Here is CALF Munroe Monday, revamped and re-edited. Haha.

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Munroe Monday

My Monday started at 5:03 AM, which was when my cell phone started mooing at me. Maybe most people would be able to sleep through such a soft sound, but after being cows for most of my life, I was too kenned in on the noise to ignore it. In the darkness of my room, I scrambled out of my bed toward the lit up screen.

"Hello?" I asked, too tired to stop long enough to check the ID.

"What was up with you yesterday? Aren't you supposed to be making Chad think you're in love with him?"

I was too tired to know for sure, but the voice sounded a lot like-

"Tawni?"

"Yes, it's me. What other person do you know who would wake up this early just to give you a make-over?"

Wondering if I was still asleep enough that I hadn't heard her correctly, I held the phone away from my ear long enough to pinch my arm. As a pain shot through me, I knew I was awake, not caught in some sort of bizarre dream.

"I don't need a make-over, Tawni," I sighed, putting the phone back so I could talk again. "Actually, if you call me this early again, you'll be the one needing a make-over."

"Apparently, you do need one," Tawni replied instead of taking the hint and hanging up. "You showed up yesterday in that hideous 'I hate Chad Dylan Cooper' shirt. He's never going to fall for you when you wear stuff like that! Meet me at the studio in fifteen minutes and I'll make you look almost as good as me!"

"I don't need a make-over. I'll just wear my Mackenzie Falls uniform today."

My protest was too late. Before I could finish my sentence, a dial-tone sounded from Tawni's end of the phone. She wasn't taking no for an answer.

Grumbling to myself, I turned on the light in my room, calling out for my mom as I did. She wasn't going to be happy about giving me a ride to the studio so early in the morning, but I would rather deal with her than an angry Tawni. Last time Tawni had been mad at me, she'd locked me out of our dressing room and wouldn't let me in until I got her a date. I didn't want to go through all that again.

After I heard mom mumble a reply to my shout, I closed my bedroom door so I could get dressed. My eyes scanned the room as I tried to pick out an outfit I wouldn't have on for more than a few minutes.

My walls were full of posters and pictures. Some of the pictures were from back, but one wall, the biggest one, was covered with pictures of Tawni, Grady, Nico, Zora, and me. The five of us had been through a lot since I'd joined the cast, but the pictures helped to remind me of all the good things that came out of the bad. No one knew about the Mackenzie Falls poster taking up part of the wall, or the pictures of Chad I'd cut from magazines. A few of the pictures were of both of us, some of them photo-shopped by magazine editors, others snapped by sneaky reporters.

It was the one safe place I could put pictures of Chad without anyone ever finding out about them. None of my friends came into my room, and the day Chad tried to come in would be the day the earth would catch fire. My room was the only safe place to let my crush be known.

I was glad I was a good actress; if any of my friends knew how I really felt, Portlyn and Tawni's plan would've been down the drain in two seconds. I was the only one who knew about my crush, and I would always be the only one to know.

My house was a Chad Dylan Cooper free zone.


Portlyn went running by me as I walked around the Mackenzie Falls set. At first, I didn't recognize her and was going to let her go, but then I decided having a stranger running around my set wasn't the best idea in the world.

"Whoa!" I called after the already halfway down the hall stranger. "How about an apology for almost running me over?"

She stopped running and turned to face me, keeping her hands behind her back as she did so. I stared at her in surprise.

"Portlyn? What are you doing here early again?" I asked. "Usually I can barely get you here on time. Is something going on that I should know about?"

As I spoke, I started walking toward her, wanting to close the distance between us. I could see the way she glanced around the hall, refusing to look me in the eyes. What was she hiding from me? She never hid anything from me; no one hid from me. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper!

"Well, Chad, I'm here early today because I…I…"

"Need extra time to do your hair?" I finished her sentence.

