This was it. This time Chad had crossed the line.
"Hey, Chad, try not to wreck my date tonight, kay?"
"You got a date? Wow, who would spend a second of their time on a "Farm girl" like you. Seriously," He said, laughing. He stopped when he saw tears forming in my eyes. Before he had a chance to respond, I ran out of these as fast as I could.
I ran to the only place where I could be alone, the set for a treehouse sketch. Then I realized my mistake.
"Sonny, are you up there?" I heard a voice from below.
I looked down to see Chad Dylan Cooper.
"What do you want? To make fun of me again, to make me feel worse about myself then I already am? Well, no thanks," I responded coldly.
"Look, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," He said, looking at with those puppy-dog eyes of his. I swear, it should be against the law to have those cute eyes. They make you do things you would never do before.
"Listen, Chad. I know you didn't mean to, but it still hurt. No matter how many times you apologize, it still hurts," I said, climbing down the ladder and walking out the door. Surprising, Chad stayed behind, looking at the floor. Maybe he really did feel bad.
It was already 6:00 and mostly everybody left. It was the middle of winter and a snowstorm was brewing. I didn't care, if I go through the snow in Wisconsin, I could get through a little California snowstorm. Or at least, that is what I thought at the time.
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I didn't mean to hurt Sonny like that. I was just making a joke, but maybe I went too far this time. I even tried apologizing, and CDC never apologizes. Chad does.
I was so mad, I needed to hit something, so I kicked the walls of the only studio doors I could exit through. I heard a loud rumbling and snow fell off the room and completely covered the walls. I could no longer see any light from the door, just white, cold snow. My troubles had just only begun.