, though, and it saddens me. So instead, I continue to caress her hand, trying to pour out all my feelings in that simple touch. I notice she's not moving her hand away, and that bubble of hope from earlier rises a bit more.

We stay that way for awhile, and only when I hear the characteristic _beep _of my watch indicating the hour has passed do I move. I look down, and realize it's eleven, and if we get caught, not only will we get detention, but there will be a lot of rumors floating around school. I take her other hand and pull her up.

"We should get going," I say, and I notice her face is a little flushed. I guide her off the rock, and some nagging part of my mind wishes vehemently that she would trip so I could catch her. If there would be any time to tell that part of my mind to go to hell, it would be now. However, we scuttle off the boulder, and walk down the beach. That same nagging part of my mind tells me that she hasn't let go of my hand, and I feel a rush of satisfaction because of it. I bite it back, literally biting the inside of my cheek to stop from blurting out something I might regret.

I carefully manage to sneak us back into her dorm building, creeping past Coco, who is watching a chick flick and indulging in the family-sized can of ravioli and a large carton of ice cream. That could only mean another break-up. It also meant that she'll be too distracted to notice two teenagers sneaking past her office. I silently rejoice, and swiftly tug Zoey past the doorway. Coco doesn't even notice; I can hear her sobs of "No, she doesn't love you!" down the hallway. Zoey stifles a giggle behind her hand, and I fight the urge to just back her up against the wall and...never mind. I smile back, and grip her hand a little tighter.

We reach her dorm undetected, and she tugs her key off her neck and pushes open the door after unlocking it. Oddly enough, the room is dark. Zoey doesn't look perturbed as she flips on the light, pulls me by the shirt sleeve inside the dorm.

"Where is everyone?" I ask. My subconscious smacks me. _Who cares? You're alone in a room with Zoey late at night, and you ask where her room mates are? Idiot!_

"Well, Quinn had a date with Mark tonight," she says, flopping down on her bed. I sit next to her. "And Lola is probably in your dorm."

"My dorm?"

"At this point, she's probably examining Michael's tonsils," she giggles. Okay, _anyone_ examining Michael's tonsils was an image I didn't need. I shudder, and she giggles again. I smile, feeling a sense of pride that she laughed at me. I go into the bathroom and retrieve rubbing alcohol and bandages.

She doesn't say anything as I take her injured hand in my own again, and lay it in my lap. She doesn't move it away as I unscrew the cap of the antiseptic and put some on a gauze pad I found I had grabbed along with the bandages. I begin to gently rub the gauze pad over the small cut on her hand, apologizing as I hear a sharp intake of breath on her part. I can feel her staring at me, but I can't bring myself to look at her. Because I know if I do, I'll fall headfirst into those gorgeous green eyes, and I fall, I'll most certainly drown. Right now I'm doing everything I can do just to keep my head above the surface. Somehow the knowledge that she hadn't wanted Andrew's affections calmed me. That didn't mean she wanted mine, of course, but at least my urge to hurt him very badly has now passed.

I rub my thumb carefully over the darkening bruise on her hand before putting on the bandage. Finally, I look up, and I swear our faces are closer than they were a few minutes ago. My senses are on their toes, hyper-aware of the smell of her perfume and a hint of her shampoo. I can smell the salt of the sea on her skin from sitting out on the beach, and the scent of grass from where she was sitting with Andrew. If I reach out, just a little bit, I can caress her cheek to see how soft her skin really is; trace the frame of her face with my fingertips, the outline of her lips, count the sparkles in her eyes.

"Chase, do something for me," she whispers just loud enough for me to hear. The sound of her voice breaks whatever self-control I had in her presence to little bits. I would rope the moon for her if she asked me to. I build up the courage to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and I swear she gasps and shudders at my touch. Her eyes close for a moment before opening again, and the brilliant color of her eyes has never been more apparent to me.

