Summary: A ChAnNyObSeSsEd and alexatheknight collab. Sonny moves to Cali, but she soon learns she HAS to adjust. She signs up to help tutor, but when she gets paired with a potentially dangerous biker, her life turns chaotic and dangerous.

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Chapter 11: Tutoring Session 1

Sonny took a deep breath, staring at her reflection in the elaborate mirror in the front foyer of her home. It was Wednesday. Wednesday. It was odd how the meaning of that word had changed so much within a simple conversation that took place a week before. She stared at her wavy hair, her black cocktail dress, her makeup, and the uneasiness in her own brown eyes. Thinking about it, she really wasn't sure whether or not she was happy about her mother's cocktail party being on the same night as her first… meeting with Chad.

On the bright side: there were witnesses. Everywhere. A house-full of women wearing sharp stiletto heels that could easily be used for self-defense if necessary. But he wouldn't try anything with all of these people around, would he? The party hadn't even started yet and she was starting to doubt herself and the ones that were going to be around her. Bringing her to…

The dark side: Would her mother be too busy? Would everyone be too preoccupied to even function as a witness? They'd all be caught up their own business, not constantly watching their new coworker's daughter and her tall and dark tutoree that were hovering around. They could care less, Sonny was sure. They wouldn't pay her an inkling bit of attention.

Even the bright side ended up being clouded.

Yay.

She looked over the way the satin dress shaped her body, hugging her curves but not showing any inappropriate amount of skin anywhere. The inch-long straps flowed over both of her shoulders, the neck showing only the smallest part of her chest possible. Sonny picked out the dress herself. She didn't want to look like a nun, but she certainly wasn't going all out. A subtle rhinestone necklace, shaped like the bottom half of a star, cascaded around her collarbone. Her eyes were smoky, with a light color on her lips. Sonny wore heels, but nothing of deadly height.

To be honest, even though this dress didn't show anything it shouldn't, she still didn't feel comfortable wearing it in front of him. In fact, anything with sleeves shorter than quarter length and bottoms above the knee she didn't feel comfortable wearing in front of Chad. Thinking of the perverted smile pulling up on the side of his lips was enough to make her want to go upstairs and cover herself in fifty huge, unflattering bathrobes.

But life wasn't that easy, was it?

Almost making her jump, Ms. Munroe came up behind Sonny and gave her a hug, looking at her in the mirror. She smiled nervously.

"You look beautiful, sweetie," she smiled, patting her daughter's shoulder. "Are you ready to meet all of my friends?"

"Uh huh," Sonny grinned half-heartedly.

"Isn't your little rebel tutoree coming over, too?" she asked, frowning slightly. Sonny tried to prevent her face from contorting to terror.

"Uh huh."

"Well then, I guess we'll both be meeting new people tonight, huh?" Ms. Munroe asked, resting her chin on Sonny's shoulder.

"Uh huh." Her smile was still forced. Suddenly, her mother's eyes widened and she scowled. She gasped loudly, leaving Sonny's side in a flash. "Whoa, Mom, what's wrong?"

Ms. Munroe ran to the kitchen as fast as she could in her shoes, muttering to herself unhappily. Sonny followed suit, feeling panicky as well.

"I forgot some of the horderves!" she squealed, fanning her face as she shot around the kitchen, opening cabinets at an inhuman pace and slamming them closed, throwing things on the counter and whipping out silverware. Sonny felt disoriented just watching.

"Mom… Mom!" she called to her incoherent mother. Ms. Munroe continued to dart around, not seeming to hear anything. "Mom!"

"W-what?" she managed to get out, focused completely on dicing tomatoes.

"Do you have to have those? It'll be okay if you -"

"No, it's not okay, Sonny! All of my coworkers are coming over and what will it look like if I run out of food? Especially in front of Leanne! Oh, God…"

"Wait, what? Who's Leanne?"

"That's - that's not important," she ordered suddenly, tossing open the fridge door and digging through it. "Just -"

"Can I help with anything?"

