Hey guys.

So don't shoot me. I've had a lot going on this week (I dyed my hair black thank you Demi for the inspiration!), and I was upset about some school stuff. But I tried to post this a sap. I promise the next one on Friday or Saturday for real this time.

BUT SERIOUSLY GUYS 37 reviews... That's unbelievable... Mind boggling really...

I mean really.

If you keep it up I'll hit 200 on this chapter... and then at least 300 by the end of the story.. if not more. I love you guys... you too good.

So on with the chapter. I hope you like it.

And for those who think that depressed Sonny is annoying.. she's actually sick in this chapter so give her some slack.

And Abbie is busy and didn't beta this... so sorry if it sucks... I think it sucks.

Everyone wish Abbie good luck in her German "speaking exam" as she calls it. I'm not going to say what I call them cause Abbie has a sick mind. And stop laughing at what I call them Abbie... I know you too well.

This is for Mona (aka sweetrelief.) you'll see why at the end.

Chapter 9

Sick of playing all of these games, It's not about taking sides. When I looked in the mirror didn't deliver, It hurt enough to think that I could stop, Admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind.

Tatto~ Jordin Sparks

"Sonny, wake up," I groaned as Tawni's voice ripped through my mind, "come on girl this whole depressive Sonny is getting boring." I turned over in my bed as she shook my shoulder, and I fought the urge to open my eyes.

"Sonny," she whined, shaking me harder. I swatted her as I blinked sleepily and rubbed my eyes. I opened them to see her staring down at me, a scornful look on her face.

"Sonny, come on, I know you love him, and all that, but he's just a boy," Tawni was starting to pull on my arm, causing a throb to start up both in my shoulder and my head. Suddenly I felt queasy again.

"Tawni," I moaned, covering my mouth with my hands, as I felt the vomit rise again.

As I felt the wave of nausea subside, I leant heavily back against my pillow, and sighed.

"How could you not notice I'm sick?" I asked, breathing heavily as Tawni gingerly lowered herself onto my bed.

"How could you not notice I'm wearing new nail polish, it's a two way street Sonny," Tawni laughed, smiling slightly. But I could see it again, in her eyes. Something was wrong.

I groaned again, and rolled over onto my side.

"Tawni it's been less than twelve hours since I last saw you," I complained, "what can he have done since then?"

"It's not what's he's done," she looked away from my gaze, her blue eyes darting around the room, as she twiddled her fingers, "it's what he's going to do. He's waiting downstairs, he wants to talk to you."

I moaned again, turning my head to scream into my pillow. I felt too warm, I had a pounding headache, I felt like getting sick, Skylar had given me some mental images I could have lived without, and now Chad wanted to talk to me. About me loving him. While I knew he'd done what he'd done.

"Send him up," I ordered, burying my face in my covers.

I watched as Tawni neared my door, and shrugged.

"Okay, but make sure you're better for tomorrow," she ordered pulling my door open.

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow confused.

She rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated with me, and put her hands on her hips.

"Tomorrow's new years and I expect you to be there, all dressed up and ready to mingle," I groaned again, even louder this time, and hid my face between my hands. Another party. With Chad and Callie together. Could my life get any worse?

Tawni just laughed at my expression and left the room. I listened to her walking away until I couldn't hear her footsteps anymore. I closed my eyes, blocking out the world as I waited for Chad. I wondered what I was going to say to him. How could I pretend like I didn't know.

My eyes shot open as I heard a knock on the door, and Chad poked his head into my room. Oh god, the light from my window was hitting him in all the right places and his blonde hair was falling gracefully into his eyes. This was like someone teasing a parched person with a bottle of water. Rubbing it in their face, that someone else had what they needed.

"Hey Sonny," he said, stepping fully into my room, as I pulled the duvet up higher. Maybe if I didn't have to look at him full on, I could survive this.

"Sup Chad?" I asked from beneath my covers, my words coming out muffled. He sat down on the edge of my bed, and I listened as he let out a deep sigh.

"Nothing Sonny, nothing really," he twiddled his fingers together, avoiding looking at me, as I watched him.

"You feeling any better?" he asked, glancing down at me, and then swiftly away again, tactfully delaying the subject that was coming.

I shrugged.

"I guess."