It wasn't hard once I was close enough to grab one of her arms and pull it from behind her. She was clutching a bottle of hairspray. Why was she trying to hide that form me? Like I cared if she needed extra time to do her hair or not.

Pulling her arm out of my grasp, Portlyn laughed nervously.

"You caught me, Chad. I came here early so I could do my hair," she said, walking backwards. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have…hair…stuff to do."

I watched as she turned her back again and started running, not stopping until she was out of my line of vision. I had no idea why she was trying to hide hairspray from me, and normally, I would've tried to figure it out. But I had a reason for arriving early again today and didn't have time to worry about Portlyn. Instead, I went to my dressing room.

The little black book Portlyn had stolen the other night was what I reached for once I was sure the door locked behind me. I'd changed the hiding place since she had found it and I didn't want anyone finding its new location. Anyone around the studio, or the press for that matter, wouldn't do good things if they had the black book. If anyone ever found out about my little scheme, I had a feeling the world would no longer see me as the nice person I was. Knowing the way girls over-reacted about everything, I would get in trouble if they knew what was really going on.

No, the world could never find out about my book. It was just too much of a risk.

Opening the book to the first blank page, I wrote Sonny's name at the top of it. Half the pages started off the same way, but this time, I didn't have to cross it out. I was really going through with it now, and, to be honest, it was going better than I hoped.

Selective Sunday I wrote, letting the pen glide across the page. Sonny Munroe is picked as new girl. She nearly faints when I touch her.

I couldn't help but smile as I thought back to last night right before leaving the studio. Sonny had tried to keep her cool while I was around. She tried to stay firm, but the second my back was turned, she was leaning against the building in defeat. Yes, she had almost fainted, and that was just because I'd cupped her chin.

If she thought that was good, she was going to love tonight.

Looking over at the clock, I saw it was almost time to start work for the day. Closing the book, I put it back in its hiding place, knowing I wouldn't need it again until tomorrow morning. Using the mirror to make sure I looked great (yeah, right; when didn't I look great?), I opened the door to my dressing room-

-Nearly hitting a blonde actress who shouldn't have been on my set in the first place.

"Tawni?" I asked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Just like Portlyn had done, Tawni seemed to grow nervous as she tried to think of an answer to my question. What was it with the two of them? Why were they both showing up early? Why did they have to think of answers instead of having them ready?

Were they trying to hide something from me?

I shook that thought from my head. Of course Portlyn and Tawni weren't tricking me. I was Chad Dylan Cooper; I didn't get tricked. Besides, the two girls didn't even talk to each other. I was just letting my imagination get carried away, that's all.

"You stole Sonny away from me for an entire week," Tawni finally answered my question. "Now you're trying to tell me I can't even visit my friend?"

"I thought I would be doing you a favor by getting rid of Sonny for a week?"

It was no secret that although Tawni and Sonny were getting along better than Sonny's first few weeks at the studio, they still had a long way to go before being best friends. Even I could tell that and I wasn't part of their cast.

"What are you talking about?" Tawni asked, letting out the loudest fake laugh I'd ever heard. "I love hanging out with Sonny!"

"Really?" I relaxed my pose as I smiled down at her. "Where is your friend then, Tawni? If you mad such an effort to get here this morning, shouldn't you be with the person you wanted to see?"

I had won this time. Tawni's nervous laughter died down. I folded my arms over my chest, waiting for her to answer my question. Her mouth was just opening when another voice spoke up.

"Just because Tawni came to visit doesn't mean she has to be with Sonny every second she's here. If you want the truth, Sonny asked Tawni to leave so she could get ready for work to begin."

Portlyn was back, this time without a can of hairspray or her nervous posture. I only looked at her for a moment before turning my attention to my watch.

"I told Sonny we start at exactly eight o'clock," I said. "She has exactly five seconds before she'll be late. Four…Three…Two…One…"

"I'm here, Chad, sorry!"

