A/N: Yay for reviews! So here's another update.

Re: the fight – that was really hard to write, so I'm glad you all liked it. I actually wrote two different versions and then combined them. It was so hard to write Chase that way. I just had to keep picturing that moment in "Goodbye Zoey" where he attacked Logan. And James is a pretty easy-going guy, too, so I had trouble with making him so sarcastic, but I guess it worked out okay! :)

Anyway, this is more of a filler / moving chapter, but it was necessary. And it was fun to write. I love writing Logan. :)

Picking Up

Chapter Eleven: In Hiding

For the next week, I tried to talk to Rebecca several times a day, but she avoided me like the plague. The public exhibition over Zoey remained the talk of the campus, and I had a feeling Rebecca was embarrassed; embarrassed that her supposed boyfriend had been fighting over another girl. Although that hadn't really been the case, that was the rumor, and you can't change the major plot points of a rumor once it gets underway.

After two weeks, I refrained from approaching Rebecca except in PE class, but that still got me nowhere.

"She's never going to speak to me again," I moaned, putting my pillow over my face. It was Friday evening, and all four of us were stuck in our dorm. We hadn't had much contact with the girls for the past couple of weeks, excluding Logan and Quinn, of course. For the most part they kept to their dorm and we kept to ours.

Michael made a small noise of interest, Chase said nothing, but Logan jumped down from the bed above me and yanked the pillow away. Since the fight, Chase and Logan had switched beds to put as much distance between Chase and me as possible. It still wasn't enough, considering we were still sharing a room and the atmosphere between us remained tense, but we were as cordial as we could be for Logan and Michael's sake.

After the fight, I had approached Chase to talk with him, but all I had gotten was an, "I'm sorry about your lip," and then the cold shoulder. Thankfully no teachers had gotten involved, so we had escaped discipline. Somehow they must have found out, though, because they all glared at us every time we entered a classroom, and our History teacher had moved us across the room from one another.

"Dude, you're going to have to convince her that you mean it first," Logan said in an annoyingly superior voice, holding my pillow out of my reach. "And stop being so freaking dramatic about the whole thing."

"What do you think I've been trying to do?" I demanded. "And I'm not being dramatic!"

"Yes you are," he replied. "And you have to convince her that you mean it before you try to talk to her."

"That doesn't make any sense," Michael interjected, looking up from his homework.

"Yeah," I agreed. "How am I supposed to convince her without talking to her?" Logan rolled his eyes.

"Look, she's not going to believe a word you say right now," he told me. "You're just a jerk and a liar to her. So you only have two options: you get someone she trusts to plead your case-"

"No one she trusts will give me the time of day, either."

"Or," he went on as though I had not interrupted, "you show her. Prove it to her in a way that she absolutely cannot doubt you."

"Logan would know," Chase muttered, not taking his eyes from the TV. Logan glared at him.

"Shut up," he snapped. He turned to me. "You know I'm right. She's not going to believe you unless you make her believe you."

"So what the heck am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Threaten to jump off a building?" Chase snorted.

"Yeah, if you want her to think you're suicidal and psychotic," he replied, smirking. I glared at him.

"That would be a little crazy," Michael broke in, looking anxiously between us.

"You don't have to threaten suicide to get her attention," Logan scoffed. "Make it something big, but something good, too."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, because that helps so much," I told him sarcastically.

"You know her better than I do," he shot back. "Think of something."

As annoyed as I felt at his lack of ideas, I knew he was right. "I'll think of something," I replied, collapsing back onto my bed. He nodded.

"Good, 'cause I'm tired of listening to you whine about I," he said before climbing back up to his bunk. I made a swipe at his leg but he was too quick for me.

"And I'm tired of sitting in this stupid dorm every night," Chase mumbled. "This has been the most boring two weeks of my life."

"So go outside," Logan offered, but we all knew what the answer would be. Chase had been complaining all week about being stuck in the room, but he was keeping himself there. Mostly we figured he didn't want to face everyone after what had happened, but I also thought he might be a little worried about running into either Zoey or Rebecca on accident. Zoey, from what Lola told me, didn't leave her room much either, and I knew Rebecca was avoiding the spotlight as much as she was avoiding me, so I didn't think he had much chance of seeing either, but he couldn't know that.

I had kept to the room as much as possible, too, mostly because everywhere I went someone either high-fived me and congratulated me on "winning" the fight that they obviously had not seen and had only heard about, or some girl tried to tell me exactly what she thought of me and my "cheating ways", or some guy tried to beat me up because "Chase is a cool guy" and they thought I deserved it.

I wondered if this would ever blow over. Lola had said it would the day before, when we had managed to talk to each other for a few minutes between classes. I did not have her optimism.

"Nah, I don't feel like going anywhere." Michael and I exchanged a look but said nothing.

Logan, on the other hand, seemed finally fed up with it. "Look, if you're bored, get out of here. Quit hiding and just deal with it." Chase ignored him. "I'm serious. The longer you hide, the longer it's going to drag on."

"I'm not hiding," Chase replied in a low voice.

"Yes you are," Logan shot back scornfully. "Both of you are." I couldn't see him, but I knew he was referring to me now.

"I wasn't complaining!" I defended myself. "I would much rather be stuck in here than out there trying not to get my ass kicked or chewed."

For the first time in fourteen days, Chase looked directly at me; not with a smirk or a glare, but an open, honest look. "What are you talking about?" He asked. I looked away.

"Nothing." I hadn't realized that Chase was unaware of my current unpopularity.

Michael sat up, an odd look on his face. "What are you talking about?" He echoed Chase. I stared angrily at him. He knew damn well what I was talking about; he just wanted me to admit it to Chase.

"I'm talking about how eighty percent of this school now hates my guts," I shot angrily at Michael. If they were going to make me say it, then I was going to say it all. "How I can't go anywhere on this campus without some jerk trying to break me in half because he thinks I deserve it, or some girl trying to tell me that I'm a jerk and Rebecca deserves better. And how the twenty percent that don't hate me are all idiots who seem to think I deserve to be worshipped for supposedly being a jackass."

Chase, Michael, and Logan all stared at me. "What?" I demanded.

"I had no idea," Chase said quietly.

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't would you?" I snapped, suddenly angry at him, too. "You're always hiding in here."

"I'm not hiding!" Chase yelled. "I'm just…"

"Hiding," Logan finished.


"Hiding," Michael agreed.

"Thanks a lot," Chase replied dryly. Michael shrugged.

"It's the truth man. I'm sorry, but you've got to face it." Chase merely scowled at him.

I rolled my eyes. "Look, if you're going to hide, that's cool. I understand; I'm hiding. But just freaking admit it."

He turned his angry look on me. "I'm. Not. Hiding."

"Fine," Logan said smugly. "Go outside then." Chase shot to his feet, walked to the door, and threw it open. He stepped into the hallway and stood there.


Logan laughed sardonically. "Seriously? That's the best you can do?" Rolling his eyes, Chase marched off down the hallway. Logan jumped down from his bed to follow.

I looked at Michael, who shrugged, and we followed them.

Chase marched all the way down the hall into the lounge, where he stopped and stood in the middle of room. A few people stared at him strangely.

"So what," Logan said. "You're still not outside." Grumbling under his breath, Chase stomped across the room. We followed.

He reached the door, grabbed the handle, and flung it open.

"Hi," Zoey said in a small voice.