Fave chapter so far from me on the way! YAY! Sorry but I love this chapter so much! Hope you do too.

(and FYI: Chad is missing...I wonder where he is...)

Chad: (under table) shhhhh! ;)

Chapter 7-Late

Sonny's POV

I wake up, blinking, adjusting my eyes to the light streaming through the window, before screaming at the sight in front of me.

OK, it's not that bad, but not what you'd expect to see first thing in the morning. Zora is sat on my bed, a few inches from my face, and she sighs with relief when she notices I'm awake.

"Finally!" She says, "I thought you were dead."

"Thanks for that." I sigh.

"So…" She smiles, "Who was that last night?"

Only at that point do I remember Chad and mine's little balcony romance from last night, and realise Zora must've been woken up by us talking, or me getting Chad's sandwich. Either way, she heard it. Busted.

"It…was a…friend." I say, trying to cover up my little mess.

"Oh, really?" She laughs, and I nod. "Then why did I hear you kissing?"

"CHAD AND I DIDN'T KISS!" I yell, and she grins.

"Ooh! His name is Chad?"

I sigh. This really is weird-my Zora, the real Zora, would know what Chad this is and now be planning a prank., "Look. I don't like him, OK? He just fixed my car earlier and wanted to make sure I got home safely."

"Sure…" Zora laughs. And she says she doesn't know boys. She seems to know as well as me that Chad obviously wasn't here to see if I got home. Normal guys usually want…something else. Although, this Chad didn't seem to want this…maybe he was just hungry?

"I think he likes you." Zora continues, "You may not like him, but he likes you."

"He does not!" I yell, but she laughs.

"I heard him." She says, "He sounded very…happy to see you. And…sammich? What the heck is this? Believe me, someday, I can see him getting home from work and asking you for a sammich."

I groan. I know what she's trying to imply. "Not in a million years."

She smirks, her eyebrows raising, then falling, "Oh, really?"

"Really."

"Well, fine."

"Fine."

I'm happy that my 'little sister' doesn't end up saying 'good', it would be kinda creepy.

"You should bring your boyfriend round after school, Sonny," She says, taking the abandoned plates and cups from last night, "I want to meet him in person."

"Chad's not my…" I start, but back up when I fully process her words, "School?"

"Uh, yeah…" She laughs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "School. The place where you learn-the thing I do even better at than you, even though I'm 13."

I sigh. Even this Zora is smarter than me. Great. Why in my wish didn't I ask for a dumb-ish sister who loved to talk about shoes and clothes and boys? I'll tell you-the 'boys' part. She'd be killing me with embarrassment about Chad, asking what colour his eyes are, his haircut, how I met him, how I knew he was the one. Shudder, I think I prefer too-smart-to-know-or-care-Zora.

I jump out of bed and race downstairs, getting out breakfast like lightning when I realise that I'm late. I've just finished getting ready when I hear the bus drive past. Great. I'll have to take my car. At least there'll be no annoying, shoving kids in my car. I remember school buses-they're so cramped and smelly and everyone would rather be travelling by their own car. Or maybe a bike…or one of those incredibly cramped trains in poorer countries. Same smell, same space, you just might like the people on that train slightly better than the rude kids on the bus.

I drive to school, arriving a little late. I sign in at the desk, and start to head for class when I hear the door swing open and someone waltz in. He slams his bag on the desk with a smirk on his face, taking the pen from the receptionist and signing his name fluently, as if he's done it a million times before. I look down at the paper where the words Chad Dylan Cooper start to immerge.

"You're making this a habit, Mr Cooper?" The beady-eyed receptionist asks, and Chad shrugs.

"Yeah, He says, "Sorry about that. I was…" He looks around the room as if to find inspiration, and his eyes land on a 'save the whales' poster in the corner of the room, "Saving a shoal of whales from certain disaster. I know how you like your whales."

The woman rolls her eyes at Chad's sweet grin, before eying me, then him, in turn.

"You two should get to class," She says sternly, "Now."

"Yes, ma'am." Chad smiles, saluting her, and she rolls her eyes again. Chad smirks, holding in a laugh, and I start to believe maybe this Chad isn't as sweet as I expected. He's starting to seem a bit more of a bad boy, a class clown. I don't know if it suits him.

"So…" He says to me, breaking the silence on the way to class.

"I didn't even think whales lived in shoals." I say, and he laughs.

"Don't ask me," He says, "I'm not a 'save the planet' nut like she is."

I try to hide the fact that I am, as he says, a 'save the planet' nut.

"Why are you late?" I ask him, trying to move on the conversation, and he shrugs.

"Lie in." He says, "After our little encounter last night I needed some shut-eye."

"It wasn't an encounter!" I scoff, "You meant for it to happen!"

He smirks, "Really, Sonny? Really?"

"Really!" I say, "You told me so!"

He shrugs, "Nope, doesn't ring a bell…"

I roll my eyes, something Chad must be used to today.

"So, why are you late?" He asks, and I shrug.

"Oh, a nut-job snuck into my house last night and kept me up."

"Hey!" He laughs, "I wasn't there that long!"

I smile a sarcastic smile, "Let's just say you overstayed your welcome at Casa De Sonny."

"Wow." He says, "Casa De Sonny doesn't like me then?"

I laugh, "She might…"

"Wait…" He says, stopping me, "Who are we talking about again?"

I scowl, rolling my eyes once more (more eye-rolling then I've done in my whole life) and he laughs.

"I was joking!" He says, "Don't worry about it, K? I'm not who you may think I am."

"Who do I think you are?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"By the way you look at me, I'd say you think I'm a total jerk/class clown with a habit of being super annoying to girls."

"You got it right!" I laugh.

"But I'm not, K?"

He stops me in my tracks, turning me to face him, and I smile.

"K."

"Good." He smiles.

"Good." I couldn't resist.

He smirks a little, "Fine."

I'm surprised he remembers it. "Fine."

We walk along a little, getting closer to the classroom, and I decide that maybe this Chad isn't the boy of my dreams. Or maybe he is. There's always more than meets the eye, and I'd love to see the hidden part of this Chad.

"Just a question…" I say, "…Do you like acting?"

He laughs, "Acting?" He asks, "Seriously?"

"Just a question." I repeat, and he frowns a little.

"Uh, then the answer is, no."

Well, this is not the real Chad. This confirms it. This can't be a prank, someone would've given up by now. If it's a dream, then why didn't I wake when I fell asleep?

Maybe I'm in hospital, having a weird allusion after my fall. That must be it. There is no way any of this is real. No way.

Me: Chad? Chad? There you are!

Chad: Eep!

Me: You missed the chapter! Now you have to say the disclaimer!

Chad: !...K. (Good Luck Charlie ;)) iluvchanny13 doesn't own SWAC :)

Me: yeah...oh sigh...