SPOV
The boat pulled into the dock and I quickly got off. Now I found myself in my dressing room with tears rolling down my face. "Don't let him do this to you Sonny! He is just Chad Dylan Cooper!" I yelled to myself. More tears poured out of my eyes. Just Chad Dylan Cooper. My own words echoed in my mind. He wasn't just Chad Dylan Cooper, never was and never will be. Dakota skipped into the room with a smirk on her face. It seemed to diminish a little when she saw me.
"Um, let's go get dinner," she said. I looked at her and wiped the tears off my face.
"Can't you just go ask Tawni?"
"She said she was busy."
"Typical Tawni." We started walking towards the cafeteria. Dakota looked up at me. A tear escaped from my eye and I quickly wiped it away.
"Why are you crying?" I looked down and Dakota and her face was emotionless.
"Chad's-Chad's just a jerk. Maybe you can date him now." I smiled slightly. Dakota looked straight ahead. I can't believe I'm venting my problems to a nine year old. "You might be a little less evil than Chad right now." I let a laugh escape from my lips. She laughed nervously and looked at the ground.
"You ok?"
"Fine." She said it a little too quickly and I got suspicious.
"You sure?" She turned towards me with clenched fists.
"I'm fine!" She glared at me then started walking again, faster than me. Something was up with that little girl.
CPOV
I found myself wondering around the So Random set. Sonny had run off the boat after I went to go see Mr. Condor. Turned out Mr. Condor didn't even send me a text. I ran into someone. I expected to see Sonny's chocolate brown eyes stare up at me, but instead they were blue. "Tawni?" I asked. She walked around me. "Wait!" She spun on her heels and glared at me.
"What?" she hissed.
"Do-do you know what's wrong with Sonny?" She snorted and then turned away.
"Wait, what?" She turned around again and shook her head in disgust.
"Only you would be so stupid Cooper." I walked over to her.
"What did I do?" I begged her with my eyes.
"That charm may work on naive little Sonny, but not me." I glared at her.
"Just tell me!"
"Two words." She held up two fingers. "Dating, Ella."
"Dating? Ella? I would never date Ella." She snorted again and then started to walk away. What is going on? I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out. Chad- Rehearsal time! – Portlyn I sighed and lean up against a wall, sliding down to the floor. Wait a minute! I looked threw my inbox. I don't remember reading these. Chad- Can't wait to see you tonight for our date –Ella I clicked another message. Chad- I love the boat- Ella They were from the same number and were certainly not from my cousin Ella. I quickly scrolled up to the more recent test. Chad- Come over by me. I need you to do something- Mr. Condor All three texts were from the same number. I stared at the number, I have seen it before, somewhere. Then it hit me. I got up and ran to the prop room.
I searched the floor of the prop room. It has to be here somewhere. I ran over to the recycle bin. I looked at ever piece of paper. Old homework, old sketch ideas, ripped out pages from someone's diary. I held up the diary pages. "Nah," I said throwing them behind me. Paper was scattered across the room. I looked at the last paper in the recycle bin. Bright pink lipstick was printed on it. I quickly picked up the paper and compared the number on the paper to the one on my phone. A small smile crept across my face.