"Anything," I answer, our breaths mingling. I wonder what it would be like if I had the courage to move a bit closer and feel the delightful friction of her lips against mine. I feel my resolve breaking as she licks those lips before whispering her request.

"Kiss me," she says, and for a moment, I could have sworn I misheard. But the darkening gaze fixed on me tells me that I hadn't.

"Are you sure?" I ask. My mind slaps me again. I didn't want to scare her, and I had the nagging fear that if I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. I didn't want to turn out like Andrew.

"I'm sure," she declares, and I don't need to be told a third time. Almost before she can finish the sentence, I kiss her. And by God, no fantasy I dreamed up in science class could compare to this. I feel a buzzing of energy make its way from the pit of my stomach, fizzling like electricity through my veins and filling the back of my eyelids with bright color. And judging by the small whimpering noises she's making, I can only gather that she's feeling the same way. Before I can stop it, my tongue sweeps along her bottom lip. I hear her gasp in surprise before allowing me access, and God, I am home. She leans back on the bed, tugging me on top of her by the collar of my t-shirt. It feels like we're trying to fuse not only our bodies but our souls together, and I'm convinced that I'm going to wake up any minute from the sound of the alarm clock from one of the best Zoey dreams I've had in awhile. She tastes so good, and I find that our hands are wandering of their own accord. Her skin is so soft, and I hope to God I'm not dreaming...

"Chase, I love you," she murmurs against my lips. _Okay, that's it, I'm dreaming. No way in hell would I hear __**that**__ in real life. _My mind is racing at about fifty miles a minute, and I can barely think straight. I pull back in surprise. She cups my cheek in one soft hand. "You're not dreaming. I love you."

I have to physically keep myself from running victory laps around campus, screaming with joy at the top of my lungs, because that would be terribly unromantic. I suddenly find myself kissing her with a passion I never knew I could conjure up, but comes so naturally. She responds in kind, and I thank my lucky stars. I pull back again, and rest my forehead against hers.

"I love you, so much," I whisper. "You have no idea. Ever since the day I saw you." She gives a smile before hooking her arms around the back of my neck and pulling me in again. I don't know how long we remained like that, but much too soon, I hear a voice.

"Well, it's about time," the voice says, with a note of triumph and satisfaction. We break apart reluctantly, to find Lola leaning against the closed door, grinning like the mad hatter with her arms crossed over her chest. I sit back off, sitting up on the bed. Zoey clears her throat, and I notice she looks like something the cat dragged in. I feel a thrill of satisfaction as she attempts in vain to straighten her appearance. Lola raises her eyebrows at the two of us, but doesn't say anything. Taking another glance at my watch, I notice it is well past midnight.

"I should be going," I say, more to Lola than to Zoey. I give Zoey a kiss on the forehead before making my way towards the door. I turn back, and the warm, loving look she gives me makes me want to kick Lola out, so we can continue where we left off. She smiles, and I feel the floor melt from the intensity of her stare.

"Chase, I hope you know I won't be going out with Andrew anymore," she says. I grin.

"I should hope not," I say. "Good night." I close the door behind me, leaving me surrounded by the darkness of the hallway.

Before I go to bed, I take one last walk around the beach, where I had been sulking in misery only hours before. I look into the waves, and all I can see is her face, giving me that come-hither stare she was giving me as I left. I skip a pebble across the surface, and smile. A laugh escapes my lips, and the only thing I can think as I stare at the boulder I had found Zoey on, was that I love the weekends. _Especially_ Fridays.

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Friday is the Worst Day of the Week by Monny287


Worthful

**Ok, so I decided to write a James/Rebecca oneshot after watching Zoey's Balloon. I mean, Rebecca ran off at the end of the episode, and then we don't see her anymore. I wonder what happened to her? And after watching Ruby and the Rockites on Youtube, I love Austin Butler even more, so therefore, a James/Rebecca one had to be written.**

**This will take place around the end of Chasing Zoey. Where did James disappear to? Also, I'm making Rebecca the gang's age. I just realize that she's actually a senior (I believe it was mentioned that she's a year older somewhere in one of her episodes) and I kind of forgot until now. So, just imagine she is either their age, or she got held back a year or something. **

Everyone knows what happened to Zoey and Chase, to Quinn and Logan, and to everybody else at the end. They all lived happily ever after, blah blah blah.

