Back Where I Belong

Chapter 42

Zoey's pov

"Hey Zoey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Travis calls. I turn around and see him running up to me.

"Sure. I'll meet you guys back there in a few minutes," I tell the boys. Ash, Cal, Luke, and Mikey, who looked reluctant to leave me, kept walking down the hallway, towards the dressing room that we were given to share.

I turn back to face Travis, "What's up?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I know that I shouldn't have acted like that at all. I know you have a boyfriend that you're in love with. I was just scared. Jenn threatened my girlfriend. She was making me be completely in love with you. Or else she'd hurt her," Travis explains, looking pretty miserable.

I was shocked, "You have a girlfriend?"

He nods, a smile forming on his lips, "Tyler. She means the world to me. She's to me as Peyton is to you. But Jenn told me that I have to act completely infatuated with you, because she knew you wouldn't do it, or else she'd go after Tyler. I was so scared. I was completely awful to you, Zoey. I'm so sorry. I hope that you can forgive me."

"Definitely. And I know how it feels. I've been threatened so many times, it's a normal thing. But Travis, we are most definitely friends," I say, smiling.

I open my arms, pulling him into them. Travis grins and hugs me back.

"I'm so glad that we are free to just date who we want, without having to hide it," he says, as the two of us walk towards the dressing rooms together.

My smile fades, "Yeah."

"Zoey? What's wrong? Is everything okay with you and Peyton?" Travis asks. His face pales.

"I hope I didn't do anything that caused problems between you two."

I shake my head no, fighting off tears, "Someone rammed into his car, head on. He's in surgery right now. He'll either live, or die."

"Damn," Travis breathes, shoved, "Do you know who it was?" I shake my head no, absolutely miserable.

Travis pull me into another hug, trying to comfort me. I was grateful. But it was interrupted by my phone ringing. I immediately answer.

"Hello Ms. Irwin," the nurse from earlier says.

"What's wrong? Is he okay?" I demand, sniffling and wiping my eyes. Travis was leaning closer, trying to hear. I didn't care.

"I'm very happy to say that Peyton is okay. And he's going to be okay. He's still asleep right now, but he should be awake in a couple of hours. I think he'd like to wake up to a familiar face or two," she says kindly.

"I know! I'll be there as soon as possible. Thank you so much," I say, fighting off the emotions coursing through me. I end the call.

"What's going on?" Travis drmands, looking worried.

"He's fine! He lived. He's going to be okay!" I exclaim, freaking out.

"That's so awesome, Zoey!" Travis yells, hugging me again.

The two of us go running down the hall, to where my brothers were waiting. We explain what heppened, then rush to the hospital, anxious to see my Peyton.