Chapter 1: Chad Crazy

"So I guess I'll see you around, huh?" said my ex-boyfriend, Chad, who took up all my chances.

"Yeah, I'll see you around, Chad," I replied, but I did all I could not to cry right in front of him. Yes, I still miss him as boyfriend, but he did many wrong things, even though he meant otherwise.

"Good," he says, a familiar word for the both of us.

"Good," I reply with a small smile.

"Fine."

"Fine." I look down, as Chad walks off returning to the Mackenzie Falls set. Once he's out of sight, I walk off. "Tell me what to do-o about you. I already know; I can see it in your eyes when you're telling the truth…" I sing quietly with my pained heart.

I head over to my dressing room, where Tawni is probably at. I walk pass my show's, So Random!,hallways where I see posters of all my cast mates and me on the wall. I stop at my picture.

My natural brown hair when I first came to So Random! told me how much I changed since then and now. One year, everything just happened; sometimes great, but sometimes my life just sucks. I sigh. My hair was black when I felt like I was at the top of the world, but towards the end, it just started to crumble down. Chad was so stupid, and I was just as much for not realizing it sooner.

He wasn't even dating me half of the time—though I wonder if he did at all—because he sent out his oddly similar, almost a clone, stunt double, Chaz Milton Looper, out on dates with me that Chad thought was "dangerous". He stole my spotlight moment at my first Tween Choice Award demanding for a recount for "Tween's Best TV Show". After that, we broke up. Sure, we had our downs on our roller coaster ride, but that drop was too steep for my liking.

Now, my hair is dyed light brown, but with some highlights. I smile. New hair; new start, I think to myself.

I continue down the hall, turn a left, and entered Tawni and my—and probably Zora's—dressing room. Surely enough, inside, there was Tawni in front of the mirror applying her favorite lipstick, Coco Moco Coco.

"What did lover boy say to you this time," Tawni asks without taking off her eyes from herself.

"Why would you think I talked to Chad?" I reply, making my way through the room, collapsing on the famous orange cushion chair.

"Well, did you?" Tawni turns away from the mirror.

"No."

"You lie! Your voice pitched, so you did talk to him!" Tawni exclaims. "I know I hate Chad and all, but what did you guys talk about?"

"Nothing, we're back to normal, now." I reply. Back to normal, I think to myself. But what was normal for the two of us, us being enemies or us being friends? Those were definitely not normal.

"So, Sonny, as much as I hated you and Chad dating each other, how are you doing with all this?" Tawni asks, actually considerate.

"Good," I say, but my lip quivers. "E-e-everything is alright." I choke back a sob, and I began to let go of a tear. I don't know what is going over me. I was the one who ended the relationship, but why am I the one who is getting hurt?

Through my water-filled vision, I saw Tawni move away from her seat to have her arm encircle me with comfort. Her other hand was rubbing my back soothingly. "It's okay Sonny. You'll be alright. Just don't start wearing polyester pants like I did."

I began to cry harder because I remember. I remember how Chad and I had to fake date to get James jealous.

Well, crying to your friend over guy surely passes time over, and by the time it was 4:30 pm, Tawni decided I should go back home. I reluctantly leave our dressing room, and I start out to my car. I start the ignition and drive off into the Hollywood streets with the top down, wind through my hair, and radio up on high.

I sigh with release of tension. So this was how it is like to be free; a free woman. Suddenly, I heard Chad's voice.

Hello, we're back to MUCH 102.8 with DJ Cris and Chad Dylan Cooper. So Mr. Cooper how was everything since the big win in the Tween Choice Awards?

I'm well, thanks Cris.

Well, I've heard some rumors that you and Miss Sonny Munroe are not doing so well right now. Is it true?

I sat up straight in my seat.

I can't lie to my fans. Chad pauses. But yes, it's true. Sonny and I aren't "Channy" anymore. I can tell that Chad was so sad and disappointed.

Aw, I'm so sorry for you. But now you're a bachelor!

Chad laughs, but not cockily. Ha, no thanks Cris. Right now, I'm still not feeling the need to date other girls right now. It wouldn't be right for m'la—Sonny…or me.

I try to keep well on the road, trying to keep my car in between the lines, but it is difficult when tears are blocking your view.

Girls, you now have it! Channy is split, but Chad Dylan Cooper is not dateable, yet! Well, keep tuning in, and we'll hear how Chad is having a new movie in two weeks all the way in Australia.

I gasp and turn the radio off. I can't believe Chad never told me about the movie. Heck, we were dating like three days ago, and it was never mentioned. I guess you can add that to the list of Chad's Screw Ups.

My phone rings. Moo! Glancing at the screen, there was none other than a photo of Chad Dylan Cooper. I press onto the "end" button, ignoring the call. "I can't call and drive at the same time," I say to myself, trying to have an excuse to not answer.

It rings again. I ignore it. It rings; I ignore. It rings; I sigh. It rings; I lift the phone up and turn it off completely.

Overhead, I see a billboard of Mackenzie Falls. I drive pass it. At my left, I see a couple walk down the sidewalk, a blonde boy and a brunette girl. At my right, I see Chad driving a beer truck.

Wait…Chad driving a beer truck? I shake my head in confusion, but no, it isn't Chad. It's only a bearded mullet-man with a too short, too dirty white shirt that really showed his stomach roll. I shake my head again; I am becoming crazy.

Every person I see, I see Chad. Everything I see, Chad is there. Chad always shows up. The stop light turns green, and I drive quickly to my home which is only a couple blocks away. I concentrate to try to not to think about Chad, but it ends with me thinking about him. I pull up in the driveway and rush toward my apartment.

I have gone mad. I have gone Chad Crazy.