Just on time, Sonny ran out of Portlyn's dressing room, joining the small group of people standing outside mine. I turned to her, ready to start yelling at her for cutting her time so close-

My voice froze in my throat.

Once again, she wasn't wearing a Mackenzie Falls uniform, but she wasn't wearing a shirt with a line through my face, either. There was something different about her outfit today. Her jeans were gone, replaced with a skirt. Her t-shirt was instead a fancy top. Her hair, which had been straight every time I'd seen her, was in difficult curls that had probably taken forever to look that perfect. The face I'd fallen in love with every day had more make-up on than usual, just enough to bring out her features a little better.

All in all, she looked amazing.

I was barely aware of Portlyn and Tawni, who were both still standing on either side of Sonny, smiling at each other. All I could do was stare at Sonny. She stared back, although she much more nervous than me. Her hands kept twisting together then untwisting again like she didn't know what she was supposed to do with them.

"So," Portlyn said, slipping one of her arms around my shoulders, the other around Sonny's. "Shall we get to work, children?"

She looked over her shoulder long enough to win at Tawni. Tawni returned it before heading off to her own set, happy as could be.

I missed the whole exchange as I tried not to stare at Sonny.


Tawni wasn't the only one waiting for me when I arrived on the Mackenzie Falls set. Portlyn was there, too, and they each grabbed an arm, dragging me into 'my' dressing room. Since it still wasn't a filming day, Portlyn explained I could get away with wearing whatever I wanted to, but in order to keep me from making the same mistake as yesterday, she and Tawni had something special picked out.

When I first saw the outfit, I protested, telling them I wasn't going to wear it in a million years. They convinced me it was only for a day and that if I really wanted Chad to fall for me, I was going to have to show off a little bit more.

"You're already as pretty as the girls he goes for," Portlyn told me. "You just need to learn how to show it better."

I put on the outfit and was ready to call it good enough, but Portlyn and Tawni forced me to sit down. Before I knew what was happening, they attacked my hair, face, and nails. When Tawni told me to meet her for a make-over, she wasn't kidding. The two of them worked for two hours before they declared me Chad-ready.

He was speechless when he laid eyes on me for the first time. If I wasn't seeing things, his mouth even fell open a little. I wanted to say something witty to him, something that would really set him off, but when I tried to think of something, no words came out. Just like him, all I could do was stand there and blush.

I'd actually sent Chad Dylan Cooper into silence.

Things went a little better on the set today, but not much. Chad still wanted to fight every chance he got, demanding to know why I refused to wear the Mackenzie Falls uniform, telling me I wasn't allowed to have visitors on his set unless he approved of them first, even yelling at lunch when I glanced over to my old table. I kept sending hopeless looks in Portlyn's direction, and she pulled me aside one time to reassure me.

"He's trying to get used to this just as much as you are," she explained. "I saw the way he looked at you this morning; he's definitely falling for the act. Just keep flirting with him and I'm sure he'll come around."

Chad assigned each cast member somebody to work with on a certain scene in the script, whichever one the two thought they needed the most work on. When he came to me, I thought he was going to pair me up with him. Instead, he smiled.

"Sonny," he said, putting an arm around my waist as he led me out of the room, away from the rest of the cast, "You're going to be working with Jenna."

"Jenna?" I repeated. "Who's Jenna?"

My question was answered pretty quickly. There was a woman waiting for us in the hallway, a Mackenzie Falls script in her hands. She was tall, skinny, and not an actress on the show.

"Jenna is the official acting coach for us," Chad explained. "She's going to teach you how to really act instead of whatever it is you do at So Random!"

"Chad, I don't need acting less-,"

He patted my shoulder before leaving, shouting a, "Goodbye!" over his shoulder. It's a good thing he closed the door as he went back into the room. Otherwise, I might've followed him and killed him when there were too many witnesses around to see. If he was ever alone with me though, he'd better watch out.

