He knew he'd eventually give into it. Into the ridiculous games ("fine" "fine"), into giant smiles which seemed to eat her face, into strawberry fro-yo and a show which he refused to admit made him laugh. He had fallen, he knew, but Chad Dylan Cooper didn't fall. Girls fell for him, and he had a pre-saved breakup text. He was Hollywood's 'bad boy,' and Hollywood's 'bad boy' didn't fall. So he resisted, because really, her hair had split ends and her laugh wasn't that contagious anyway.

Sonny Monroe was perfect, and (hewasn'tallowedperfect) there wasn't room in his life for perfection.

He enjoyed pushing her, seeing how far he could take it until she snapped. No one could be that happy, all the time.

"Sonny."

"Chad."

"Nice bee costume."

"Thanks. You've got a hair out of place."

"What?"

These conversations mean more to him then he'd ever tell.

She meant more to him then he'd ever tell.

That smile she saved just for him meant more to him then he'd ever tell.

In all honesty, he found her to be irritating. And her eyes were dull. And she wore bad clothing. And her friends were horrible. So you see, he didn't feel anything towards her other then a strong dislike.

But all the same, he found himself coming back for more.

He heard her swear ("Why are you being so bitchy to me, Tawn? I haven't done anything") and he was furious at her for the rest of the day. He had been perfectly happy seeing her as perfect, and swearing didn't fit into the 'perfect and therefore untouchable' category.

He didn't want to admit it, but he knew he'd fallen.

He didn't want to admit it, but he knew it was only a matter of time until she caught him.

He didn't want to admit it, but he did anyway.