Sonny's POV

The last thing I wanted to do was go to work today. Last night, my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on without a care in the world from the culprit. It still feels unreal, like my eyes were deceiving me, but the ache in my heart is proof enough that the event actually took place. I have been weary about Chad's relationship with Blake, obviously for good reason now, but I thought that taking some time apart would make us both want to be together even more. I never would have done it if I had known he would have been driven to another girl.

I feel like I've been cheated on, despite our relationship being over. But I still cannot help but think about how he told me that he missed me only a few hours before I found another girl in his bed. I know Chad so well, and that seems completely out of his character. Chad is an honest, blunt guy. He wouldn't say that he missed me if he didn't. Regardless of the circumstances, I still have to be a professional on set today.

I don't know exactly how it came to be, but I'm currently sitting in the workroom, thinking of lyrics about how amazing love is. What a load of bull. To make matters worse, I'm almost at my breaking point because an overly peppy Blake Blackwell is sitting beside me, talking nonstop. I haven't said more than two words to her this morning, and I'm surprised those two words didn't start with an F and a Y.

"It's just amazing how the difference between a good day and a bad day can come down to a good, long-"

"Blake!" I exclaim, slamming my hands down on the table in exasperation. "I'm trying to write a song right now, okay? So unless you have any credentials with that, can you just leave me alone?"

I usually would feel horrible for being so nasty to someone, but every time I look at her or hear her voice, all I can think about is what happened between them last night. I turn back to my sheet of paper with scratched out lyrics written all over it.

She lets out a sigh and for a second, I think she's going to keep quiet but instead, she continues to speak. I close my eyes and try to hold the frustration in, but I'm close to my breaking point - whatever that is.

"I was going to say that a good long sleep can give you an attitude adjustment," she says snarkily before adding, "You should try it."

"Like it was the sleep," I mutter in a bitter, sarcastic voice.

After a few seconds, I can hear her grinning from ear to ear. "Oh," she says, realizing what I'm talking about as she draws out the word, "you're mad 'cause we had sex, aren't you?"

I raise an eyebrow at her in a challenging manner as I slowly lift my head to face her. "Excuse me?"

"I told him not to tell you. Besides, it just sort of happened," she says in a mockingly nonchalant tone. She lets out a sigh, "And then it just sort of happened again and ag-" I kick her shin under the table. I know it's childish, but I'm mad. Not angry, which is more civilized. I'm mad. "Ouch! Son of a b-"

"It just sort of happened," I say with a satisfied smirk on my face.

She lets out an aggravated sigh before rolling her eyes and saying, "Whatever."

I grimace and wait a few seconds before kicking her again, unable to help myself.

"Ouch!" she exclaims again.

"And then it just sort of happened again," I say with a mocking shrug.

She groans before flipping her hair behind her shoulder and walking off. Just when I think I'm about to get some peace and quiet, the other member who partook in the wild sexcapades of last night walks in with a script in his hand and the producer beside him.

He looks over to Allie, the hair and makeup artist, who is currently eating an apple. He points a finger at her and says, "Hey, Allie, next scene we shoot, give Blake's hair more..." he searches for the word, "volume."

She gives him a firm nod, which he returns. He walks over in my direction and slaps the script down on the table in front of me.

"Hey, Sonny," he says casually.

The nerve of him.

"Look, I was going through the script, and I was wondering if you could look at the reunion scene and see if you can add some more romantic lines to it. You write such great lyrics, and we want the words to be poetic so if you can think of anything, that'd be great," he tells me.

Although the sheer audacity of him to approach me stuns me, what shocks me most is his tone. It's casual, light, upbeat. As if he didn't break my heart last night. The fact that he can act this way around me is scary, and it makes me wonder what all he has hidden from me while we were dating. He could have cheated on me a hundred times, and I would have never known of it.

I clench my jaw and slide the script closer to me. I don't look up to him as I coldly respond, "Yeah, sure."

"Thanks," he says, sounding relieved, either failing to pick up on or ignoring my tone. I flip through the script and try to conceal my anger. I finally make it to the page and start to look through it. The thought of them saying these lines to each other disgusts me.

"So how are you holding up?" the producer, Jim, asks Chad as they both sip on their morning coffee.