"I don't -"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, causing all of the noise in the house to quiet. Both Ms. Munroe and Sonny were frozen where they were, not daring to breathe. Both of their hearts pounded, but it was for completely different reasons. Her mother came back to her senses first.

"Who -"

"Sonny, get the door!" she ordered in a frantic whisper, shooing her towards the foyer with her hand. "Oh no, I'm not ready! Oh no, oh no… what will I do? I have to work faster!" Her hands seemed to speed up even more (somehow) and she was a blur as she flashed around the room at impossible speed. Sonny still wasn't within a sane mindset, so Ms. Munroe had to practically scream at her to get any response out of her. "SONNY!"

"What? What?" Sonny jumped, her eyes focusing again.

"The door! Get it!"

"What?"

"Someone is at the door! Get the freakin' door, Sonny!"

"Oh!"

Sonny backed out of the room as fast as she could, stumbling while exiting. Ms. Munroe was watching exasperatedly, making Sonny giggle embarrassedly as she rushed to the front door. She could see a silhouette through the glass, but it was blurred by the cut glass. It was black, and quite large. Too large to be a woman, she was sure. And that's when her heart decided to start painfully pounding, constricting her throat. She had a bad feeling.

"I - I don't think it's a coworker," Sonny called to her mother, her palms sweating. She could have sworn she heard her mother's sigh of relief from across the hall.

"Oh, well, let them in! Don't be rude!"

For the first time in her life, Sonny wanted to be rude. Rude people didn't let others into their houses. Well, she wanted to be incorrigible. Because incorrigible people locked others out of their homes. And that's what she wanted to do. So badly.

Reaching to the shining brass knob, Sonny gulped. Last minute, she released it and rushed back to the mirror, fluffing her hair and pulling up the chest of her dress for good measure. She ran back to the door, taking a deep breath and pasting a smile on her face, slowly pulling open the door.

There Chad stood, in his regular jeans and t-shirt with long-sleeved leather jacket covering. His hands were in his pockets coolly, his eyes unexpecting and quite bored looking. He looked up from the ground where he had been previously staring, exasperated at the hold up. But on the way up, his blue eyes widened with every inch he took in. The first thing to grab his attention were the strap heels. Then he saw the tan, smooth legs. His view was covered by the bottom of a black dress about two inches above her knee, then showed her curves all the way up. Hips, stomach, chest, then a smiling face.

Chad's instant interpretation was that she was trying to torture him. He knew she knew nothing about what he had to do, but the way she was dressed with that smile taunted him. This wasn't going to be easy, was it? When his eyes finally left her body, they landed on her face again. The smile was gone and replaced by a grimace, surrounded by a furious blush. Realizing what he was doing (he usually wouldn't care, but he has to now), he tried to offer an innocent smile, but he was pretty sure it wasn't too convincing.

"Hi," he finally said, one side of his mouth twisting up involuntarily. Sonny's hand gripped the knob tightly, the smooth metal feeling slippery under her sweaty palms. "You, uh… your… um… was I supposed to wear something different?" Chad finally spoke, quietly, trying to sound gentle and non-suggestive. He motioned to his ensemble. Or lack of one, really.

"Oh, no," Sonny shook her head, smiling nervously. "My mom is, um, having people over from her office… so, I have to look nice to meet them." She actually felt proud that she managed to say a sentence without stuttering. Sonny hoped she didn't jinx it.

"Ah," he said simply, his hands still in his pockets. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, looking around everywhere except at her. Chad made sure he looked everywhere but where he wanted to look. He couldn't look… he couldn't look… he could not look

Sonny opened the door wider and stepped back, motioning with a sweeping gesture. "You can, uh, come in if you want."

Suddenly, they both jumped at rapid, angry-sounding barks. Lucky came bounding in from the living room, baring his jaws and growling madly. Low and dangerous rumbles errupted from deep in his chest as he stared at Chad challengingly, daring him to come in. Sonny swooped down and scooped him up, whispering comforts in his ear and struggling to hold his shaking figure. Chad was staring at the dog with obvious dislike, his face as challenging as Lucky's.

