Rating: T (for language, violence, etc.)
Pairings: Channy (later), Sonny/James, and some OC fluffiness (later).
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Sonny With A Chance. I do own my OC's; Brandon, Sophia, Nicole, Shawn, and Steven.
-The scene where Sonny meets the twins is an idea I got from kaitlyn99's story "Internet Meetings". So that idea is hers, but I added my own twist to it.
Chapter One
I knew he was following me, but I did my best to ignore it. It was an everyday occurrence. I should be used to it by now. But today he was closer, more obvious. And he'd been staring at me in class. It was starting to unnerve me. I wanted to get home. Now.
It was just my luck to end up with a psycho, stalker ex-boyfriend. I can't even remember what drew me to him in the first place.
Oh yeah... he's freaking HOT. And he was pretty good at pretending to care.
Otherwise, he's an annoying, egotistical, arrogant, abusive, lying asshole. Pretty clear why I broke up with him. Only he doesn't seem to get that.
I finally reached my car, almost dropping my keys in my rush to unlock it. I threw my bag in the backseat and slammed the door. Thinking I was safe, I let out a relieved sigh and placed a hand over my forehead. It's sad when you need nerve pills just to walk through a school hallway.
I had my hand on the gear shift when somebody tapped on my window. I jumped, feeling a cold chill run down my spine. James smiled at me through the window, and I glared back. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep. Could he at least let me do that?
"What?" I asked bitterly once I'd rolled the window down. "Aw, don't be like that baby." His exaggerated southern accent made me wince. "I want to go home, James." I huffed, not hiding my sour mood. "I want to talk." I put my car in reverse. "Sorry, I don't have time." I said tersely, backing up before he could say anything else. I could've ran over his foot, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
The next day was worse. James skipped his classes that I wasn't in and hung around outside of mine until the period was over. Then he'd follow me to the next one. At lunch he sat three tables away, not eating, just burning holes into the back of my head. My friends noticed my unease, but I just waved them off.
After my last class, I ran to the bathroom and spent almost 20 minutes in there, doing everything I could think of to waste time. I had hoped James would've gone home by now, but I wasn't that lucky. I found him leaning against my car. "Move, James." I huffed but he just smirked, making no effort to move. "What's the rush? It's Friday and I know for a fact you don't got nowhere to be." Okay, that was true, but did he have to be so sure of himself?
"And how would you know that?" I asked. He pushed off my car and stopped a few inches in front of me. I willed myself not to step backwards. "Cause I know you babe." I raised an eyebrow. "Don't call me that." He acted like I didn't say anything and reached to brush a strand of hair out of my face. I held up my hand to stop his. "Don't touch me." I warned, lowering the volume of my voice. He smirked again. I used to find that expression attractive, sexy even, but now it just made my stomach churn.
"Move, James." I said again, crossing my arms impatiently. He ignored me. "Why don't I give you a ride home?" He suggested, raising an eyebrow. "I'm perfectly capable of driving myself." I frowned at him. "Ally..." I cut him off. "Don't call me that either." He laughed. "Alright then Sunshine." If looks could kill… he would be dead right now.
"Come on, you can come hang out at my place." He suggested as if it were a completely reasonable option. "We're not friends." I told him. "No." He agreed. "You're my girlfriend." I pushed him out of the way and flung open the car door. "No I'm not. I'm not gonna keep doing this James. We're done. That's final. Now leave me alone." I said, exasperated. When I tried to get in, he grabbed my arm and jerked me back.
"We're not done." He hissed in my ear, pinning me against my car. "James..." I started, my annoyance turning into fear. "Hush." He whispered, pressing a kiss to my neck. I pushed at him. "James, stop." He trailed a hand down my side. "Let me go." I said a bit louder, my voice wavering. I looked past his shoulder, hoping to see someone in the parking lot, someone who could help me. It was basically empty and I started to regret my bathroom visit earlier.
I yelped when James nipped at my collarbone. "Stop! Let me go!" I tried again, hitting his chest. "Shut up." He growled, placing a hand over my mouth. I immediately bit his finger and he jerked away with an angry yell. "You little bitch." He grabbed my arms again and somehow pinned them behind me. I struggled against him, trying to figure out how I could get away. "James let go!" I yelled desperately. "Shut up!" He hissed, pulling his arm back.
My mind didn't register what he was doing until a crushing pain radiated through the side of my face. I felt myself fall against my car, and I did my best to remain upright.
"Hey!" A guy's voice yelled, sounding muffled and far away. "Get off her dude." Another voice said. James suddenly left me and I blinked a few times. Two guys came into focus, one of which was James, and another guy who looked about our age. He had James by the shoulder; pushing him away from me. "Are you okay?" Asked somebody to my left. I hummed an affirmative and blinked up at whoever was beside me. "You sure? He hit you pretty hard." It took a minute for those words to register and I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. He apparently took that for a "no, I'm not sure" and led me to a blurry green truck.
