Okay, people. I still haven't gotten those 20 reviews, but I did get up to 16 and that's close enough. Right? Here's chapter 8! Please please please please please please please review!

SPOV

I got home that night to another one of my parents' arguments. They had been doing that a lot lately.

"I want a divorce!"

Shit. That had been what I was dreading. I knew it had been coming, I just thought that maybe there would be some miracle that kept them together.

I heard the door to their bedroom slam and angry footsteps on the stairs. My mom appeared at the foot of the stairs with a furious expression on her face before she saw me, then she looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry, baby. Do you want to go somewhere else tonight, so you don't have to hear it?"

I was out the door before she could hug me goodbye.

Tawni was gone. Nico and Grady were Nico and Grady. They wouldn't understand. Zora was out of the question. I was out of options.

Except for one.

I drove as fast as I could to Chad's place. I only knew where he lived because Santiago Geraldo did a piece on his house after he bought it. I didn't like him. I didn't!

I ran up the short walkway and jiggled his doorknob. Locked. Damn. I looked at me cell for the time and saw that it was past midnight. There was no way that I was going to head home after all that had happened that night. I didn't think Chad had any maids or butlers, so there was only one thing left to do.

I reached up into my hastily pony tailed hair and withdrew an extra-large bobby pin. Ignoring the cluster of bangs that fell into my eyes, I crouched down so that I was at eye level with his lock and jammed the pin into it.

I spent five minutes or so working the pin in the lock before it finally clicked and gave. Smiling, I silently thanked God that I had not forgotten my epic ninja lock-picking skills that my brothers had been forced to teach me back in the seventh grade. This was one of the few times when my forgetfulness came in handy.

Chad's house was massive. It was huge and slightly impersonal. I was vaguely reminded of Twilight as I took in Chad's pale furniture and white walls.

There was a light coming from the top of the stairs. "Chad?" I called, hoping he was awake.

I ran up the stairs two at a time, reaching his room in about four seconds. His bedroom was light blue, a shade that closely rivaled his eyes. I took in his slightly more personal bedroom before my eyes landed on his sleeping body.

"Sonny." He said, then a small smile crossed his face. He was dreaming about me? "Sonny, don't go." I sat on the edge of his massive bed and watched him dream about me.

Because of course I had never dreamed about him.

Of course.

And denial wasn't just a river in Egypt.

I know, I know. Short chapter. I will update more once you guys start reviewing more! I promise. And now that school is almost out, I can guarantee more updates.