Little drama here. Didn't want to go all overboard, wasn't in the mood. lol.
Well, here you go.
The day they let her out, she was on her way home. The car ride was quiet, like it was always was. Her mother went in, but she stayed out and sat on the porch. She felt weak. They had treated her wounds and now she had stitches in her mouth. Her mouth hurt like hell. This was serious and she treated it like shit the past few months and now here she was. She wrapped her wool sweater around herself tighter and sighed. A pickup pulled on the side and she expected it to be Jake. But it was Chad, The person she least expected to see. Her heart skipped a beat. This can't be good. Sonny groaned inwardly. She waited till he was on the steps before she stood.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi." She replied, quietly.
"Sonny?" The door opened. "Oh, hi, Chad."
"Ms. Monroe." Chad said, politely.
"Did Sonny invite you over?" Connie said. "Would you like to stay over for dinner, too?"
Chad glanced at the girl before him. She didn't look happy. "No. But thank you. My brother is expecting food before he comes home from work."
"Well, that's too bad." She said. "You know I was-"
"Mom," Sonny snapped, wincing from the pain in her mouth. "Just please get in the house."
"You, young lady, how dare you raise your voice at me." Connie said.
"Ms. Monroe, I'm sorry to interrupt. But could I please speak to your daughter alone and then I'll leave. I won't be a bother anymore." Connie nodded and went inside the house. Chad cleared his throat and sat down beside the girl. Minutes passed before anyone spoke. Chad was the first one to say something. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She looked at him in disbelief. "What the hell am I supposed to say?" She said. "We don't even know each other. Do you really expect me to tell you that I'm sick? That there's something in my blood and that I can't just scrub it off."
"No, but I expected you to be honest with me."
"Honest?" she said. "Chad, didn't you hear the 'don't even know each other' part?"
"What about the other night?" this was so uncharacteristic of him. What happened to 'who-cares Chad Dylan Cooper'? When did Notebook come along? "We..."
"Chad. The other night," She paused for a moment. "Chad, you're something I can't handle."
"Can't handle?" He said. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know." She said, honestly. "I can't deal with guys anymore."
He sighed. "Stop with the foreign girl code, Sonny." He exclaimed. "Can you please explain to me why you always have to push everyone away?"
"I don't push people away." She said. She stood up and went to leave.
"No," he grabbed her hand. "See. I don't know what happened between you and Tawni. I don't know what happened to all your friends that you told me you had before. I don't know what's going on between us. But, Sonny, be honest with me, why won't you let me stick around?" She didn't say anything. "Stop pushing everyone away."
"I don't push people away, Chad." She repeated. "They push me away." Almost as if she read his mind. "I know that sounds a little bit too cheesy. But they do, Chad."
"What if I'm not like that." He said. "What if I don't want to push you away?" He stepped closer to her, only inches away. "What if I can't?"
They stood there silent for moments before anything else was said. Sonny was the first one to speak. "You know your all three sentences at a time speech is really getting on my nerves." She growled. She slipped her wrist out of his grasp and grabbed the door knob.
"Sonny," She heard him say. She turned around. "I'm not going anywhere. I – I don't want to."