But sometimes, even the greatest people in the world forget about the most important people in a story. In this case, James Garrett, forgotten after his breakup with Zoey.

The blonde sixteen year old boy walked through the campus of Pacific Coast Academy, one single book in his hand, listening to the pulsing of the music from junior prom. He had decided not to go to prom. After all, he had no date, so what was the point? Besides, being embarrassed at prom and hearing all the whispers behind his back would not be fun.

He walked into Sushi Roxs, which was still open, and he took a seat near the front, as Kazu walked out. He and a couple of other staff members were working, clearly waiting for the after prom to start, knowing people would probably come there afterwards.

James ordered some California Rolls and water as he sat back, opening his book and flipping to where he left off. Books let him escape into another reality; experience somebody other's adventures and make James feel a little bit better about his life. The book this time, was _To Kill a Mockingbird. _He was glad there was no discrimination in the world. People weren't as racist. He really did love this book. Most people found it boring and uninteresting, mostly because of the boring and complicated words, not to mention not a lot of action (for the guys anyways), as well as they couldn't understand it. But, because James was observant and a geek not so long ago, he really dedicated himself to understanding and realizing how much the book had an impact.

He was so absorbed in his book, he didn't realize his food was placed in front of him until he felt his stomach grumble. Setting his book down, he realized somebody else was in the restaurant as well, not too far from him, reading a book as well. He took a look at the girl, a brunette. She was very pretty, and James felt a sudden connection toward her.

Setting down his book, he gained the courage to stand up with his food, his book tucked under his arm as he moved toward the girl. Finally, he stopped in front of her. She looked up, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones. She gave a small, confused smile.

"Hi, I noticed you sitting alone, and I was wondering if I could join you?" he started hesitantly, mentally smacking himself for sounding so incredibly stupid. But she just nodded slowly, gesturing toward the chair. James sat down, putting his book down. He took a look at the book title she was reading. _Little Women, _a different type of book, but a well written one all the same.

"You're reading To Kill a Mockingbird?" the girl asked, breaking his thoughts. He nodded quickly, looking down at his book.

"Oh yeah, it's one of my favourites. Little Women is a good book as well," James answered. She nodded.

"Yeah, it's an amazing book. It's nice to read about the past, and how much different it was from today. It was so simple back then, but so prejudice, just like To Kill a Mockingbird, which I love also," the brunette answered. James gave a small smile.

"Most people don't like the book, because it's hard to understand. But I love it; it causes more of a challenge to people's brains, to decipher and fully understand what Scout is going through," James answered. The girl nodded and just like that, the two began talking about their favourite books. The two ate their food as they exchanged words for a full hour.

Finally, James glanced at the time, realizing how late it was; almost eleven, and Kazu looked ready to close up. Smiling, he threw a few dollars on the table and stood up.

"I should probably get back to my dorm; my roommates should be back from prom," James answered. The girl frowned.

"You're a junior? Why didn't you go to prom?" she asked. James shrugged, not wanting to really answer.

"I didn't feel like it. Are you a junior?" he asked. The girl nodded, standing up as well.

"Yeah. And before you ask, I had no date and didn't feel like going alone," she said. James nodded as he started moving toward the door with the girl, who threw her own share of money on the table. Once they were outside, they started heading back toward the dorms, chatting all the way about how much fun prom probably was. Finally, the girl stopped, glancing at one of the dorms.

"Well, here's my stop," she said. James sighed, actually disappointed on how quickly the night was over.

"Well, maybe I'll see you around-" he started before pausing, realizing he never got her name.

"Oh, it's Rebecca Browning," she said. James smiled as he held out his hand. She shook it.

