Chad Dylan Cooper:
April 14, 2009
5:35 P.M
And so it begins. My heart thuds in my chest, I heave a sigh. Where is she? I glare annoyed at the shiny, silver watch resting on my wrist, rolling my eyes all the while. It's so foolish to think that Portlyn won't be joining me this weekend, when we made arrangements at eight to go to this extremely lavish restaurant at eight to discuss some ideas for our hit teen drama, Mackenzie Falls. Where is she?!?
Portlyn strides minutes later through the door of the French restaurant. "Portlyn," I hiss urgently. "What?" She turns around in a short, glittering navy blue dress that accentuates her curves and shows off her long, lean legs. Her gray blue eyes shine whimsically as she drinks me in, linking her arm through mine.
Her dark hair, cascades down her back in waves. Portlyn smiles. "Port, this isn't a date," I warn. "Yeah, okay. You invited me, but whatever." Portlyn scoffs.
She continues, "So, come on. Let's go eat." My only option is to go in with her. Besides, it's kind of a jerkish move to just ditch a friend.
Sonny:
"Sonny, I'm telling you. You are so going to love this French cuisine place! It's wicked fun." Tawni Hearts grabs my arm leading me over to a tall, building constructed out of brick. We're waiting in the lobby of some fancy French restaurant waiting to be seated and all that's rushing through my brain is: What happened the other night? As soon as Chad returned to the poolside, he quietly told me that he'd drive me home in his one of a kind sleek, black hot rod the one everyone had been raving about for weeks on end.
"Yeah, sounds great." I shrug, wrapping my thin filmy black cardigan around me tighter.
"Sonny, relax. You're all tense." Tawni titters.
"Mm," I mutter. "And, you know why!" I wanted so desperately to add.
"Mademoiselle Munroe," a man with slicked back hair announces haughtily.
"Yep, that's us." I say smiling lightly.
"Right this way," we exit the lounge and wound up at an ornately carved oak table.
I slide into my chair, drumming my fingers on the table's surface boredly.
"Sonny!" Tawni says alarmed.
"What?"
"Over there! Oh my god, it's Chad and Portlyn?" Her accusation sounds more like a question than anything.
"Huh?" I squint in the dim lighting of the restaurant in all its squalor. My line of vision gradually adjusts and I heave a deep sigh, whereupon spotting my boyfriend with his co-star, Portlyn from Mackenzie Falls.
I watch Chad as he moves his hand towards Portlyn, setting it gingerly on top of hers. He laughs animatedly, gazing into her eyes.
"Chad," his name trails off my tongue. My throat feels dry as cotton; nonchalantly I shrug off my cardigan, setting it on the wrought iron chair. Chad spots me. His gorgeous blue eyes capture my own in an instant. I quickly turn away, skin flushing an absolutely embarrassing shade of beet red. Relax, I told myself.
Chad has a panicked look in his eyes, as if to say Well, you caught me… now what? I freeze, my heart slamming in my rib cage. I eventually just rise up from my seat in a flurry and storm out of the dining area. Talk about making a big exit, I think bewildered.