Quitting time came, the actors headed for the door, and Portlyn warned me to wear my Mackenzie Falls uniform tomorrow. I was slipping on my jacket, getting ready to follow everyone outside, when I heard a throat clear behind me.

There stood Chad, his hands shoved into the back pockets of his pants. Since he'd been the one to draw my attention to him, I waited for him to say something.

"So…I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight?"

The laugh I tried to hold in didn't stay silent. Chad looked at me and I shook my head quickly.

"Sorry," I apologized. "It's just that…Well, it's kind of funny how you think you can treat me like a jerk all day and then suddenly turn into this nice guy at night."

He seemed surprised by my words.

"I haven't been a jerk to you today, Sonny."

"What do you call it then?" I asked. "If yelling at me about every little thing I did wrong and making me work with an acting coach all day isn't being a jerk, then what is it?"

Chad placed a hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to meet his eyes before answering my question.

"I'm sorry if I seem a little harsh with my rules," he said in a serious voice. "I'm your boss for the week, Sonny, and I'm just trying to help you do the best acting you can. I only have one week to bring you up to your full potential."

For a minute, while I was standing there, his warm hand on my shoulder and his eyes smoldering into mine, I believed him. Of course he had every right to yell at me; he was trying to help me out, really.

It wasn't until I finally looked away and forced Chad's hand off me that I came to my senses. He was the farthest thing from a boss I had and he absolutely had no right to be yelling at me. Just because I didn't do everything the exact way he wanted it done didn't mean I wasn't doing it right. There was a difference between Chad's way and mine, but you didn't see me yelling at him every five seconds.

"I would love to hang out with you tonight," I told him, remembering I was supposed to be making him think I was in love with him. "Unfortunately, my mom wants me home."

"Does she have some kind of rule where you have to go straight home every night?" Chad asked, looking dubious. "That's the second night in a row you used the same excuse."

"It's not an excuse," I protested. "My mom really does want me home. She actually enjoys spending time with me."

I could hear Chad behind me as I walked off the set, heading into the parking lot. Instead of stopping on the steps like last night, I kept walking.

"Is your mom already here?"

"Actually, I'm walking home tonight. I want the extra time to think."

"Perfect!"

Without taking the time to explain his proclamation, Chad ran in the opposite direction as me, heading toward his car. I wondered why he had said 'perfect' before running off, but I shook my head. It didn't matter why he had done it. Work was over, Portlyn and Tawni were gone, and I was free to be myself again. I didn't have to flirt until I arrived at the set the next morning.

I was just starting down the sidewalk, trying to shake out the curls that had been bothering me all day. They kept jumping into my face at the worst possible times, but when I tried to brush them out during lunch, Portlyn stopped me before I could even take one brush. My fingers weren't doing a very successful job; there was so much hairspray piled into the mess, I had no idea how I was going to get it all out. I was too busy trying to untangle my fingers to notice the car when it pulled up beside me.

"Yeah, I thought your hair was a little bit too done up," a voice called out, making me jump a foot into the air. "It was extremely cute, just not very…you."

There was Chad, driving his silver convertible (an exact replica of the car destroyed during Zora's prank) down the road. He was going much slower than the speed limit, and cars were beginning to line up behind him. He was in a no-passing zone, and as I glanced at the other drivers, I saw many unhappy expressions.

"Why are you trying to cause a traffic jam?" I asked him. "Is your goal in life to always have someone mad at you or something?"

"Let me give you a ride home."

The car behind him beeped their horn loudly, followed by several beeps from cars farther down the line. I gave them all apologetic looks, but Chad didn't even turn to look at them. I glared at him as I stepped closer to his car.

"I think everyone's starting to get mad at you," I warned through gritted teeth. "You should really speed up. Some people have actual lives that you might be making them late for."

"I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. The world doesn't mind waiting for me."

He seemed to be wrong on that account. As he kept talking, the line of cars grew longer. I could see the driver of the car right behind him pounding his fists into the wheel. Nervously, I held up a finger, begging him to wait one more minute.