"You kept it?" he spat, looking at the creature like it was something he found on the bottom of his heavy shoe.

"Yes!" Sonny said without a second thought, hugging the animal to her chest and kissing his head. Lucky calmed slightly, but only slightly. Chad scowled disdainfully.

"Does that vermin not get in the way?"

Sonny pursed her lips and simply decided not to reply, turning on her heel and walking to the back of the house to let the angry dog outside. She needed to be the bigger person, because if this reflected how the rest of the session was going to go, than she needed to cut the problem in the bud. Sonny returned and sighed, deciding to forget this incident.

"Do you, uh, want to come in now?" she questioned shyly, tucking hair behind her ear.

"Oh. Alright." Chad stepped in, looking around. It was a nice place. Nothing like he was used to having, though. He kept it to himself, however. But as she led him towards the kitchen, he couldn't resist. Her back was turned and she would have no idea.

He looked at her butt.

And it made all of this seem that much more worth it.

He was jolted from his thoughts when they stopped in a doorway and he heard multiple clangs and other loud noises. He watched as a woman with short, dark hair scurried around the kitchen, rushing around so much that he felt tired just watching her.

"Mom?" Sonny asked. The woman continued like no one was there. "Mom? Ma… Mom! Mom!" The woman finally stopped when Sonny's shout rang through the air. Her hair was slightly disheveled when her head snapped up, looking first at Sonny then her eyes slowly drifting to Chad. She gradually stood up straighter, her face expressionless but a curious glint in her eye.

"Oh, so… are you…?"

"Chad," he answered, feeling a little odd under her stare. She walked closer, looking him over. After a moment of thought, she stuck out her hand. Chad took it and shook it once, smiling in a very small way. He didn't trust himself to try a full-fledged one. It would surely look too fake. If he wanted to spend time with Sonny, he had to get permission from the parental.

"I'm Connie," she said, quietly for some reason. She was still watching him, the look in her eyes unreadable. "Sonny's mother. It's nice to meet you."

"Same," he replied. They released hands, Ms. Munroe stepping back and standing to her full height again. She was watching them, but mostly Chad.

"Uh, Mom?" Sonny cut in. "Are you almost done?"

With a clash of plates, Ms. Munroe was back to flashing around the kitchen, out of breath. "Oh, gosh, no I'm not! Ugh, I have to get this done!"

"Do you need me to help?"

"No, no, Sonny, I'll be fine."

"I think you could use some -"

"No, I'm fine, sweetie," she insisted, opening a bag of nearby crackers. Crumbs went everywhere and she groaned. "I've got it, but I just need to get some things done."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, honey. I'm actually just going to need you to… stay out of the way if you don't mind," her mother sighed. She finally stopped what she was doing and turned around, leaning on the counter and running a hand through her hair. Ms. Munroe sighed again. "I'll call you down before the party's over so I can introduce you, but until then I don't want to interrupt you two." Sonny offered an uneasy smile. "Why don't you two just go up to your room, Sonny?"

Chad's heart pounded in pleasure, but Sonny was glowering.

"Uh, can we not - can we not just stay down here?" Sonny begged.

"The house will be packed enough as it is," her mother answered apologetically, biting her lip while sprinkling salt on her horderves. She followed suit with pepper. "I'm just trying to keep it as clear in here as possible. Just go up to your room for now. I'll call you down when I want to introduce you to my friends."

Sonny was frozen in horror. Her mom studied her face and her brows rose.

"Uh…"

"Is that a problem?" she asked.

Sonny wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't like out of nowhere she could express to Ms. Munroe her fears. What was she supposed to say? 'No, Mom, we can't! I'm scared Chad might try something up there when we are alone!' Yeah, right. Not happening.

So, not knowing what her other options were, Sonny decided to bore her reasonless punishment in silence. It wasn't like they were the only ones in the house after all. If necessary, she could just scream downstairs for help or something. But he wouldn't be stupid enough to try something at her own house, would he? If he didn't think it smart to do something at the school, surely territory like this would scare him off, wouldn't it?

