Chapter 2

I'm adding this right after the first Chapter so you guys have a good deal to read and hopefully enjoy? =]

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"Well, well, well!" Tawni's high pitched voice came snidely from outside the dressing room. I jumped, startled, from my perch on the couch.

"Good afternoon, Tawni," I yawned. She breezed into the room and sat beside me, looking mischievous.

"So, after you left, I talked to Chad." She waggled her eyebrows.

"So?" I scoffed.

"I think he likes you!" She yelped. "But, some of the cast from Rita's Creek came down, and let's just say Rita was checking him out."

I pursed my lips. "What?" I asked, my voice cracking.

Tawni smirked. "I knew you'd be jealous. So," She continued. "Her name is Cara Landrey. Not as pretty as me, but she has huge blue eyes and great red hair."

"I don't care how gorgeous she is; does Chad like her?" I asked, eyes wide.

"Ask him yourself," Tawni leaned back on the couch and grabbed a magazine.

"Fine, I will," I snapped.

I shoved my feet into my slide on shoes and quickly looked in the mirror. My eyes weren't very big, but they were brown, and that was okay. My brown hair was kind of plain.

Chad thinks your cute, I repeated over and over to myself. Chad had told that to James, who told Tawni, who told me.

That little sentence helped my self confidence issues a lot.

I was wearing dark blue jeans, my slide on moccasins, an orange tank top, and a crocheted russet jacket. My outfit was presentable, so I left the gaping Tawni behind and down to Studio 11, where Chad's dressing room was.

Luckily, I'm not banned, so I could walk right through the halls and I rapped my knuckles against Chad's door. He had a private dressing room. Lucky.

"Yeah?" His perfect voice called.

"Can I come in?" I replied, nervously.

"Sonny?" He sounded surprised. I heard some thumps, like he was running towards the door, while fixing himself up.

"Hey," He whipped open the door, leaned against the frame, arms crossed, grinning widely at me.

"Chad," I made a face.

"Sonny," He rolled his eyes. "Did you come here just so we could play our little game?"

"What game?" I asked innocently, pushing past him and sitting on a black leather couch. He had a wicked room- black, red, and white modern furniture, a plasma screen, and a soda fountain.

Chad looked over his shoulder at me, sighed, shut the door, and sat on the other end of the couch, facing me. "The one where we act like we hate each other when other people are around." He answered.

I exhaled. "Guess you don't have to play that game with Cara Landrey," I said softly.

Chad's eyebrows scrunched up. "What are you talking about?" he tossed me a strange look. "I don't like her."

I bent my head down, my brown waves cascading over my head. If I cried, I'd kill myself. DON'T CRY! I shouted in my head.

Chad scooted closer and touched my arm. "Hey, are you upset?" He sounded concerned.

"Are you gonna ask her to the dance?" I said quietly, sniffling.

"No, I'm not." Chad glanced at me. "Sonny, look at me." I wouldn't, and his fingers grazed my chin and he lifted it up, so I was staring at his baby blue eyes.

Before I knew it, Chad had leaned over completely and his lips were brushing hesitantly over mine. That drove me crazy, so I threw my hands around his neck and crushed my lips against his.

I liked him so darn much.

Chad's arms wrapped around my waist, and he hugged me closer. I was like putty in his hands- hopeless in the moment.

The moment, in fact, was over way too soon. We needed to breath, of course.

We stared at each other- his hands still around my waist and mine around his neck.

"Oh, Chad?" A melodious voice shattered the silence, and a soft knocking came from the door. "It's Cara!"

"Can't talk now," Chad shouted. I knew at that moment, I should have felt angsty- but Chad never looked back, his gaze locked on mine, his left hand secure around my waist, and his right hand gently cupping my cheek.

Her laughter sounded like peeling bells, and the stupid twit walked in any way! My head and Chad's whipped towards her in annoyed shock.

She gasped and clutched the doorknob. Holy God, she was just like Tawni had said. