Chapter one

DISCLAIMER- I don't own Zoey, Dana, Nicole, Logan, Michael, or Chase. Or PCA—thought that could be cool. Basically, I don't own anyone. Well, except for Charlotte, Tyler, Ryder, Nate, Jeremy, and Alyssa. If you have any questions about them post and I'll answer. And if you want to use them in your stories just ask. But why would you want to do that?

Zoey Brooks plopped down on her bed and sighed. It was a happy sigh, for she felt as if she were floating on air. Basically, she was the luckiest girl in the world.

She was pretty, got good grades, had great friends, and went to the coolest boarding school in the world, Pacific Coast Academy. But that wasn't the best part: The best part was that she was going out with the guy of her dreams. Chase Matthews was cute, smart, funny, good-natured, sweet…and he was all hers. She loved Chase and Chase loved her back. That was all she needed in the world.

"Oh Zo-ey!" Her best friend and roommate Nicole called. "Zoey, guess what I just found!"

Zoey sat up and smiled. "What, Nicole?"

She expected her friend to have spotted in a store a really cool skirt or maybe a discontinued lipstick. Instead, Nicole waved around a green flyer.

"What's that?" Zoey asked, only half-interested. After all, who needed paper when she had Chase?

"PCA is having a car wash!" Nicole reported excitedly. "To raise money for the scholarship fund. It says that we sign up in the main office."

"Oh, a car wash? Well that's cool, I guess," Zoey's face suddenly brightened. "Hey, do you think Chase will sign up for it?"

"I'd bet my favorite charm bracelet on it," Nicole grinned. Then she frowned. "Hey, where is my favorite charm bracelet?"

"Don't know," Zoey shrugged.

Just then Zoey and Nicole's roommate entered their dorm. She had dark curly hair and wore black sweatpants and a red tank top that read, "Question Authority" over a long-sleeved black shirt. But more noticeable than her rebellious fashion statement was the fact that she sported a very angry scowl.

"What's wrong, Dana?" asked Zoey. She brushed back her shoulder-length blonde hair and studied her roommate with her cocoa brown eyes.

"I'm stuck showing around the stupid new girl!" Dana exclaimed, fire in her eyes.

"There's new girl?" inquired Nicole.

"Well obviously!" snapped Dana, throwing her converse sneaker at her.

Nicole ducked and frowned. She could have just said yes!

"Don't throw a shoe at me Dana, but what's so wrong about showing around a new girl? Sometimes they can be really nice," offered Zoey with a smile.

"I just don't want to, okay?" Dana told her, narrowing her eyes.

"Maybe our punk-rock pal has issues about meeting new people," Nicole teased.

"Maybe you should leave me alone!"

Dana's voice rose and her face turned red with anger.

Zoey laughed at her friend's reaction. "If she has to show a new girl around she might catch a disease…"

"IF A HAVE TO SHOW AROUND A NEW GIRL AROUND I'LL MISS MY DATE WITH LOGAN!" Dana yelled.

Zoey and Nicole stared at her in shock.

"That's the reason I'm mad, okay?" said Dana, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears awkwardly.

"A date—with Logan?" Zoey choked out the words.

"Ooh, Dana plus Logan equals hot, hot, hot!" Nicole cooed playfully.

Dana rolled her eyes. "If you tell anyone—anyone—you're going to wish you had never set foot in PCA, got it?"

Nicole gulped in return.

"Anyway," said Dana brightly. "Who's up for smoothies?"

Ten minutes later Zoey, Dana, and Nicole sipped smoothies at their favorite on-campus café, Double Shot.

"Yummy," said Nicole. "That hit the spot. Strawberry-Banana was good, but Mango Mania looks mega-deliciouso…"

She looked longingly at Zoey's smoothie.

"No way, Nicole," Zoey grinned and shook her head.

"I still like Blueberry Blast," said Dana.

"Blueberry Blast?" Zoey perked up and stopped thinking about her wonderful boyfriend Chase. "Isn't that Logan's favorite smoothie? I thought you liked raspberry!"