"Well, I'm James-" he started before Rebecca gave a sly smile.

"-Garrett. I know who you are. I'll see you around," she said before disappearing off into the night, leaving a startled James in her wake.

* * *

The two met up again three days after prom. It was right after classes and James was heading toward the library. Chase was back, and happy with Zoey, of course. The two met as they tried to figure out the sleeping arrangements (for the rest of the year, Chase would be in the dorm beside the bathroom, as Chase wouldn't let Michael and Logan kick James out) and James found out Chase wasn't a bad guy; in fact, he was quite sweet and neither held grudges for anything.

Now that James knew who the mystery girl was, he could actually greet her by her name and get to know her better.

James happened to be walking when he spotted Rebecca with two other girls, one of them, he knew as a really mean girl, Stacey (no, not Stacy Dillson, this other girl that James knew that was a senior). James wondered why sweet Rebecca would ever be hanging out with a girl like that. As he got closer, he heard the conversation.

"So, Rebecca, you missed prom and the awesomeness of it," the other girl said sarcastically. Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I told you I didn't want to go. How was your prom Stacey?" she asked the older girl, who shrugged.

"Nothing special. I hurt all the dork's feelings, and you know that girl that bumped into me at the beginning of the year? Yeah, I so got my revenge," Stacey cackled, Rebecca and the other girl joining in.

"Good, people like that need something like that. Especially the good girls, like Zoey Brooks," Rebecca said, a distaste coming across the words. James figured he heard enough; he wanted answers from Rebecca, who was completely different from the girl he knew.

"Well, I must say, Zoey isn't that good of a girl. She can be evil sometimes, especially to Logan Reese," James butted in, coming into the view of the three girls. He watched the evil look on Rebecca's face fall drastically, a worried look replacing it. James figured he didn't know the real Rebecca; the girl he met was just an act. She knew him somehow; maybe she was just getting to know him to humiliate him, like all the other mean girls. He didn't like the thought of that.

"Ah, James Garrett, ex boyfriend of Zoey Brooks. How does it feel that your ex goes after her long time crush right after you two break up? She's a little slut, in my opinion," Stacey asked. James clenched his jaw, but before he could say anything, Rebecca stepped in.

"Oh, Stacey, shut up. Look who's talking! You're the one that's slept with three guys in twenty four hours," Rebecca butted in, causing the senior's mouth to drop and the other girl to smirk.

"Oh, don't smirk either Delilah. You're also the one that, I believe, is still cheating on her three year boyfriend with some three year older guy," Rebecca continued, causing the girl's mouths to drop open. Without letting the girls answer or respond, Rebecca stalked away, grabbing James by the arm as she walked by him. Dragging him far away, she finally stopped as they faced each other.

"Ok, Rebecca, what's going on? You seemed nice when we met. Were you deliberately faking nice or something to humiliate me?" James asked softly, confused. Rebecca shook her head quickly.

"Oh, no, of course not James. I really am nice, it's just that I've kind of gotten used to being, well, mean. I'm a very angry child, but if you give me a chance to explain, I'll tell you everything," Rebecca said quickly, her chocolate brown eyes pleading him to listen. Because he was a nice guy, James nodded, opening his ears as Rebecca started to explain. She started with the incident with Zoey and Chase (plus the reason why she detested Zoey so much) and she explained why she stayed angry (she felt better when she was mean to people, and she had so much revenge inside of her, she didn't know how to express it). Not everything made sense to James, but he listened and nodded anyways, not judging her (because that would be wrong).

In fact, James found something else in common already; both were the exes of two best friends-turned-lovers, and the breakups were not as pleasant as they wished it could be. James didn't really talk to Zoey anymore, and Rebecca just stayed clear of them.

He was proud that Rebecca didn't lie to him. He was glad honesty was coming out in their forming friendship (yes, even after two meetings with Rebecca, he felt she was already a friend).

"Why can't you be nice?" James asked once she was finished. Rebecca shrugged, going silent as she fumbled with her hands.