He lifted me up relatively easily and sat me on the tail gate. The boy held up his hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?" I suppressed smiling at the cliché question. "Three." I answered. "Alright, stay here. I'll get you some ice. Got a bruise forming already. Lay down if you get dizzy." He ran off and I could hear James and the other guy arguing from somewhere behind me.
I took the guy's advice and laid down on the truck bed. The sky was getting darker and I wished I had worn my watch. I remembered my phone, but it wasn't in my back pocket. I let my breathing go back to normal and listened to my slowing heartbeat. What was I gonna do about James now? Obviously I'd have to tell someone because that little display back there was not okay.
"Alright. Here, sit up." The guy was back. Now that I could see properly, I noted that he had brown hair and striking blue eyes. But the biggest stand out were the tattoos on his arms. He pressed an ice pack to the side of my face. I winced at how tender it was. "Sorry." He reduced the pressure, but still held it against my jaw. I took the time to look at him more. He was definitely around my age, but I'd never seen him in school before.
"Do you go to school here?" I asked, my words slower than normal. "Yeah." He answered, his eyes zeroed in on my neck. No doubt there were bruises there too. "You know that guy?" He asked, his eyes finding mine. "He's my ex-boyfriend." I supplied and he scowled.
There was a loud thump as someone jumped in the truck bed behind me. My body tensed and the cold feeling of fear went through me again. "What a jackass." The person said. He moved to sit beside me, blonde hair dangling in front of his eyes. "Damn, he got you good." He said sympathetically. "Don't mind my brother." The first guy said, regaining my attention. "What's your name?" He asked. "Sonny. What's yours?"
"I'm Steven." The blonde announced. "And he's Shawn." He motioned to his brother. "We're twins." Shawn said, removing the ice pack from my face. "Nice to meet you." I said pleasantly. "You too, but it coulda been under better circumstances." I smiled. "Need a ride home? I wouldn't recommend driving." Shawn offered and I nodded hesitantly.
"My car though." I remembered. "Steven can drive it. Think you can remember how to give directions?" I shrugged as he helped me into the cab. "I think I dropped my keys." I told Steven as he started for my car. "Either that or they're in my bag. Backseat." He gave me a thumbs up. "Got it."
"Seatbelt." Shawn reminded me as he started the truck. It roared to life, scaring me for the third time that night. "Loud piece of crap, ain't it?" He laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with him. "Alright, where are we going?" He asked. "My house." I said dumbly. "Well yeah." He laughed. "You have any idea where that is? Cause I don't." I sighed, a small smile on my face. "Yeah, sorry, take a right out of here." He waited until his brother pulled up behind him and then he turned.
"You sure we don't need to take ya to the hospital?" He checked. "I'm fine." Shawn glanced over at me. "Really? Cause you're a little fuzzy. He might've given you a concussion." I waved him off. "I'm fine." I repeated, not really sure about that. How do you treat a concussion anyway?
"Turn left." I supplied, leaning my head against the window. Shawn glanced at me again. It continued like that the whole ride home; me telling him where to go and him looking at me all concerned. He asked me three more times if I wanted to go to the hospital. "If I start forgetting stuff tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital. Deal?" I offered and he chuckled. "Deal."
The obnoxious roar of his truck brought my siblings outside in curiosity, which quickly turned to worry when they saw me. "Sonny! Oh my God, what happened!?" My older sister, Sophia ran to me, brushing the hair out of my face. "Her ex-boyfriend roughed her up a little. My brother and I scared him off." Shawn said for me. I nodded in agreement. "Who, James?" Sophia glared at me. "I asked you the other day if he was bothering you and you said no." I shrugged. "He wasn't really. Until this." Steven appeared at my side, my bag in hand. Sophia took it. "Thanks." I smiled at him. He smiled back and I noticed he had the same stunning blue eyes as his twin.
My older brother, Brandon pulled me towards the house. I heard Shawn telling Sophia that I had refused his offer to go to the hospital. I didn't hear what she said back. My younger sister, Nicole stood in the doorway. She frowned at me. "You look terrible." She commented and Brandon snorted. "Thanks." I said sarcastically. She beamed at me.
"Let's get you to bed." Brandon said when I stumbled. "I'm fine. I have homework to finish anyway." I told him but he just shook his head. "Do it tomorrow. I'll call and tell them you're sick." I was about to retort when he lifted me into his arms. I yelped. "Brandon... I don't need to sleep." He ignored me and somehow managed to carry me upstairs.
Despite my arguments, my eyelids kept threatening to close. Feeling safe now, with my brother's heartbeat just inches from my ear, I passed out before we reached my room.