"What if one of these people have a gun and they get mad enough to use it?" I asked, lowering my voice in case any of the drivers had their windows down and could hear me.

"In that case," Chad replied, shrugging, "You'll have my death on your shoulders for the rest of your life."

"Don't joke around about stuff like that, Chad! It's not funny!"

"Nobody would be getting mad if you got into the car, Sonny. The sooner you get in, the sooner I can speed up."

Now people were rolling down their windows, shouting form one car to the next, trying to figure out if there was some kind of accident or roadwork making them go so slow. A few cars down, a woman was on her cell phone, a worried expression on her face.

Despite everything going on, Chad only looked at me, occasionally glancing at the road, although he didn't really have to when going barely faster than a snail. There were no other cars in front of him and the one person who drove by in the other lane watched the scene before them in awe.

I cold feel my face getting redder and redder by the second. What if somebody recognized me? What if a reporter showed up and started snapping pictures? I would be known forever as the girl responsible for causing a traffic jam, even though it was really Chad's fault, not mine. Did he have to be so stubborn?

"Ok, I give up," I finally exclaimed, throwing my arms into the air. "What do I have to do to get you to go away?"

"Haven't we been over this?" Chad actually sounded bored. "If you get into the car, I'll speed up again."

"Chad, please." I could hear the exhaustion in my voice as I turned to him, hoping my eyes looked sad. "I've been around you all day. I got dressed up for you, had my hair done for you, and even took acting lessons for you. Can't I have the short walk home without having to see you?"

He was silent as he thought over my request, which only made the symphony of horns and shouts behind him seems even louder. I didn't try apologizing this time; they had every right to be mad.

"You're walking straight home?" Chad finally spoke again.

"Where else would I go?"

My answer must've been good enough because Chad sat up straighter in his seat.

"Alright, Munroe, have it your way."

"I will!"

"Good."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Chad…Just drive."

This time, he listened to me and started picking up speed. As the long chain of cars followed his lead (was that cheering I heard?), I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I had a lot to tell Tawni about.

Tawni and I weren't the greatest friends, but she asked me to keep her informed on the whole Chad thing during the week. I had a feeling all she was really interested in was making sure I stomped his heart into the ground, but it was still nice having someone to talk to who was just as appalled about the traffic jam as I was. We talked about that and Chad's reaction to me first that morning until I could see the building where my apartment was.

"Chad's here," I said slowly, stooping in the middle of the sidewalk, my body frozen to the spot.

"Chad's where?" Tawni demanded. "He isn't stopping traffic again, is he?"

"No," I answered. "Tawni…I have to go."

I was in a daze as I hi the end button on my phone and slipped it into my pocket, not bothering to look and make sure it was really off. My eyes were stuck on the silver convertible too fancy to be owned by anyone in my apartment complex.

The part that scared me the most was that the blond jerk-throb himself was nowhere to be seen.


I easily remembered which door let do the apartment Sonny called home. I'd been there two times, once being when I followed her home (receiving a punch to my chest when she found out) and the other when I came over to check on her as her phone accidentally called me after being thrown into the garbage disposal.

A woman who looked a lot like Sonny opened the door when I knocked. She was wearing a pink apron and had a dishtowel in her hands. She seemed surprised to see me, although I wasn't sure if it was because she knew who I was or she just hadn't been expecting visitors.

"Hi," I greeted her in my best voice. "Sorry if it's a bad time. I'm-,"

"Chad Dylan Cooper," she finished my sentence for me, smiling as she extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you; Sonny's told me so much about you! She's not home yet, but if you'd like to come in and wait, I could use an extra hand in the kitchen!"

Shaking her hand, I accepted her offer to come in, knowing Sonny was going to kill me when she arrived. Oh well; who said winning over her heart would be easy?

