CPOV:

"Chad I really need to talk to you!" I heard someone scream. It sounded like the one and only Sonny Monroe. I wonder what she needs to talk about with me. I was about to make a comment when Sonny grabbed my hand and yanked me too her dressing room.

"Ouch! Don't rip my arm out of its socket!" I yelled at her.

"Well I knew you were going to make some stupid comment and right now I can't deal with that, I have enough shit in my life!" Sonny exploded at me.

"Wow someone's not very Sunny today!" I commented and grinned. Sonny just sighed. "Normally that would've charmed you, what's up?"

"Do you really care Chad?" Sonny asked me.

"I guess so, I asked didn't I?" I retorted.

"Well, I have to tell you something anyways!" Sonny stated. She looked at me with a mix of fear, and worriedness mixed together.

"What is it?" I asked. I looked back at her. I was scared, Sonny wasn't being her cute self. Stupid cute.

"I'm-I'm," Sonny began to say. She was stuttering, like she was at a lost for words.

"Come on spit it out Monroe! I don't have all day!" Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that. She is so upset, and I just snapped at her. Oh god.

"I'm Pregnant!" Sonny blurted out. What. What? Wait What?

"What?" I asked. Why was she telling me this. I wasn't the father, I've never slept with her, nor do I plan too. Even if she is pretty. I mean what?

"I'm pregnant, with your baby!" Sonny told me again. She sighed and put her head in her hands.

"We've never slept together, you're crazy!" I replied.

"Yeah we did, at Tawni's party," A tear rolled down Sonny's cheek.

"Oh my god, No, this can't be happening!" Chad Dylan Cooper knocked up the innocent Sonny Monroe. I can see the headlines now. "Bad Boy Knocks Up Good Girl?" "America's heartthrob knocks up the good girl of Hollywood". This would not work out well for anyone. No one. AT ALL.

"Well it is," Sonny said. "Don't worry, you don't have to help or anything, I've got it all under control, so just pretend it never happened okay?" One more tear fell down Sonny's cheek as she began to walk away.

"No, Sonny, you can't do this by yourself," I told her. What was I doing! She gave me the clear, I wouldn't have to deal with this horrible mess. Crap.

"Yeah I can Chad, I don't want you to have to give up your career, and your girlfriend, for one mistake that happened when we both got drunk," Sonny wiped the tear that fell, but the spot on her cheek was only to be replaced with another one.

"No, Sonny this is my fault! I got you into this mess, and I'm going to help you get out," I told her. I pulled her in for a hug. This was weird, I felt a surge of electricity go through me. "So do you plan on keeping it?"

"Yeah, I'm not having an abortion!" Sonny pulled away from me. "Chad you seriously don't have to help me, I can handle it by myself,"

"No." I simply stated. "A baby needs its father, and a pregnant girl needs the guy who got her pregnant, anything you need just ask!"

"Well, could I live with you? My mom kicked me out, and living with Tawni isn't that great, she's partying all the time, and not a good environment for me," Sonny started rambling on and on.

"Yes Sonny, you can live with me," I told her. "I'll drop you off at Tawni's so you can pack and then pick you up after filming, sound good?"

"Fine," Sonny nodded and we got into the car.

"So how far along are you?" I asked her as I started driving towards Tawni's house.

"6 weeks," Sonny mumbled and looked out the window.

"6 weeks! You've known for 6 weeks and you just told me!" I exploded at her.

"You IDIOT, I have only known for a week!" Sonny retorted back. "Could you not yell at the pregnant teenager here? She does NOT need this!" Sonny glared at me and looked back out the window,

"Sorry," I mumbled out as I pulled into Tawni's driveway. Sonny got and slammed the door behind her. She walked into Tawni's house, she slammed that door too. Chad what have you done? I knocked up Sonny, SONNY! She's so innocent, and now she's growing up faster then she should. I Chad Dylan Cooper am going to be a father in 30 weeks. 30 WEEKS. God help me. Help me please. I pulled away and headed back to the studio thinking about the mess I created.