"I can hardly keep my eyes open. I was up all night," he says. I stop reading and look up a tiny bit, only enough so that my eyes are no longer focused on the page in front of me. I silently repeat his last words in a mocking fashion.

"Oh, me too," Jim nods understandingly. "Her name was Lea T."

Chad pauses before asking in a tone of disgust, "You only got her last initial?"

What a hypocrite. His apparent disgust for something less worse than he did last night sets me off.

"She was a waitress," Jim explains. Before Chad can reply, I stand up and rip the script up, letting papers fall to the floor.

"Sonny!" Chad exclaims, his eyes wide. "Come on, what ar-"

"No," I shout back, pointing what's left of the script towards him. "you come on!"

He pauses and stares at me for a few seconds, as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about. "I don't even know what that means," he says, his tone sounding confused, which just angers me even more.

"Okay," I say, clenching my jaw, holding a hand up to him as I start to walk past him.

Jim watches me in amazement and starts to utter what I'm sure will be a rebuke.

"You-" he begins,

I point my finger in his face, my face dangerous close to his before saying, "You don't even think about it!"

I rush past them, out the doors, and out of the studio. And I can think about is how much I hate Chad Dylan Cooper and how much I hate myself for still being in love with him.

I find myself outside of Tawni's store after about twenty minutes of mindless driving. I park in the closest spot, and while I'm still angry, I can feel tears coming on. I try to get rid of them, but I don't know how long I can hold up. I walk into her store, happy to find it empty save for her.

She immediately notices my expression, and her face contorts into confusion. "What happened to you?"

"Oh, nothing!" I exclaim sarcastically, my voice a little shaky. "Nothing! I'm fine, just fine, Tawni! Fine except for the fact that the ex love of my life and the current bane of my existence made it very clear to me that they did the wild thing last night!"

Tawni's jaw slowly unhinges, and she just stares at me.

"This is where the best friend sympathy is supposed to start kicking in!" I shout, stamping my foot on the ground like a child.

"I'm sorry," she says, shaking her head and walking towards me. "I'm sorry for making you feel like you guys were going to work it out. I truly thought you would. But it'll be okay. You don't want to be with a guy that wants her."

"But I do," I cry out, pulling her in for a hug. We hug for a while until she pulls away and looks at me.

"Look, I know this hard, but losing someone who doesn't appreciate or respect you is actually a good thing."

Her words ring very true, and I nod, trying to collect myself. If Chad doesn't care about me, then I won't care about him. Simple as that.

I arrive back on set around 11 o'clock. I have finally collected myself, and I will be as professional as I possibly can be. I'm here for work, not for Chad and certainly not for Blake.

"Alright, let's go, people!" I hear Chad say, clapping his hands together. "Rehearsal's up. Let's shoot this thing!"

He walks past Blake and over to the director's chair. I come in from behind, making my way across the sound stage to the other side as I walk through the living room set.

I see Blake talking on her phone, standing with her hand on her hip as she laughs.

"It was crazy hot," she tells the listener. I slow down behind her and listen, stopping right beside her. "When he finally caught his breath to speak, he actually called it a religious experience." She giggles as she listens to her friend on the other line. "I know."

I slowly turn to look at her in amazement. She even makes eye contact with me yet she still continues to talk. She's mocking me, and I can feel myself reaching the breaking point. I attempt to walk past her, slowly. "Yeah, the last girl he was with practically qualified for a senior discount."

I clench my jaw, and I all I can seem to hear is her laughter, her evil laughter that mocks me with each new sound that emerges from her mouth.

"Chad," I call out. He looks up from the camera and makes eye contact with me. "Have you called last looks for hair and makeup yet?"

He looks from side to side, obviously confused by my question. "No, why?"

I give him a fake smile. "Just trying to keep it professional."

And so I do what my gut is telling me to do. Well, maybe it's my broken heart, but whatever it is...I follow its orders. I clench my fist, spin around, and punch Blake Blackwell, right in the face.

For a second, it falls silent, everyone completely stunned by my actions. I would be too if I weren't so angry. It's one thing to actually sleep with my ex-fiance but to brag about it in front of my face...I just couldn't take it. And I shouldn't have to.

I watch as Chad rushes over to her, pulling his headphones down from his ears to around his neck quickly. Everyone starts to gather around, and I stand confidently, satisfied with my dominance over her. Chad repeats her name a few times before she eventually opens her eyes. From her point of view, it must look like the room is spinning.

