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A/N: Okay I hope that it's good. This is more like a preview for the story. The other chapters will be longer.

And I'm not sure I liked this chapter very much, so I hope you guys do.

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I stood in front of Chad's dressing room door, very unsure of what to do. I was sure it was his dressing room due to the large good star with his full name written in the center. I'd never been in a situation like this and hadn't even had the time to think this one fully through. Were you supposed to knock? Or maybe since he knew I was coming I should just walk right in. But wouldn't that be rude?

Hesitantly, I brought my small curled-up fist to the wooden door. I didn't have to wait long, Chad was at the door in less than what seemed like a second. His hair looked disheveled, unlike it's usual tameness, like he'd been running his hand through it over and over. Like he was nervous. His tie was loose around his neck and his shirt was only halfway tucked in.

"Sonny," he breathed out. All of the sudden his demeanor changed drastically. HE was his sarcastic, cocky self again. "Sonny, I see you haven't changed your mind."

"Are you alright Chad? This is unlike you."

"I'm fine Sonny. Are you going to come in or not?"

"It's about time you asked." I told him, as I pushed him out of the way and walked into his room. It was unlike me, but Chad made me do strange things.

"Wow, Sonny. You look… different. But a good different." I caught his eyes raking slowly over my legs and then up to where the fabric of my dress barely covered my chest. "But I still think you need less clothing to be appropriate for the moment." I blushed and turned around to hide it. I faced the enormity of his dressing room, the size of the dressing room I shared with Tawni and the prop house together. But it looked as if there was more rooms branching off this one, so it might have even outsized that.

"God, this room is huge. You get all of this? It's not fair."

"Let's get out of here so we can really do something." I nodded in agreement as he laced his fingers with mine. Chad walked me to his fancy sports car and opened the passenger door for me. The car ride seemed too strained and awkward, being that close and yet unable to do anything. When we pulled up to his house, I was amazed. It was huge. Three stories, with a pool with a blue glow you could see from the front yard, which was surrounded by many palm trees.

Chad walked me inside and up some stairs. "Don't worry, my parents aren't home." I think were on the top floor when we stopped climbing. He opened a door for me and it took me a second to register all of this. I was in Chad Dylan Cooper's bedroom.

All of the sudden I was aware of him behind me as his strong arms wrapped around my slender waist. "Do you like it? I imagine you'll be here awhile," he whispered in my ear. His chin rested on my shoulder, his hair brushing against my cheek. I turned around in his grasp and wound my arms around his neck. His lips touched gently against my own, brushing them as light as a feather. His lips were so soft; I needed more of him. I pulled my arms tighter, getting us as close as possible. Suddenly the kiss turned into one not of gentleness and love but one that was hot and full of lust.

I was vaguely aware of him moving us somewhere, but I wasn't sure where. He fell down first, and then I on top of him. I broke apart from him and pushed myself up supporting my weight with my hands placed on either side of Chad's chest. I looked around to study our surroundings.

"A couch?" I questioned. He pulled me back down to his chest.

"Great things happed to those who wait," he replied as he began kissing me again. His hands crept slowly beneath my dress, it hitching up around my chest, and came to rest modestly on my waist. I wasn't aware that his hands had been moving further up until he was lifting the offending garment over my head and I was using my feet to toss my heels over the armrest of the couch my legs swung over.

"You could have just unzipped it," I told him sarcastically and he threw it aside. I undid his tie slowly and pulled it from around his neck and wound it around mine instead. He flipped us over to he was on top of me now, his weight not fully pressed against me, and it was my hands working spasmodically on the buttons on his shirt. "God!" I exclaimed. "Why are there so many freaking buttons on your shirt?" He chuckled and picked himself up onto his knees as he made short work of the buttons that were so difficult for me. I picked myself up as well and placed my hands on his bare shoulders, pushing the sleeves of his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor by my dress.

He pressed himself back down onto me, his hard chest against my soft stomach. My fingers dug into his strong back as his hands rested on the back clasp of my bra.

Without any warning, he was off of me next to the shirt we'd discarded earlier. He was pulling it back over his arms, buttoning up each of the individual buttons I'd worked so hard to undo one-by-one.

"What the hell Chad?" I asked as he tossed my dress back to me. I pulled it back over my lacy black undergarments as he looked over at me with a hand outstretched, palm up. "What?" The fingers on his hand curled inward, the signal for me to give him something.

"Tie." I looked down at Chad's tie, draped around my neck. I pulled it off, the silkiness feeling soft against my bare skin, and tossed it at him. "We hate each other Sonny. We can't do this, not now."

"What's the problem Chad?" I sneered. "I've seen all of your little scandals in Tween Weekly and now you're denying me of what I came here to do?"

"You don't really want this Sonny."

"Yes I do!" I shouted back at him.

"Really Sonny? Really?"

"Yes."

"Sometime, but not now," he replied as he shook his head. I pulled the straps of my sandals over the heel of my foot.

"Oh my God Chad. You're so frustrating!" He smirked.

"One of my many lovely perks." I rolled my eyes and stood up straight. "Sonny," he began. I turned around. "You really did look beautiful tonight." I sighed and walked toward his door. "Come back tomorrow?"

"You'll be lucky if I even talk to you tomorrow, Cooper," I replied. "Now drive me home. Right now," I growled. Eyes downcast, he led me back down the stairs and back into his car.

"I'm sorry Sonny."

"Why would you be sorry if you said we hate each other?"

"Because we don't have too. I don't hate you Sonny no matter how much I want to."

"You want to hate me?" He made a gesture to reply but I cut him off. "Nevermind. Just drive me home Chad." The rest of the drive was quiet and awkward. Why did Chad want to hate me?

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