I didn't know what he was doing. I confess my love for him, and then he comes to my house asking how I'm feeling? Who does that? Oh yeah: Chad. I rolled my eyes at my thoughts. Typical boy behaviour.

"Sonny," he began, biting his lip slightly, an unbearably attractive thing for him to do. I just wanted to kiss him, there and then, make him forget Callie, and the pearls, and my speech. But I didn't, because at the end of the day I'm not really that brave.

"About what happened at Grady's..." Chad trailed off, took another deep breath and started up again a second later, when I didn't say anything, "I'm sorry."

I did a double take in his direction. Sorry? Wouldn't sorry mean running after me that night, or coming to see me sooner, or say, not sleeping with his girlfriend an hour after I'd left in Grady's spare bedroom.

"You're sorry?" I repeated, feigning confusion, "about what?"

Chad turned a little on my bed, so that he was fully facing me, concern written in his features. He looked at me like I was going mad.

"About not answering you, about letting you run away like that," he confirmed, "I was really annoyed with myself. Still am." I glared at him, sitting myself up straighter in bed to look at him full on. He actually had the audacity to come here and apologise for basically breaking my heart, and then pretend he hadn't done what he'd done with Callie.

"So like you didn't get up to much else after I left?" I asked innocently, smiling sweetly at him. I saw the traces of a frown cross his forehead, as raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"What?" so he was going to play this way, pretend it hadn't happened, and try to lie to me. Well tough luck Chad, best friends are meant to lie.

"Skylar saw you," I whispered, looking Chad in the eyes, and finding myself lost in the endless pool of colour.

"What?" he repeated, looking utterly confused. Not guilty. Not ashamed. Confused.

"With Callie, Chad," I elaborated, wincing at the memory of my friends' faces as they told me those magnificently graphic details, "he said that you and Callie were like..."

I searched for the appropriate word. I really didn't want to bring 'it' up with Chad. Like really really didn't.

"Consummating your relationship," I finished, and looked up to see his shocked expression. He looked mad.

"Sonny, I know you were hurt, but making up lies?" Chad rose from my bed and much to my shock, balled his fists angrily and clenched his jaw, something he only does when he's truly fuming.

"Lies?" I spat, just as angry, rising even more in my bed, "he saw you Chad."

Chad widened his eyes at me, and huffed in frustration.

"Saw what Sonny? There was nothing to see!" he cried, and stormed towards the door.

I felt the tears rising in my eyes. He was unbelievably angry, but he was lying. He had to be. Skylar was so sure.

"You know what Munroe," he said, reaching into his pocket, "take these."

He threw something at me, and I caught them, one handed, because I was always the co-ordinated. My eyes filled with tears all over again. There, lying in my hands, lay the pearl necklace, the ear rings still lying in the box on my bedside locker.

"I bought them for my best friend, but she's clearly not herself anymore, so you may as well have them," he shook his head at me, as if he was ashamed, and disappointed. I watched, dumbstruck as he stormed from my room, slamming the door loudly behind him.

But Skylar said he saw them. So Chad must be lying. Skylar was so sure. But so was Chad. And Chad seemed so hurt....

And then it dawned on me. Maybe Skylar had seen Callie in that bedroom... but even Skylar would admit that he had been a little drunk that night. And maybe the guy hadn't been Chad.

I reached for my cell on my locker, and pressed speed dial four.

"Hey Tawni," I whispered into my cell, afraid Chad was still in hearing distance, "I think Callie might be cheating on Chad."

OMC CALLIE!!!!

Questions:

You all must really hate Callie now right?

Before she didn't bother most of you...

What do you think of Chad being mad at Sonny...

Is he lying?

Is Skylar lying?

Has Sonny got the wrong idea?

Did you like this chapter?

Cause I think it sucked.

Thanks again for the reviews guys... They mean the world.

DemiandSelenaFan

IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!

So today I got a PM from Mona (thanks again) to tell me my story A Drive to Remember was plagiarized by xxiroxbabyxx1. I was really upset. It horrible when people copy fics... an idea is one thing but this was direct copy and paste.... If you happen to read my fic posted by the other author please report them, it would be greatly appriciated.

It's stealing, it's so wrong, s/he didn't credit me, and I was really upset.

Thanks again,

DemiandSelenaFan