"Ouch," she says as her eyes attempt to flutter open. There is a huge red mark around her entire right eye. "Wow," she says, looking at Chad, who is kneeling beside her and leaning over her, "ouch."

I give her a mocking smile before I see Chad turn to me and point a finger at me. "Get off of my set."

I shake my head, pointing a finger at Blake in complete disgust. If only he knew the half of it. "Do you have any idea the kinds of things she has been saying about-"

"I don't care, Sonny! Get off my set!" he exclaims.

"Chad!" I exclaim. Chad knows me, and he knows that I would never punch someone. He must know I have a good reason and yet he still refuses to pay any attention to me. All about Blake once again.

"I don't care!" he repeats forcefully.

I stare at him for a few seconds, suddenly feeling very hurt. If it wasn't obvious that he made his choice last night, it is crystal clear now. "Yeah, I guess you've made that pretty obvious," I respond before rushing off set.

I head back to Tawni's place and hurry to put something frozen on my knuckles. That punch might've hurt me more than it did Blake. I settle for a bag of frozen peas. I let out an aggravated sigh when I hear a knock on the door. It's probably James and I really don't feel like seeing him and explaining the whole punching thing. He'll make some snide remark about how unlike me that is, and I'm not in the mood.

Regardless, I walk over to the door and open it to find Blake Lee standing there. I look at him in confusion.

"Blake?" I ask him. "What are you doing here? We didn't have anything scheduled for today, did we?"

As far as I'm concerned, the article is finished. I don't think we made any plans for more interviews.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "I'm actually about to head over to the airport now. I just wanted to thank you for everything." He catches a glance at the bag of peas on my hand. "Whoa, are you okay?"

I groan before attempting to give a lighthearted laugh. "Yeah. Ya know in movies, they never show how much punching hurts the puncher."

His face contorts into an expression of interest but also sympathy for my hurting hand. "And who did the puncher punch?"

"Blake Blackwell," I spit out, rolling my eyes at the sound of her name.

He scrunches up his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because I went by Chad's hotel room last night and I saw Blake naked in his bed, and I could hear him in the shower!" I exclaim, my voice filled with disgust and rage.

His eyes go wide with disbelief. "Oh dear."

"Yeah," I say with a scoff.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "I mean, oh dear, I don't know whose room she was in, but Blake was definitely with me last night...and she was very...naked."

My mouth goes agape at his words, and I feel like my entire world is shifting once again.

"You?" I ask him in shock, raising my eyebrows and pointing a finger at him.

"Yes," he nods guiltily.

"Not Chad?" I emphasize, shaking my head.

"No," he shakes his head as well.

"In Chad's hotel room?"

"Apparently."

"Oh my gosh," I say, putting my hand to my forehead. I start to walk away, back towards my bedroom in complete shock. I can't believe I punched her.

"Hey, whatever you've done," he calls after me, "how bad can it be?!"

I stare at the ceiling as I lay down on the living room floor with my hands clasped together on my stomach. After a complete freakout, I eventually resorted to laying down on the floor. I cannot tell you how long I've been here, but it's oddly relaxing. It's almost made me go numb to that fact that I-

"Why are you laying on the floor?" Tawni asks as she walks in the front door. She must be getting home from work so it's probably around six o'clock or so.

"I'm trying to pick a place to hang myself," I tell her dully.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Tawni says.

I never thought I'd see the day when Tawni Hart told me to not be so dramatic. What a weird day.

"Apparently, it's best to find a load bearing beam, but I don't think we have one," I respond.

She lets out a sigh before bending down, setting her purse on the ground beside her, and laying down beside me, looking up at the ceiling as well. "You want to talk about it?"

"What is there to discuss?" I ask. "I'm the donkey in a big, stupid Shakespearean mix up."

Tawni pauses, trying to understand what I'm saying, but it just isn't clicking. "You're not making any sense."

I let out a sigh. "Blake slept with Blake Lee last night, not Chad," I tell her, the words difficult for me to utter, as the prove how wrong I was. "So I ripped up a script," I say, starting to rattle off the list of why I'm a complete fool, "was a bitch to the one man who makes my world turn, and clocked a meddling hoochie whose only mistake was sleeping with Walter Cronkite."