"No…" Dana shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes, it is!" Zoey exclaimed. "Aw, I think that Dana likes Logan!"
"Shut up!" Dana snapped. She lowered her voice. "Someone might hear you!"

Nicole grinned. "So it's true?"

"I didn't say that!" protested Dana. "I mean, it's just one date. Which, of course, I'll have to miss because of the new girl."

"How'd you get stuck showing her around?" asked Zoey sympathetically.

"I got caught reading a magazine in Biology. Mr. Addison wanted to give me detention after school, but I said that I had basketball practice after school. So he said that instead I would have to show around some transfer next week," Dana answered, frowning at the memory.

"But, more importantly, how'd you get the date with Logan?" Nicole interrogated with a sly smile.

Dana's face turned sour. "Not that's not any of your business," she said.

Nicole and Zoey exchanged glances.

"What?" Dana demanded.

"Uh, hi—mind if I sit here?"

The three girls turned to see a guy they had never seen before standing before them. He wasn't tall, but he was really cute. His blonde hair was shaggy and framed his face perfectly, his eyes were green and he had a friendly charm to him.

"Of course not," said Nicole. She smiled flirtatiously and gave him a wink.

The boy looked confused. "Sorry to bother you, but all the other tables are full. I'm Tyler, by the way. I'm new here."

"Nice to meet you, Tyler," Zoey extended her hand. "I'm Zoey, and these are my friends Nicole and Dana."

"Hi, Tyler," Nicole and Dana said in unison.

Tyler shook Zoey's hand. "Nice to meet you too. So this is PCA, huh?"

"Yeah," said Nicole excitedly, obviously eager to talk to the hot new kid. "It's soo great. You should see the game room. And the lounge. And we even have this really nice restaurant here, it's called Piers and it's great for first dates, and…"

Zoey nudged her friend to signal that she was talking too much. Nicole didn't get the hint, however. "Oww, Zo, what was that for?"

Zoey blushed as Tyler shot them a quizzical look. "Never mind, Nicole," she muttered.

"So who do you room with?" asked Dana.

Tyler knitted his eyebrows, trying to remember. "I forget. But I have a piece of paper here that your vice-principal gave me…"

He dug around in his JanSport backpack, trying to find the sheet that had the name of his roommates. Zoey caught sight of a binder that had stickers with the names of surf companies plastered all over it.

"Do you surf?" she asked.

Tyler nodded. "I found it!" he declared triumphantly, holding up a piece of paper.

"So who are your roommates?" Dana slurped up the last of her Blueberry Blast smoothie.

"Two guys named Ryder Parks and Jeremy Whistle," Tyler reported. "Do you know them?"

"Ryder's on the basketball team," said Dana.

"Yeah, and he's really hot," Nicole put in. "But not as hot as their goalie, Nate."

"Nate Clinton?" Dana asked. "Nicole, he plays point guard. Goalies are for soccer. Not basketball."

"Same thing," said Nicole absently.

"Not that you girls aren't great or anything, but do you have any, I don't know, guys friends?" asked Tyler.

Zoey laughed. "Of course we do. There's Michael and Chase—"

"Chase is Zoey's boyfriend," Nicole interrupted.

Zoey scowled. For some reason she didn't want Tyler to know that she had a boyfriend.

"Well hey ladies, do you think you could make some room?" came a boy's voice as he strolled over to the four.

"—and there's Logan," Zoey finished glumly.

"Who's this?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow at Tyler.

"This is Tyler," Zoey explained.

"Yo, Ty," said Logan. "You any good at basketball? We have three spots open for the team, but so far only girls"—he shot at glare at Dana"—want to join. But I know that if some guys tried out they'd get on, not the sissies who should be cheerleaders."

Dana glared back at Logan, though she was offended that he treated her so coldly after asking her out. "Don't forget that game of horse yesterday."

"I let you win," Logan replied.

"Sure you did," Dana responded sarcastically.

Zoey caught a glimpse of Chase walking with Michael through the café window. She sighed. She loved Chase, but he wasn't nearly as cute as Ty.