I don't own anything, unfortunately.

"Aaaaand, now we have Sonny Munroe! She will do whatever you want for one day only! Minimum bidding starts at 300 dollars!" Marshall shouted in his auctioneer-voice. Sonny rolled her eyes and gave a fake smile. She adjusted her sparkly dark blue dress and stood with her hands on her hips. Today was the day of the fundraiser, and everything had been going great, but she had been dreading this moment since Marshall and forced her into it two weeks ago.

"Three hundred and fifty!" Someone called.

"Three hundred and fifty, do I hear four hundred?" Marshall announced.

"Four hundred!"

"Five hundred!"

"Seven hundred!"

"One thousand!"

Marshall's eyes opened wide. "One thousand dollars, one thousand dollars! Do I hear anything higher?" He waited expectantly, but the audience kept quiet. Sonny blushed, embarrassed. "Going once, going twice, so--"

"Three thousand dollars!" A voice called from the audience. Sonny's jaw dropped. Someone wanted to pay that much for her? She smiled to herself. It was probably some excited fan.

"Three thousand dollars! Going once, going twice, SOLD to the young man in the suit!" Marshall grinned and cranked the wheel on the Money Meter. Their goal was twenty thousand dollars, and this made them only two thousand short. He ushered Sonny off the stage and continued. "Next we have Tawni Hart, a blonde beauty, willing to go shopping with you for a day!"

Sonny's heart swelled with pride and excitement as she stepped off the stage. Someone had paid three thousand dollars for her! She winced and pulled off her heels and headed backstage to meet the "young man in the suit" who had bought her for a day. She pulled open the curtain, "Hellooo--" She stopped short when she saw the cocky blonde boy standing in front of her, arms crossed in front of his chest, a smug smile on his face.

"Chad?" she asked, her smile fading into an angry scowl. "You?"

"The one and only," he handed her a crisp check. "Three thousand dollars."

She sneered. "You know what? You can forget about the stupid check, because we don't need your money!" Sonny was about to tear the check up into tiny pieces when she heard screaming from the other side of the stage.

"Looks like you guys just met your goal," he pointed to the Money Meter, which read twenty thousand exactly. "Too bad that's the last of you randoms, because when you tear the check up, you're goal won't be completed any longer," Chad raised his eyebrows and smirked.

Sonny bit her tongue and forced herself to push the check into the Money Box. She glared at him for a moment. "Why are you doing this? Just to annoy me?" she snapped.

"Aw, Sonny, you know I would never do that," he gave her a fake sympathetic smile. "I'm just trying to save your show."

She was fuming mad. Chad chuckled. He loved ticking her off, which was precisely why he paid so much for her. An entire day with her. To annoy her, of course.

Oooh, I wonder what he'll have her do? Review and find out soon!