"People will just think it's an act all over again and think something's up," she admitted, looking down. James moved closer to her, however, and tilted her head up so she was looking at him.

"Listen Rebecca, if people think that, who cares? I mean, summer vacation is in two weeks, and if you come back from vacation being nice, people won't think it's an act. After all, summer can really change a person. So, for senior year, come back with your head held up, shoulders squared up and you with a clean slate. You're going to be a senior; everything changes especially in your last year," James told her. Smiling, Rebecca nodded.

"Thanks James," she said gratefully. One look at Rebecca made James' heart melt slowly. He took her arm as he led her off.

* * *

It was the last day of their junior year, and James was just finishing packing up to go home. Sadly, his parents weren't able to come, but they provided his airline ticket back to Santa Fe. He called a taxi that would be there in the next half hour. Michael was already gone, and Logan was with Quinn, so James was alone in the room.

A knock sounded on the door just as James zipped up his suitcase. Walking to the door, opening, his mouth curved into a smile as Rebecca launched into his arms. James wrapped his arms around his friend. Finally, he let go and looked at Rebecca.

"When are you leaving for Boston?" he asked. Rebecca let out a laugh.

"My mom's waiting outside. I had to come and say goodbye to you though," Rebecca answered. James turned back to his duffel bag and stuffed some books in there.

"Your mom's waiting? But why? You have my number, we can call each other often, and we also have web cam. Not to mention, remember, I'm coming to Boston in a couple of weeks to visit my grandmother for a week, and we'll see each other then," James said.

"Well, I had to give you a proper goodbye. My mom doesn't mind. Our flight isn't until one and it's only ten," Rebecca answered. James nodded as he zipped up his duffel bag, setting all his stuff near the door. He glanced around the now empty room. It felt so closed up and lost. James wondered what would happen when September came around. Would he stay with Michael and Logan, or get kicked out?

"I'm going to miss PCA. I'm glad its summer, but I've grown used to PCA," James admitted, pushing back his shaggy blonde hair. Rebecca nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I hate to admit it, but I'm going to miss PCA too. I mean, I don't really have many friends here, but it's away from Boston. I'm independent here," Rebecca said. James nodded slowly.

"Well, you have me as a friend, and who else would you want to have?" James joked. Rebecca laughed as she engulfed James in yet another hug. This time, they stood there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Finally, it was Rebecca that pulled away.

"I should go. I'll see you soon James," Rebecca said sadly. James nodded, giving her a smile.

"Of course. See you Becca," he said. She smiled before exiting the room.

* * *

Rebecca was so bored during the summer. The seventeen year old was forced to get a job by her mom ('doing some work once in your life would do you good. Maybe you'll turn back into that sweet girl you used to be two years ago' her mother had said). Actually, she was forced to get two jobs. One was babysitting kids when they needed to be babysat. Most lived close (one of them actually Chase's younger sister, Sara, who was six) so Rebecca usually rode her bike, since she was not allowed a car until she graduated. Her other job was an employee at a small clothing business on the main street in Brooklyn. It did get busy, even though it was small, so Rebecca was busy. But still, she barely had time to relax after work before going to either babysit or going to functions with her parents. Her younger brother, Jacob, often laughed at her. Since he was a thirteen year old, he didn't work, instead, choosing to hang with his friends and torturing her at work.

It was very unfortunate they lived close to Rebecca's jobs, because Jacob could come and go whenever he pleased. Sometimes, it got on her nerves. So, when Rebecca did have a night off to herself (her first night off was two weeks after arriving back home and getting her jobs), she enjoyed it. She settled down in a bath and soaked herself.

She could finally think and breathe, thankful that Chase was in Maui and didn't have to deal with him. Babysitting his sister was nice, but she just didn't want to. She wasn't particularly happy about the jobs, so she tended to be very bitter. She tried not to, but working two jobs, barely having time off for herself was difficult. She worked all day at the store (since it was small, but busy, she and a couple of people had to work all day, of course, with a lunch break and another break in the afternoon), and of course, whenever she went to babysit, that was usually at night, and she usually got back late.

