To Catch A Cooper
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Disney.
Chapter Two: The Chair
I haven't been able to try to catch Chad again all morning because we've been practicing our new skits. Tawni had been able to convince Marshal to practice the sketch I wasn't in last so I could go to lunch early, which was exactly what I was doing. I ran to the commissary, a bottle of 'Quick Dry on Contact' glue in hand. I applied it to the seat of Chad's chair (because he always sits in the same place) and made a quick trip back to the prop room to stash the evidence. The rest of my cast was waiting.
"Did you set another trap?" Tawni asked, clearly enjoying this holiday far too much.
"Yep!" I told them, tossing the glue bottle on the table.
"Well, come on then. Let's go watch!"
"Yeah, and I'm hungry!" Exclaimed Grady rubbing his stomach. We all laughed at the insatiable teenage boy and walked back to the commissary together. Mackenzie Falls was already in line for lunch and Brenda was handing them things like lobster and steaks. I rolled my eyes, grabbed a try, and got in line…right behind Chad. He didn't notice me at first.
"Boo!" I whispered in his ear. He jumped and turned, throwing his arms up in defense and waving them around his head. I laughed. "Chill Chad! I'm just getting lunch." He squinted his eyes disbelievingly, but let his hands drop back to his tray.
"Fine." He said a few seconds later with his usual smirk. I smiled in spite of the ick that was being plopped on my tray. Some how, arguing with Chas always made me smile, and despite of the volume of our exchanges we were never really angry at each other.
"Fine." I returned as was accustomed. We moved out of the line and we walked me to my table so we could finish into the 'good's'.
"Good."
"Good." We reached my table and I put my tray down.
"So are we good? He asked pulling out my chair for me. I sat down.
"Oh, we're so good." He pushed in my chair and stomped away. I rolled my eyes. Then I heard him behind me.
"Portlyn, would you like to sit at the head of table today?" My eyes widened.
"NO!" I exclaimed turning around in my chair just in time to see Portlyn sit down. She squealed at the feel of the cold glue drying against her thighs where her miniskirt failed to cover and tried to stand up. The chair came up with her, attached to her butt. She screamed out of embarrassment and waddled out of the commissary. I cringed, almost feeling bad for her, but my cast just laughed. Chad poked the seat next to him with a fork before sitting down with a triumphant grin and pulling out his cell phone. A few seconds later, my pocket moo-ed.
One new text. Sender: Chad
I opened it and scanned the message.
Monroe,
What do you know?
I'm better looking AND smarter
Than you Randoms!
Running tally:
Chad Dylan "Too Cool" Cooper: 2
Sonny "Not So Funny" Monroe: 0
CDC
I texted him back before returning to my lunch.
Chad,
You better watch your back, Cooper.
You're going to trip up eventually and
the second you let your guard down,
that's when I'm going to catch you.
SM
Author's Note: Okay, this is harder than I thought it would be. I need ideas for ways Sonny can try to catch Chad! Help! I know how I want this to end, but I need filler chapters…otherwise this will be a very short story. Also, I'd love to hear your ideas and I'll credit you in the next chapter if I use your idea.
Love, Scifigeek