Wait, I said winning over her heart would be easy! Even if she was mad when she first came home, she wouldn't stay that way for long. Surely I would be able to win her over again with a touch, maybe a nice long stare into her eyes. I knew what it took to make Sonny happy again. It was something I had to know since often I was the cause of her anger. Someone had to be around to calm her down again.

Mrs. Munroe seemed to be very nice. She led me straight to the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on the dinner she was making. When I asked what she wanted me to do to help, she instructed me to set the table.

"Just two plates then?" I asked when she pointed out the cupboard where I could find both plates and glasses.

"Only set two if you plan on leaving soon," she replied, smiling brightly. "I was hoping you would join us for dinner."

"Oh, I really couldn't impose-,"

"You're kidding me, right?" Mrs. Munroe laughed and, knowing she'd probably be more mad at me if I left than if I stayed, I took three of the plates. "My daughter talks about you non-stop, Chad. You're welcome to have dinner with us anytime you want."

That was the second time she brought up Sonny talking about me and I was opening my mouth to ask what exactly she said about me when we both heard the front door open. The door to the kitchen was shut so I couldn't see who had just come in, but I had a pretty good idea who it was.

"Mom?" the voice I knew so well called out.

"I'm in the kitchen, honey!" Mrs. Munroe sounded giddy as she called to her daughter. "Ohh, you're never going to guess who's in here with me!"

The kitchen door opened, in walked Sonny, and the scowl already on her face deepened.

Mrs. Munroe was wrong: Sonny was able to guess who was in her kitchen.

I smiled as I walked past her, heading back to the cupboard so I could grab two glasses, balancing a third on top.

"Doesn't Sonny look stunning today?" I asked Mrs. Munroe as I made my way back to the table.

Mrs. Munroe's eyes widened as she took in Sonny's appearance. Her reaction told me Sonny hadn't left the house in the morning looking the way she did now.

A few questions started running through my mind. How had Sonny gotten done up? Who had helped her? Why did she wait until she left home before doing it? Was it really done just to impress me as she'd said earlier? Did she have some kind of secret motive?

I tried to forget about the questions. Here I was, at Sonny's house, sitting for dinner with her and her mother. It was wooing time, not questioning time.

Mrs. Munroe seemed to be a lot more open about things than Sonny was. She talked through most of the meal, answering any question I threw at her. All Sonny did was sit across from me, letting her elbows rest on the table as she buried her head in her hands.

By the time dessert was being dished out (ice cream from some brand not good enough for me to buy but tasted pretty good anyway), I had learned that although Sonny had been a fan of So Random! back home and enjoyed coming up with her own comedy sketches, Mackenzie Falls was the show she had to tune in and watch every week. Apparently her old room had been full of pictures of me.

"It was the cutest celebrity crush you've ever seen, right, Sonny?" Mrs. Munroe asked, laughing as she bumped Sonny's back.

"It wasn't cute at all, mom," Sonny replied, glaring at me as she spoke. "It was stupid, childish, degrading, horrib-,"

"You have syrup dripping off your chin, sweetheart," Mrs. Munroe cut her off.

I chuckled, pretending not to see the look Sonny gave me.

Once dessert was over and all three of us were on our feet, I offered to help take care of the dishes. Sonny was behind me in seconds, grabbing both my shoulders and turning me toward the door.

"I'm sure you have more important things to do than hang out here," she said, trying to push me forward. "It was nice seeing you, Chad; can't wait to see you tomorrow!"

"Allison Munroe!" It was the first time all night her mom wasn't smiling. "That is no way to treat our guest!"

"But, mom-,"

"If you keep behaving like that, your but will be in your room for the rest of the night!" Mrs. Munroe was happy again as she turned her attention to me. "You're welcome to stay as long as you want to, Chad. I was going to work on some scrap booking tonight. Would you like to go through old pictures with me?"

The horrified look that crossed Sonny's face was almost enough to make me say no. Almost.

