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I was Afraid… Chapter 2
My heart was racing as I slowly released my breath, trying to calm myself down. Sitting on the couch just didn't seem good enough as I stood to pace around my dressing room. This wasn't right! I couldn't place the reason why I was so distraught and angry, but it was completely eating me up. I was afraid I almost felt guil…no Chad Dylan Cooper does not feel nor ever will feel guilty for what he did.
To be precise, it was not my fault for what happened. It was all her fault, not mine. She was the one to blame, she was the one that started it, and she was the one who didn't fight back!
I stopped when I noticed the reflection of my gorgeous face on one of my many mirrors in my dressing room. I quickly gave myself a nod and looked in the mirror. "Yeah, that's right; Chad Dylan Cooper is always right."
I gave my signature smile into the mirror wanting to see a face that showed the confidence I had tried to convince myself to believe. It was slightly working, but I knew something was off, maybe my hair?
After staring into it and making absolutely sure that I looked perfect which had consumed a good bit of the time for my lunch break. My thoughts had been engrossed into making my hair look perfect when again, my thoughts trailed back to what happened earlier with her.
I had been enjoying my as usual delicious lunch when she, in front of the whole cast of Mackenzie Falls who were also sitting and enjoying their food, decided to out me. Just like that in front of the whole cafeteria. Who did she think she was that she could just out me in front of everyone? She thought she was Sonny Munroe who really was the only person who would even think of it and actually do it. If she hadn't been so public about it, it would have never been that bad. I barely remember what she had said, but it was enough to make me…enraged.
It went something like "Chad Dylan Cooper, who do you think you are? Oh wait, I know, you are a lying, prideful, stubborn, self-absorbed, spoiled, insecure brat!" I had stood up by this time, wanting to kill her at the moment. "You think you are all that, but all I see is a normal guy who is just more lost the than the rest of us. All you have is Mackenzie Falls and I cannot wait until the day that Chad Dylan Cooper falls!
She had said more, but I didn't want to think about it. She had said it so furious and hateful that it stung to think about it. And what do you ask is the reason for her outbreak? Oh well…because…of…something…I…did. Ouch, just admitting that to myself hurt. Imagine if I said it aloud. The idea made me shudder in disbelief and nausea.
Just at the moment, I heard a soft knock on the door. I almost wanted to just ignore it, but then I heard her soft, muffled voice through the door.
"Hey Chad, can I please come in."
I immediately stood; she was the last person I expected to be at the door. I was about to say yes when a thought crossed my mind. Why is she here? Ugh she probably just wants an apology which is so not going to happen. Wow, that is so pathetic. Ha what am I saying? She doesn't even deserve to come in here. I knew my ego was getting to my head, but I shrugged it off.
"Um…no? Why would I let you in? I thought I already took out the trash?" I spat out. I heard her as she gasped sharply as if someone had stabbed her, and maybe I had. An ache in my heart seemed to echo and I couldn't shake the feeling of regret.
An awkward silence followed and I began to think she had just left, and suddenly I realized I was afraid she had left. I stood quickly about to open the door to check when she spoke again.
"Chad," she had said it so softly I had to put my ear to the door. Tingles shot through my spine from just hearing her say my name that way. I knew of course, any gentlemen would have simply opened the door to talk to her face to face, yet I just couldn't. I was deathly afraid to see that same face when I told her she was worthless. I shook my head from the thoughts of her pale face that had simply closed her eyes instead of lashing out on me as I had expected.
"Chad," she said again, and I put my ear yet closer even though it was killing me with the thought that I might mess up my hair.
"I wish I could cast all the blame unto you, but I can't. It takes two to fight and I know I was in the wrong for saying all of that in front of everyone, not completely in the wrong I might add Chad Dylan, but I will admit I was in the wrong. I came to apologize for my part, will you forgive me?"
I nearly lost my balance as I backed away from the door in shock, pure shock. I had expected her to, well do the opposite. My head just spun, there is not a girl like Sonny I thought and did not regret. Even the high, gorgeous I might add, Chad Dylan Cooper had to admit to that, of course, never aloud though.
I was speechless. Sonny had to be the only person in the whole world that could make Chad Dylan Cooper speechless. Darn her, darn that girl who was one in million. Well, not even that, she was more of one in the whole universe.
I hadn't even thought of her like that before, not until she pulled this on me. Darn Sonny for being so freaking special and cute. Ugh did I just think that! She was seriously getting under my skin.
I heard a sigh and soft footsteps walk away from my door. I could the feel the fear creep up on me in the thought that she was leaving. I nearly ran to the door to open it when my ego decided to return.
Darn right she should be apologizing to me; she is the one that forced me to be so harsh to her. Besides, she knows that I didn't really mean what I said, right?
"Dang it!" I said aloud and kicked the door.
Why did I care if she knew I meant it or not. I shouldn't…yet it did matter. I was afraid of how she was creeping under my skin and making me feel this way. Some of my co-stars had even been brave enough to mention that I seemed a little different. I hate that word, because it explained what Sonny was. She was different but in a good way.
A knock on the door suddenly stopped my train of thought. Mixed feelings captured me as I quickly opened the door. I was afraid it was Sonny; yet, in the deepest part of my heart I was dying for it to be her.
Actually, when it crossed me that I was slightly hoping it was her, I was even more afraid as my door was whipped open to see who it was.
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