Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long people! I was in a major hole from friend problems ith each other and projects.

SONNY'S POV

Mark and I were dancing to the groove. My hair was flying everywhere, when it took me 2 hours just to get it perfect. I didn't care though, I was having the time of my life. I casually glanced at Mark, and gawked. He wore a blue T-shirt with yellow stripes, and black jeans. Converse shoes at his feet, he shaked around me, laughing occasionally. I laughed too. Everytime I was near him, I felt safe and light-free. I was wearing a creme cashmere jacket, over a loose pink tank top. I wore low-rise jeans, witch cross stitches on the thighs. Instead of my usual boots, I wore fashionable strappy heels. I thought I looked cute!

"You look gorgeous Sonny!" Tawni exclaimed,. "Well, ALMOST as gorgeous as me!"

"Thanks. That's very nice to say." I replied.

GENERAL POV

Sonny and Mark danced to the disco music. It was loud, it was upbeat, it was...turned to a slow dance. Both of them looked at each other as if unsure what to do. They stared at each other first out of confusion, but then from being lost in each others eyes. Mark was the one who snapped out of it.

He held his hand out and asked, "Wanna' dance?"

Sonny looked at his hand and for a second glared at it out of spite. But then she realized it wasn't Chad's hand, and she no longer felt anxiety.

"Of course." She replied, and gracefully placed her hand in his.

That's when it happened all so fast. Mark grabbed Sonny's shoulders and pushed her towards her. Sonny blanked out momentarily, and practically swished around like a basketball hoop. They stayed like that for a few moments, as the song went from a jazzy single to country theme. Sonny and Mark looked up at each other once more.

"Sonny, I---" Mark started to say.

It was a perfect moment, until Chad walked in, single. He was dressed in a thin, black tuxedo. He stared at the crowd, scanning for someone. His eyes finally landed on one person. That's when Portlyn decided to make her move on Chad. Wearing a pink dress with a white shawl, she sauntered over to Chad, clicking her high-heels.

"Chad! How are you?" Portlyn sluggishly said, and whipped her shawl down, throwing it on a chair.

"Fine." Chad replied, and walked swiftly to the center of the dance floor.

Portlyn ran after him. "You wanna dance?" She asked, popping to keep up with him.

"No." Chad said, not even looking.

"Are you sure?" Portlyn asked.

"Yes."

"Positive."

"Totally."

"Maybe your not 100% sure."

"Um Hello? Do you not know this face?"

"Right..."

"Go away Portlyn."

"Until you dance with me."

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"NOOO!" Chad shouted at Portlyn, and stormed off to Sonny.

Portlyn stood there, gawking at what Chad had just said. When the words finally formed in her brain, tears swelled up in her eyes. She sniffled softly, but not soft enough that others couldn't hear. All the music instantly stopped. The people on the dance floor stopped dancing momentarily after. Chad finally focused on the storming off long enough to realize people were glaring at him.

"What?" Chad asked, staring back and forth at the long row.

CHAD'S POV

What was with everyone? They were glaring at me, ME! Chad! Dylan! Cooper! Perhaps they are staring at my new suit. Yes, that's it. After all who wouldn't want to look at the greatest actor of our generation!

"CHAD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I'M GOING TO BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!" Someone shouted.

I momentarily turned around, glaring at whoever it was who said that. That is, until I saw WHO said that.