Sonny's POV:

I collapsed onto my bed and groaned. There was a leftover rage still burning inside of me and I had the urge to hit something. I settled for my pillow, punching it a few times and then burying my head into it. I let the days events replay in my head.

I had gotten into an argument with Chad. Yeah, I know, story of my Hollywood life, but this one wasn't like our usual bickering that only lasted a few minutes. This one was much worse, lasting an entire day. When we would see each other in the hallway, we would explode at each other. We even manage to shout over the phone. I couldn't describe how deep the hatred I commonly felt for him was now.

I was enveloped in thoughts when there was a light rapping at the door followed by my mothers voice.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound normal. It didn't work. I sounded depressed.

I heard the door click open and she walked over to sit on the edge of my bed.

"Are you alright, honey?" she asked, "I thought I heard screaming and something getting punched."

"Yeah, that was me. I'm just a little angry," I confessed.

"What happened? Did someone not like your sketch? I bet it was that Tawni girl, she has it out for you."

I laughed a little then explained what was really happening, "I just got in a really bad argument with Chad."

"Wait, Chad as in Chad Dylan Cooper? That guy on the poster your room back in Wisconsin?"

I nodded.

"I thought you loved that guy."

"Well that was before I learned he was an ego-case."

Now she laughed, "Oh c'mon, he can't be that bad."

"Trust me, he can. All he does it tell me my show is horrible and that I can't act," I scoffed.

A smirk grew on her face. "You know, a lot of times when guys tease girls it's because they like them," she said smugly.

"Mom!" I shouted, "He doesn't like me!"

"Well has he ever done anything for you that was a unusually nice?" she asked.

My mind began to race through all the memories I had since coming to California. "Well I guess there was the one time with the fan. And then the date. And prom…" I trailed off.

My mom was still smirking, "And have you done anything that might have led him on?"

I started thinking again, "Well I guess there was the fake date. And the dog houses. Oh God, what have I done!"

My mom was smiling, nodding her head. "Well do you like him?"

"No!" I shouted quickly.

"Okay, calm down! I was just asking!" she got up and walked to the door, "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." The door shut softly behind her.

I laid back down and started thinking about the conversation, "Maybe he does like me," I said aloud, talking to no one.

Now all the memories I had with Chad were playing in my head, "Maybe I do like him."

Suddenly my door swung open and my mom was there again, "Yeah, I thought so."