She would like to think so.

But that didn't make her heart stop beating at an unhealthy pace. With him, she was pretty sure it would always be that way. Uttering the quietest whimper possible, Sonny turned and led Chad up the stairs, wincing all the while. She should have made him go up first. He was probably getting a lovely view right about now. She could almost feel his eyes burning into her, but whether it was real or her imagination, she wasn't sure.

"So, uh, this is my room," Sonny said uneasily, pushing open her door and ushering him inside. He stopped right beside the door, waiting for her to step inside as well. She bit her lip as she walked in, clasping her hands together on her way to her vanity. She took a seat on the elaborate stool, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a couple of paper books. She was about to open it and find the correct section, but a sound made her freeze.

It was the sound like, click!

The noise of a door shutting.

She whipped around, and there stood Chad, standing there innocently with a smirk on his face. She was out of her stool and squeezing past him in a flash, reopening the door with haste. Sonny turned to him, offering perhaps the most forced smile she had ever tried.

"I'm - I, um - we're not allowed to shut the door," Sonny told him, her hand jittering on the knob.

"Why not?" he asked innocently, raising his eyebrows with a small smile of complete and utter innocence. Sonny's mouth down-turned into a scowl, slightly aggravated. A flaming blush crept across her cheeks.

"You know," she stuttered, motioning between them. "I'm just… not allowed to with… with…"

"A guy in your room," he finished for her, grinning largely. Sonny muttered underneath her breath unintelligibly, flushing madly as she fumbled with the book. Chad smiled, unable to keep it away from his face. He enjoyed making her uncomfortable. It was hysterical seeing her reaction.

"Uh, so, you need help in English, right?" Sonny clarified, flustered, sitting back down on her stool as he took a seat on the edge of her bed, glancing around.

"Yeah," he said uninterestedly, resting his elbows on his knees and glancing up at her.

She continued to flip pages, still blushing madly, taking twice as long as she normally would. His lips turned up smugly.

"Okay, so, um, what do you have problems with the most?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the page. "Literature? Grammar? Usage?"

"Sure," he answered, looking at the floor.

"Which one, Chad?" Sonny asked, her blush fading. Her left brow rose.

"Uh, the fourth one," Chad fidgeted with his jacket sleeve, not paying much attention.

"There was no 'fourth one'," she frowned. "Do you even show up in English class?"

Chad shrugged. "Once or twice."

"Well, there's your problem," Sonny concluded, shutting the book loudly. The sound made him glance up from the hardwood floor. "You need to show up to class." She spoke to him like a small, parentless child. She suddenly seemed less timid and more animated. "Education is a wonderful thing, Chad! It may seem like a pain, but the better you do it and the faster you get it done, the better of a reward you get!"

"Reward?" Chad repeated, making sure he heard correctly.

"Yes, it's a great reward," she nodded, looking dreamily into space. "The feeling of accomplishment you get when your work is handed back and it reads, A+ great job!, it makes you just… just… swell with pride!"

Chad was looking at her as if she had just grown a second head.

"What the hell?" he asked incredulously, both his eyes and hers wide.

"Watch - watch your language," Sonny scolded meekly, biting her lip afterwards. He scoffed. But just when he was about to respond, he thought better of it. He remembered:

"Do I have to act like those nerds over at the private school? Can't I just settle for not making hot jokes every five seconds? And I'll try not to eye her. Isn't that good enough?"

"Fine," Lawson sighed. "But at least try to be as good, as smart, as clean, as decent as those Preppies to her, a'ight?"

