Chapter 7
Sonny's POV
"Take five, then on to the kissing scene!" The director called out, and soon everyone was scrambling off set, either to their dressings rooms or to get food. Someone had turned the air conditioning on so we wouldn't look sweaty while filming, and it was started to get really cold. I hugged my jacket close to me and ambled off the set, towards the food table.
"You ready or what?"
I turned around and flashed Trevor a quick but fake smile. His smile, however, was ear-to-ear, and I could tell her was truly excited.
On the other hand, I was not. At all.
"Or what." I laughed, then turned back around and kept walking until I reached the table. I could feel him following me, and when I grabbed an apple off the table, he was standing right next to me, grinning.
"It's okay to be nervous. If it's your first kiss, i'll be sure to make it special."
I nearly choked on my apple, and I had to spit it out in a napkin and drink some water before I could speak again.
"Excuse me? It's not my first kiss. And if it was, I certainly wouldn't be kissing you."
I hadn't really meant to sound that rude, but Chad had said that Trevor was only trying to hook-up with me, and if it was true, then Trevor deserved it.
"Oh come on, you're not fooling anyone, Sonny." He smirked, crossing his arms and leaning nonchalantly against the snack table. I pressed my lips together and scowled.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you're just trying to hide the fact that you're so in love with me."
I scoffed. He really shouldn't be saying such jerkish things while I had an apple in my hand. I could throw it at him any second, and he wouldn't be prepared.
"For me to be 'in love' with someone, I have to know them for a long, long time. And never, in a million years, would I love you, of all people."
"Nobody's watching, you don't have to pretend anymore." He said, clearly arrogant and egotistical. He took a step towards me, and in return I took a step back, clutching the apple in my right hand tighter behind my back. If he tried to make a move, I would nail him right in the groin.
"I don't like you...and I'm not pretending."
He just laughed and took another step towards me. I continued backing up as he took more steps.
"You're cute and funny." He smiled.
"You're creepy and a stalker." I frowned.
"I swear, nobody's looking. Just kiss me now." He said urgently, leaning and closing his eyes. He had me cornered, but that didn't mean I still couldn't get away. I ducked down and slid to the floor, crawling around him quickly, then stood up again and jogged away.
"Bitch!" I heard him yell as I flung open my dressing room door.
I closed it quickly behind me and locked it, so he couldn't follow me and trap me in. That would not be good.
Just as I had finally caught my breath and stopped panting, someone knocked on the door loudly and made me jump.
"Who is it?" I asked cautiously. I held my breath as I waited for a reply.
"It's Chad." I let out a long, relieved sigh and got up from the vanity chair to open the door for him. I opened it quickly, yanked him in the room, then slammed it shut and locked it again. He looked at me with wide eyes and a scared expression.
"Sorry." I said shyly, letting out a small laugh, "Just being safe."
He plopped down in a chair and propped his feet up on the coffee table. "It's a closed studio. I don't think any murderers can get in here."
"I'm not hiding from a murderer, although he's almost as creepy."
He arched an eyebrow and shook his head, laughing. "You're the weirdest girl i've ever met."
"Chad," I began, sitting down in the chair across from him. "It was Trevor. He-"
He sat up quickly in his chair, holding up his hand. "Say no more. What did he do?"
"Nothing, thankfully. I didn't really give him the chance. But, he did try to kiss me. I ran away before he could, though."
Chad shook his head angrily. "I warned you, Sonny." He stood up from the chair and walked towards the door. I stood up too and jogged over to him before he could walk out of the room.
"Where's the asshole now?"
I grabbed onto his shoulder to stop him from leaving. "Please don't do anything. It's okay."
"No, it's not." He growled. "Where is he?"
"I-I don't know." I stuttered, letting go of his shoulder as he opened the door. "Just please don't start anything. Please."
"No promises." He replied, walking out the door, with his fists clenched at his sides. I slammed the door behind me and followed him out.
"Chad, wait. It's not even that big. Nothing to worry about."
"I'm tired of his crap, Sonny!"
"That doesn't mean you can just go and beat him up! Just talk to him!"
He stopped walking and grabbed my arm gently. I looked at him suspiciously as he walked me all the way back to my dressing room, opened the door, and pushed me inside. I arched my eyebrows some what angrily and questioningly at him.
"Don't leave this room."
He started closing the door, but I quickly stuck my foot out while I registered his words. The door slammed against my foot, but it didn't hurt too bad. He told me to move my foot, and when I said no, he just walked away.
"Dammit, Chad!" I yelled, running after him. He didn't even look back as I stampeded up behind him.
I jumped in front of him as he was walking, resulting in him crashing into me. We were chest-to-chest, and I was looking up at him angrily.
"This is my problem. So I say stop."
"You don't understand, Sonny."
"Oh but I do." I hissed, still glaring up at him. "You've never liked Trevor. You knew he was a talented actor, and that threatened you. So you've got some grudge against him. And it's the stupidest thing ever. You know, I thought you were smarter than that Chad. More importantly, I thought you were too conceited too hold grudges against your costars. But you still do, and now you just want to beat him up. Violence is never the answer."
I glared at him, he glared at me. He took in every word I said, soaked it all up and thought about it. Just when I thought he was going to say sorry or say he was going to stop or something of that nature, he walked around me and continued towards Trevor's dressing room.
"Why are you ignoring me?" I practically screamed at him, trying to grab onto his arm to pull him back. But he just kept ripping away and walking forward.
"Chad, please!" I yelled, but the urgency was more clear than the anger in my voice. It wasn't just about him ignoring my wishes, it was about him getting hurt. I think that's what I cared about the most right then.
"Don't follow me. I don't want you to get hurt, Sonny." He said, his tone too robotic.
"He only tried to kiss me! It's not worth fighting over!"
"Yes, it is!" He yelled suddenly, stopping to face me for the last time. "I care about you, Sonny," His voice softened, "and he tried pressuring you into doing something you didn't want to do. And it's not the first time he's done it."
"We can tell the director, or someone of high authority. They'll handle it. Don't take it into your own hands."
"No." He answered simply, then turned to walk away again. I grabbed him hard this time.
"Chad, please." I begged, looking him in the eyes. His expression softened, and I loosened my grip. "Please do this for me."
I could see the internal battle he was going through right then. Beat up Trevor, or listen to me?
In the end, good always wins.
"Fine," He sighed, and immediatly I smiled. "But if he ever does something again, whether it's to you or anyone else, then I'll kick his ass."
I let out a short laugh. "Just don't tell me about it."
A/N 1. Not the last chapter. 2. Sorry for the delay, school started last week for me. I've had tons of homework. Yay high school! My sarcasm is noted. 3. Thanks for all the reviews, favs, blah, blah, peanut butter, blah & etc. 4. Review, darlings? It would make my whole life. :) Have a good one.