Of course, Sundays, she didn't work at the store, but she either babysat on that day or her father took her out that day to work with him so she didn't lounge around.

You see, Rebecca was now pissed off at her parents. But they finally gave her a night off to relax, a Thursday. And of course, she enjoyed it.

As Rebecca was just getting into the bath, the doorbell rang. Rebecca narrowed her eyes. She was just about to relax and someone had to come to the door. Slipping on a robe and slippers, she walked downstairs to the door. It was probably Jacob, who was at his friend's house, coming to annoy her.

Of course, she was startled when a familiar blue eyed blonde stood at the door, grinning cheekily. Rebecca blinked her eyes furiously to see if she was dreaming. Nope, James was standing there, now looking a little embarrassed.

"Um, I probably should have called first, but I wanted to surprise you. I got here a couple of days earlier than expected," James said. Rebecca smiled as she jumped into James' arms, pulling him inside.

"Hi! No, don't worry, not interrupting anything! I was just trying to relax. Working two jobs isn't easy you know," Rebecca said, her sour mood gone.

"Yeah, I know from your e-mails and three phone calls. I mean, you're so busy, you had to e-mail me and only called me, like, three times the whole summer. I understand completely though," James said. Rebecca smiled as she pulled out of the hug slowly.

"Yeah. I was lucky that I could e-mail you. I hate my parents for getting me two jobs. Taking care of kids is hard, but working from nine to five at a clothing store is even harder, even if it's small. They gave me no choice," Rebecca huffed as she sat down on the couch, James sitting beside her. James wrapped his arm around her.

"Your parents did this for you Becca. They want to teach you responsibility. Even though they went about this the wrong way, they just want you out there and working, to show how hard a job they have. I mean, they had to work and babysit you guys when you were younger, just what you're doing now. It couldn't have been easy for them either," James soothed.

Rebecca nodded slowly.

"I guess you're right James. I'm just hating on the world right now. I'm trying to be nice to everybody, but it's really hard. Being mean to people for two years really impacts you," Rebecca said. James smiled as he brushed a strand of hair out of Rebecca's eyes, making her blush.

"But you can get through this. Just act like you do around me. Even if I have to come with you to your jobs, or you have to imagine me there. You can do it," James told her. Rebecca sighed as she leaned into James.

"Thanks. You're an awesome friend," she said, feeling hope rising within her once again. James grinned.

"No problem. No, um, are you going to get dressed or do you want me to come back tomorrow morning?" he asked. Rebecca jolted up, looking down at her robe.

"Oh, right! Well, um," she thought before James laughed, standing up.

"I'll leave and let you relax. I'll be back tomorrow and I'll hang out with you at your job tomorrow," he said. Rebecca smiled gratefully.

"Thanks James," she said as she pecked his cheek. He gave her a feeble smile.

"Any time Becca," he said sincerely.

* * *

Rebecca was really depressed when James had to leave a week and a half later (he stayed an extra three days for her). She couldn't even take him to the airport in the evening, because she had to babysit little Sara. So their goodbyes were exchanged just before Rebecca went to go babysit her. It was a lot of hugging and promising to write.

She and James had a lot of fun. He came with her as often as he could, sometimes he had to go off with his grandparents, but mostly, they tried to spend time. He even came to babysit with her once. The little boy, Charlie, who was three, loved James. Sara also met James, as he drove her to the Matthews' house.

Once James was gone, Rebecca sighed as she sat on the couch of the Matthews' house while Sara sat on the floor, colouring. Rebecca flipped on the TV and a random show started playing. Sara stopped her colouring and looked up at Rebecca.

"Hey Miss Rebecca?" she asked, her familiar green eyes looking up at her. Rebecca smiled at the young, intellectual girl.

"Yes Sara?" she asked politely.

