Disclaimer: Oh my gosh! Stop making me depressed! I don't own Sonny with a Chance!

Kay, so someone said that the last line of chapter 3 sounded familiar, and I think it was in Ripping Wings off of Butterflies, one of my favorite stories ever. That story said, "And that was the day Sonny Monroe gave up. On everything." So, mine was different, but I did get the idea from that. It wasn't plagiarism, but in case anyone feels offended, I just thought I should give a shout out to that story. Sorry if I offended anyone, I wasn't using those words, but yes, it was a bit familiar. Is that plagiarism? I hope not! I mean, it was different, but still. I'm sorry if I offended anyone. Sorry, I'm just a bit of a stress-o when I feel guilty. Tell me if I should feel guilty. Honestly, because I don't think it was wrong, but please, the only way to put my conscience at ease is by telling me. Anyway, on with the story.

CPOV (two minutes earlier)

I walked into the Commissary. Maybe Sonny isn't the person I thought she was. Then, why do I still want to go back there and see her smiling face. Why? Because you love her, a little voice in my head said. I ignored it. I mean, what does it know, stupid voice.

So anyway, I was caught completely off guard when Portlyn pushed me into a chair and kissed me. I tried to push her off, but she dug her nails into my arm. So I did the only thing I've taught my body to do. Be emotionless and hope it ends soon. That's what I've always done. So why did it feel so wrong now?

I used all of my strength and finally go her off, but Sonny was standing in the doorway, jaw dropped. So many emotions tugged at me in that instant, but the strongest was…. Regret. Regret that Portlyn kissed me. "Sonny…I" But I never got to finish that sentence. Because she cut me off.

"Save it Chad." And she ran away. I groaned and pushed Portlyn off. "Chaddy…." She whined.

I rolled my eyes. "This is your fault, Portlyn. It's always your fault, isn't it!"

Portlyn glared at me. "My fault? How is this my fault? You know what, I knew you had something happening with that…. slut! I'm telling the press if you don't become my boyfriend!

I snorted. "Go ahead, because you'd be telling a lie! And guess what? Even if there was something going on, I wouldn't care if you told. I'm the bad boy of the press for a reason!"

She smirked at me sympathetically. "Oh, honey. I know you don't care. But Sonny will. And you love her. It'll completely ruin her reputation. Are you sure you're ready to take all that on your shoulders because you were, what, too proud to become my boyfriend?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

I growled at her. "I hate you." I didn't want too, but what else could I do?

She smirked at me. "That's a good boy….. friend. Now, I want you to go break Sonny's little heart and come back to me afterwards. Make sure she knows it's because of me. And I'll know if you don't do it. I'm watching you, Chaddy." And she walked away. Somehow, not seeing her made it that much more scary.

Chad shuddered. What am I going to do? Well Portlyn was wrong about one thing. The only heart it would be hurting was mine, because Sonny didn't feel the same way. That made what I was about to do slightly easier. Knowing she wouldn't suffer put a grim smile on my face as I walked out of the Commissary, looking for Sonny.

I finally found Sonny in the empty Prop House, up at the top of the slide. I crawled up to her, sitting next to her. She didn't acknowledge me.

Tentatively, I put an arm around her shoulder. She shrugged it off. "Don't touch me."

Ouch. That really hurt. I shook it off as I turned to her. "Sonny, I wasn't lying to you before. I wasn't seeing anyone. But…. I, um, realized, as I was in the Commissary, that I really, um, liked….. Portlyn. And I wanted to be with her. So I took the chance and well, you saw what happened. Tada! She's my girlfriend," I muttered. "So, sorry, if I'm hurting you, but…. it doesn't change the way I feel about Portlyn."

She glared at me. "As if I care! Chad, I don't care about your freakin' love life. Get married right now, for all I care. You know why? Because you're a jerk. And I could care less about you. So just get away from me, and don't come back. Because if I ever see your face again, I might just punch it."

I winced internally and slid down the slide, ignoring the sting of her words. So what if she didn't want me? Why should I care? I'm Chad Dylan Freaking Cooper, and I will get over her. At least, that's what I told myself as I left the room, dreading what came next. Portlyn.

Okay, so, don't worry, I hate Portlyn just as much as you Channy lovers must in this story. I think she can be good, and I've written things where she's Chad's friend, but I hate her in this story just as much as you do. So don't worry, because LOLChanny819 promises a happy ending. Or do I? Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha.

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