Chad sighed, not able to believe he was really saying what he was about to utter. He hardly ever said this word, and to a girl, no less.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," she muttered. "So, uh, I guess I'll just start from the beginning." She looked a little exasperated as she opened to the first page. "Well, according to this, we need to start with the basics of literature. Like, the elements, you know? It's basically reviewing 9th grade stuff, you know? Like symbolist stuff, alliteration, allusions, reference…"

Chad began to tune out, just watching her through his lashes as she read from the book. Her legs were crossed, the paperback book resting on her knee, causing her dress to ride up just slightly, revealing a little more skin. Her wavy hair fell to one side of her face, revealing her nearly bare, smooth-looking shoulder. Looking down at the paper, her thick lashes were in full view, black and luscious with smoky eye shadow. Her lips were full and shining. This tutoring was not going to go well, was it? As far as the actual tutoring went, he was going to get nothing out of this. You know what he needed? A freakin' ugly guy is what he needed. Absolutely no distractions.

But of course he'd just leave then and ditch.

He wasn't here for the tutoring, though. He was here for the virgin hotty. Who was sitting there… totally alone and unarmed in any way whatsoever… that door just a push away from being closed…

Stop it, Chad, stop it! he ordered himself, shaking his head and forcing himself to stare at the ground. That couldn't happen. He couldn't do it. He wasn't going to make her do anything. While doing it it'd be great, but afterwards… that was a different story. Guilt overwhelming him for the rest of his life. Chad couldn't deal with that. He wasn't superman.

"Chad? Chad? Are you even listening to me?"

But what if he told her about what his friends were making him do? She seemed like an understanding person… but surely she would just run away in fear. If he even looked at her funny she would wince. Coming clean was not an option.

"Chad? Chad?"

He felt a snapping in front of his face. He suddenly snapped back into reality with eyes wide.

"Yeah? Yeah, what?"

Sonny's brows were raised, looking a little worried. "Are you okay? You look a little… out of it."

"Uh, I'm just… thinking…" he replied, staring at his hands. He didn't trust himself to look at her. Resistance was something that was harder than it sounded, and it sounded hard, so it was nearly impossible.

Sonny bit her lip before speaking. She seemed to have to debate on whether or not to ask. "Um… penny for your thoughts?"

He looked up, feeling like his self control was better. "Uh…" How could he phrase this? "I… I don't want you to be afraid of me," Chad breathed honestly. Sonny sat up straighter, lips pursing. She was feeling uncomfortable again. "I know that… I don't have the best rep out there. And I haven't exactly been… good to you." He instantly thought of when they were - well, he - was interrupted in the hallway. "I just want you… to, uh, know that."

Sonny was frozen awkwardly, slowly re-shutting the tutoring book, her mouth forming words. She smiled a small grin. "I'm - I'm not scared of you, Chad." Lie.

"Yes, you are," he shook his head. "I know you are. You and half of the school. And I honestly wasn't expecting any different."

Sonny didn't respond, biting her lip in an almost apologetic way.

"It's just…" Sonny stuttered, twisting her hands together, "I'm new. I barely know anyone. I don't know who's word I can take and who's I shouldn't. And I heard that… yours I can't. But I don't know if the person who told me not to trust you is trustworthy. But - but I think they are. And just… watching you, it kind of… speaks for itself."

That's completely true, he thought. "That's not completely true."

Sonny frowned, more to herself, though. "I don't know…"

Chad tried to force a smile again. "If we are going to make this," he motioned in between them "work, then we need to have some form of trust."

Sonny was looking terribly uncomfortable, gripping the book's edge. She licked her lips (he hated himself for watching so intently) and sighed. "I don't know if I can," she whispered honestly.

Chad shrugged. "I can't blame you, I guess."

"I -"

"Sonny!" the cry broke through their conversation, her mother running through the doorway of her room. "Come on, sweetie! My friend Rosie is downstairs. I want you to meet her!" She glanced back and forth between the two of them, not smiling but not frowning. "Did, I, um, interrupt anything?"

"No," Sonny shook her head quickly, standing up and straightening out her dress. She followed her mother out of the door. Ms. Munroe stuck her head back in apologetically.

"Just stay in here for now," she grinned. "It'll only be a minute."

Chad nodded and glanced around her room. This was going to be a long day.


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