"Was that blonde boy, James, your boyfriend?" Sara asked sweetly. Rebecca nearly choked on her own saliva. She shook her head, chuckling a little bit.

"No, of course not. We're just good friends. Why would you ask that?" she asked. Sara thought a minute.

"Well, you guys kind of act like Chasey acts with Zoey. You act really happy with him. I mean, a few weeks ago, you were really mean and didn't do anything with me, but now you're nice and smiling. He did something to you," Sara answered innocently. Rebecca smiled at Chase's nick name as she ruffled Sara's hair playfully.

"Well, we're not Sara. We're just really good friends. Just because he helped me see that being mean was not good, and I should let go off the breakup between me and your brother, doesn't mean we're dating. Sometimes, friends act the way we do, if we're really close," Rebecca explained. Sara blinked her eyes in confusion and Rebecca sighed.

"Oh, well, you two would make a really cute couple. I mean, Chasey and Zoey are cute, even though I've met Zoey just one time," she started holding up a finger, "but you and James are cuter. Kind of like me and my friend Luke. Everyone thinks we're boyfriend and girlfriend and I tell them no we're not, but maybe in the future, we could be. I mean, I'm only six. Boys are nasty and gross., but when I'm older, Daddy says, I could have a boyfriend and I hope it's Luke. He's awesome," Sara rambled. Rebecca smiled faintly at her.

"Well, that's nice. Thank you Sara. Now, what do you want for dinner?" she asked, changing the subject. Sara bounded up, her attention span completely fired up.

"Macaroni and Cheese please!" she crowed. Rebecca smiled as she got up and headed to the kitchen, Sara's words still planted in her mind.

* * *

That night, Rebecca sat in her room, contemplating what Sara had said. She thought long and hard about what the little girl said about her and James and knew what she had to do. Even though it was eleven at night, she picked up the phone and dialed James' number, knowing it was nine over there in New Mexico anyways and should be back.

Finally, she heard James answer his phone.

"Hello? Becca?" he asked. Rebecca shared a small smile.

"Hey James, I hope you're not busy," Rebecca said.

"Oh no, I'm just finishing unpacking. What's up?" James asked. Rebecca bit her lip. Just get it over with Becca, she told herself.

"Um, I was wondering if I could ask you a question," Rebecca said.

"Of course, shoot," he said. Now or never, she thought as she spoke.

"Do you like me?" she asked. James paused at the other end of the line.

"That's a silly question Becca. Of course I do," he said. Rebecca sighed.

"No, like in, as more than a friend," she said. There was silence on the other end of the line. It went on for a full minute.

"James? You still there?" she asked meekly. Another pause.

"Yeah, sorry. Your question just startled me," he admitted. Rebecca nodded.

"Yeah, um, sorry I asked. I'll just hang up-" she started.

"No, please don't. Just give me a second," James said, startling Rebecca. She nodded as she began pacing her room.

"Well, Rebecca. I have to be honest with you, and I don't know how you'll react," James said finally. Panic rose in Rebecca's throat as she stopped in the middle of the room.

"What is it?" she asked meekly. James took a deep breath.

"I like you a lot," he said, letting Rebecca let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god. I thought you were going to say something horrible," she said. James sounded surprised in his voice when he said, "Wait, you're not mad?"

"No, of course not. Actually, I like you too," she answered. James breathed deeply.

"Wow. So, what happens now?" he wondered. Rebecca shrugged.

"I guess we're dating," she said, a smile planted on her lips.

"I guess we are," he said happily. Rebecca grinned.

"So, I'll talk to you later boyfriend," she said.

"Totally. And next time we see each other, we'll totally kiss each other. Bye Becca," he said.

"Good night James," she said before the click of the dial tone sounded.

**Ok, so I'm ending it there. I know, not my best work. I just sort of started rambling and then it turned out not what I expected, but I'm just getting back into writing this. What did you think? I hope it's Zoey 101 fanfic material. If you liked it, would it kill you to review? **

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Worthful by charmed4eva112