Chase's jealousy when he thought I was dating Logan, Tricking me into telling him my answers to the test for the school dance, Staying up until an insanely late hour working on a dance routine for me, breaking up with Rebecka because of me, my tekmate, and him desperately wanting to know what I said about him in my Time Capsule video.
It makes sense now.
"Nicole!" I jumped up from my bed.
"What?!" Nicole asked, startled.
"Is it me?" I asked.
"I hate you," Nicole rolled over and turned on her side.
"Come on, Nicole. I just need to know, am I the one that Chase loves? Am I his 'mystery girl'?"
"Ask me again when the sun is out," Nicole said.
"Geez, your crabby in the middle of the night," I said. I tried waking Dana and got the same reaction from Nicole give or take a few profanities.
So I went back to bed, but I just couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Chase. Missing pieces to old puzzles were appearing. It was making sense. I need to talk to him.
To my surprise, I slept in until 11 p.m. It made sense, I guess because I couldn't fall asleep until 5:30 a.m. I rolled over and sighed a happy sigh. And then something hit me: What if I was wrong?
It was an awful thought. Just the thought of my guessing myself and being wrong made my stomach feel like 10 obese men were jumping around in my stomach. Weird, analogy, I know but I was in a weird mood I guess.
My phone rang and instinctual, I answered it without checking my caller ID.
And there it was, his beautiful voice, "Zoe? I think I'm ready."
"For what?" I managed to (awkwardly) choke out.
"I want to tell you who she is. The mystery girl," Chase stammered
"Oh, okay," I said quietly, expecting some other girl's name, preparing myself for heartache. "Go on."
"I can't do it over the phone," Chase said.
"Well, do you want to come over here?" I asked.
"Why don't we meet by the fountain," Chase suggested.
"Alright," I said. Great, the fountain is our spot where some of my favorite memories with Chase are at that fountain. Now whenever I see it I'm going to think of the day my heart was crushed and stomped on by my best friend.
"How about in ten minutes?" Chase asked.
"Sure," I swallowed. The ten obese men were now salsa dancing with their wives in my stomach. I slapped myself.
"Zoey," I said to myself. "You are going to pull yourself together and go down to that fountain and act like nothing is wrong!" And that's when I knew I was going insane. I sighed, changed out of my pajamas, ran a brush through my hair and left the room.
Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought. Maybe I was the one.
I continued to argue inwardly with myself as I made my way to the fountain. There he was- sitting there, waiting for me, waiting to tell me who it was that he liked. I smiled at him and waved as I awkwardly walked to the fountain.
I sat down on the ledge only a foot away from him.
"So?" I ask.
"So?" he replies. I'm not sure but I think he may be mocking me.
"I thought you were going to tell me," I said, trying not to sound like the whiny impatient girl that I had become.
"Oh right," Chase said with a nervous laugh. "Um, are you sure you want to know?"
"Ok then, it's-" Chase stopped mid-sentence. "Wait. Before I tell you, I need to do something."
"Cha-ase," I whined.
He leaned in and gave me a light kiss on my mouth. It only lasted a measly two seconds but I opened my eyes and stared at him, unsure of what I should say or do. The first thing I could thing I thought to say was, "So, who is it?"
Chase groaned, "Oh really, Zoey. Isn't it obvious?"
"Well, up until that kiss, no. Not to me anyway," I said, finding it hard to look him in the eye.
"It's you, Zoe," Chase said softly.
The world around us suddenly became a million miles away.
"It's always been you. From the moment I saw you. I've always loved you Zoey Brooks," Chase said softly.
I smiled, trying hard to hold back the tears, "I love you too."
I kissed him and this time it lasted a bit longer than two seconds.
We smiled at each other. I said, "Well, I guess the mystery is now solved."
"It sure is," Chase replied. He kissed me again on the cheek. I smiled. It felt so right. I was his girl. I was the mystery girl.
A/N: Finally done! I must say I got the idea from a small sub-plot in this book I read called Wisconsin. How did you guys like 10 obese guys with their wives salsa dancing? That was result of too much caffeine & too little sleep.
Yeah, so review if you want. It will make my day. I love all of you guys who are still reviewing my stories and stuff. I appreciate. There's not many Zoey and Chase fans anymore, or so it seems. Thanks!