She pauses for a few seconds before saying, "You do realize you're overlooking the best part of this," she turns to head to me and I slowly do the same, a frown on my lips but a small grin on hers. "Chad didn't sleep with Blake."

I give her a small smile back before returning my eyes back to the ceiling.

"And for that Shakespearean play, the donkey gets turned back into a person once he realizes what an ass he's been," Tawni tells me. Who knew Tawni knows Shakespeare?

Again, what a weird day.

"You think I should go talk to Chad?" I ask her.

"It's far less tacky than suicide," she says, which makes me let out a snort of laughter. I grab her hand and take it in mine, turning to her.

"Thanks, Tawni," I say with a small smile.

I knock on the door to Chad's hotel room, and I'm completely thrown off when I see Blake (girl) open the door instead of Chad. Her eye is now bruised a purple color and swollen.

"Oh my gosh," I say, shocked by how much damage I did to her. I realize that they won't be able to shoot the movie for a while with her looking like this.

"You didn't know your own strength, did ya, Bamm-Bamm?" she asks sarcastically with her arms crossed.

I stare at her for a few seconds in shock before looking at the door to make sure the room number is correct. "I was..." I trail off.

"You were looking for Chad," she says, giving me a small smile of what appears to be sympathy. "Come in."

I walk in, slowly following her and shutting the door behind us.

"Chad switched rooms with me last night because the guys next to me were keeping me up with their...whatever they were doing," she informs me, turning back around to face me.

I bite my lip and shake my head at myself. I let out a bitter laugh. "Which explains why he was so exhausted today."

"Can I ask why you punched me?" she says. "Cause I know we weren't going to braid each other's hair anytime soon, but...I kind of thought we were okay."

"We were," I tell her with a small shake of the head, the guilt starting to overwhelm me. "We are. I-" I let out a sigh. "I came here last night, late. You were sleeping and I guess Blake Lee was in the shower?"

She nods before letting out an understanding sigh. "But you thought it was Chad."

I nod.

I hear her whisper, "I wish." She smiles softly to me. "Seriously, I'm not gonna lie to you, Sonny, but...it's never gonna happen between us. Ya know why? Because whether you guys continue to push each other away or not, he knows what it's like to really be in love." She pauses, attempting to smile but I can see the hurt in her eyes. "I never had a chance."

It's silent for a few seconds before I say, "Blake, I'm really sorry. For everything."

"I'm sorry too," she replies before adding, "For everything."

I give her a soft smile before turning and slowly walking away. As I shut the door, I can hear a soft sob escape her lips.

"I know I'm banned from the set but I need to clear something up," I say as I walk onto the barely lit sound stage towards Chad. He's here alone, save for me, and currently just staring at the darkness with his hands in his pockets, no doubt thinking about how I ruined his movie.

"Well, this better be good," he says. "That black eye is gonna cost us about a hundred grand."

"If it helps, it cost me my dignity," I offer with a hopeful shrug.

"Sonny, what the hell happened today?" he asks me, throwing his hands in the air. He doesn't even sound that angry, just completely confused.

"I thought you slept with Blake," I tell him.

He lets out a sigh and a bitter laugh. "So, basically, you still don't trust me."

I shake my head and walk towards him slowly. "No, basically I got jealous. Because I'm in love with you, Chad, and I always will be. And that's gonna make me do stupid things sometimes because love is crazy, and I've been crazy I know," I say, my voice breaking. "First, I thought you were falling for Blake, and then last night, I went to your hotel and-" I stop myself, my lip quivering. "I thought you fell for her. I'm sorry," I whisper.

He tenderly places his hands on either side of my face and slowly pulls me in for a kiss - the same kiss I've been longing to feel since we broke up, the same kiss that can make my entire universe snap back into focus. I pull away softly before giving me a grin, "You think too much, Sonny Monroe."

I give him a small smile before he pulls me back in for another kiss. He pulls one of his hands away and flips off the light switch, leaving us alone, kissing in the completely dark sound stage.

I've said it many times before and I'll say it again.

What. A. Weird. Day.

Alright, what did you guys think? This could be the last chapter of this story, but if you would like a continuation of their story, I could write another story. Or write a few more chapters for this and then another story. I have more drama in store that I would love to tell so if you guys are still interested, please let me know! Thanks so much in advance!