"Are you going to miss it, honey?" Ms. Munroe asked softly, smiling a small smile of comfort.

Sonny just nodded quietly, not taking her eyes away from the walls of the Wisconsin apartment that she would never see again.

When Sonny Munroe moves to California, she doesn't expect much.

Sonny looked around and saw palm trees gracing every other corner, tall and sleek buildings, and what appeared to be a warm breeze blowing softly every now and then.

A new house.

A single, simple but fairly large white house sat in the middle, surrounded by beautiful landscaping. Pink flowery bushed encircled the circular driveway that wound in a loop in front of the home.

A new school.

A couple of eyes followed her as she walked slowly, books in arm, towards the doors. She tried to make sure she came off as friendly, but for some reason she had an odd desire to please her peers.

New people.

There was one thing she immediately noticed: this was nothing like Wisconsin. Sure, there were cliques, but nothing like this. They were all here. Bad boys, cheerleaders, football players, nerds, theater lovers, gangsters, drunks, the girls who didn't care who touched them where, the shy ones, the bossy ones, the skaters, the surfers, all of them.

But one thing she did not expect…

But suddenly, her viewing session was interrupted by loud rumblings. She glanced to the sky, but it was as blue as possible and there wasn't a cloud in sight.

… was hard-core California bikers.

She watched, astounded, as they roughly parked their bikes and slowly pulled off their helmets, shocking her. They weren't old, rough bikers; they were kids.

When Sonny gets involved with a seemingly harmless tutoring program…

"Excuse me?" Sonny asked the secretary as she stepped into the small office. "Hi, um, I was just wondering if their were any clubs for educational betterment for the school?"

"There is a tutoring program for students who need help with their grades. What is your GPA?"

"Four-point-O," she said immediately, smiling.

"Sign up if you'd like."

… she is warned of a possible outcome.

What?" she asked, her voice slightly exasperated. What could her mother find wrong with being a responsible tutor?

"Nothing," she said quickly. "But, sweetie, you need to realize that this isn't Wisconsin."

"What do you mean?"

"In some cases, it will be like Wisconsin and the people in the tutoring program will be people who just need help understanding a subject or two," Ms. Munroe began. "But… Sonny, a lot of them will be… ones that have trouble in school because they are trouble."

But Sonny, being Sonny, couldn't decline this opportunity to help others.

"I'm sure I can handle it."

"I have no doubt about that." She didn't sound completely truthful. "But you are used to associating with sweet, honor rolling people like yourself. Not everyone is like that, sweetie. Especially if you get stuck with a guy. Be careful. Always make sure you two aren't alone with no one around, because -"

"Mom!"

"You can never be too careful!"

"Oh my God, Mom!"

But fate is not on Sonny Munroe's side…

A large, gleaming, black and chrome motorcycle was there in front of her, it's noise only getting louder the closer she walked. This is what her mother had warned her about.

And her tutoree isn't exactly kind-hearted.

"Look, we are just going to get something straight. On Wednesdays, I'm gonna go off with my friends, ride my bike, do whatever I want to do. You are going to tell people that you are tutoring me, whoever asks. I didn't sign up for this. So, you got it?"

She cleared her throat weakly, staring at the ground.

"What makes you think I'll do that?" she asked, surprisingly finding her voice. "I am supposed to be h-helping you with your courses. I c-can't just lie -"

"You will if I tell you to," he cut her off, his hand moving to a grip on her wrist. "I'm not doing this tutoring crap."

When things take a turn for the worst…

"You need to get out more. Have fun." Sonny's eyes widened as his proximity dwindled to about 2 inches, causing her to back against the lockers in an attempt to get away. "We could have some fun…"

Can Sonny pull through all of this new town drama?

"You're innocent, Sonny. You're new. You're attractive. You're clean and obviously untouched by any other guy. He sees you as the total opposite of him; unobtainable. That's why he's so attracted. He wants to be able to say, 'look at what I did! I fooled around with Sonny Munroe!'. It almost gives him an all new level of… 'badness'."

Sonny was drowned by a wave of fear once more. "F-fooled around with?"

"He has more on his mind than just taking you out," Rachel spared a hesitant glance toward her best friend.

Is this bad boy maybe not all bad?

"Let me go, please!" She was starting to fear him again, knowing that she was making him frustrated.

"Sonny, I can't get across to you how dangerous it is for you to go talk to them!" he hissed, trying to be more quiet when he heard the talking die down a bit.

"Why -?" Suddenly, it hit her and she understood. Her heart stopped for a moment, then pounded. Her voice was gone for a moment. "A-are… are those your f-friends down there, Ch-Chad?"

"Yeah," he answered quietly.

Or is all hope lost?

"And keep in mind what I said," Rachel said quietly, almost like she was afraid if she spoke loud enough they'd show up. "He's the nicest out of that group. So never ever go near his friends, Sonny. Chad is a dangerous, crazed, temperamental dog only bound to a wall by a thin rope. His friends are rabid, foaming-at-the-mouth dogs running around free and you don't have a gun."

In the newest Channy story, there will be drama, anger, romance, comedy, heartbreak. Tune into ChAnNyObSeSsEd and alexatheknight's newest work, "Put Away The Harley, Your Tutor's Here".