For the rest of the night, the three of us sat in the living room, photo album upon photo album on the coffee table. Mrs. Munroe seemed to have a story for every picture, a few of which included Sonny's first bath, Sonny's first birthday party, and a really embarrassing picture of Sonny trying to copy the look I had on every Mackenzie Falls poster. Maybe she was good at acting, but she was horrible at imitating.

Sonny barely said a word all night. If she tried to cover a picture before I could see it, her mom would threaten her again, and if she interrupted a story, the same outcome occurred. Eventually she learned to keep her mouth shut and listen in terrified silence.

My original goal of the night was to try to win Sonny over. It was my second day of trying and if things didn't improve soon, I wasn't going to reach my goal of having her my girlfriend by Saturday. As the night went on, my intentions changed. the more I learned about Sonny, the more I wanted to know about her. I never pictured myself being able to sit there and look at baby pictures of a girl without laughing, but with Sonny, it was easy. Even back then, she was just as beautiful as she was now, only in a different way.

Besides, I wanted to be with Sonny for a lot more than a week when it finally happened. Spending time with her mom and learning about her old life was a good way to start a new relationship.

It was almost midnight before Mrs. Munroe glanced at the clock for the first time. The photo album she had out slammed shut.

"The time just flew by tonight, didn't it?" she asked with a laugh. "Well, I have work in the morning and need some sleep. Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave now, Chad. Sonny isn't allowed to have boys over unless I'm around. You know how crazy she can be sometimes!"

Sonny looked like she was bout to explode. She climbed to her feet, grabbed my arm to pull me up as well, and pushed me to the door without getting yelled at this time.

"You can go to bed now, mom," she called over her shoulder. "I'm just going to tell Chad goodnight."

Pushing me into the hallway, she closed the door before Mrs. Munroe could finish her goodbye.

"What was that about?" she demanded, folding her arms over her chest.

"What was what about?" I asked, pretending to be clueless. "You just said you couldn't hang out tonight because your mom wanted to hang out with you. I just thought-,"

"You would come over and find out every little embarrassing detail about me so you can tell the press?" Sonny shook her head back and forth quickly. "Let me tell you something, Chad. You may know that I used to have a crush on you, and you might've seen photos I never wanted anyone to see, but that's doesn't mean I'm afraid of you! Go tell the press whatever you want to tell them, but remember, I know how to fight fire with fire. You spread stuff about me, I'll do the same to-,"

In a desperate attempt to make her shut up, I put a hand on each of her cheeks, pulled her head toward me, and kissed her hair softly. It worked; she fell silent as her brown eyes stared up at me.

"I didn't come over tonight to get dirt on you, alright?" I explained, still holding her head between my hands. "I came because I wanted to spend more time with you."

She didn't answer, but to be honest, I wasn't sure if I was holding her too tight for her lips to move. I continued to hold on for several moment, enjoying the feeling shooting through my body. One little touch and I felt recharged, like even though it was midnight, I could start another day right now.

Remembering Mrs. Munroe was still behind the closed door, more than likely waiting for Sonny to come back in, I finally let go of her, turning my back to walk away. As I reached the end of the hall, I turned around.

Sonny was still standing in the hall, her eyes watching me. When she saw I was starting at her, she quickly turned away, trying to hide what she'd just been doing. I smiled as I called out her name.

"Hey, Munroe." She stopped her hand on the doorknob, her eyes back on me. "Let your hair go natural tomorrow. I don't like kissing it when it has all that hairspray in it."

She rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile she tried to hide.

"Go home, Cooper," she ordered.

This time, I decided to listen. She deserved the alone time she'd wanted before. After all, I wanted her to make it as far as her bed before fainting.

And I knew she was going to faint. The fainting always came around day two, and although Sonny was hiding her crush more than any of the previous girls, I could tell she was falling under my spell.

By the end of the week, just as I promised last time we worked together, she really was going to be in love with me.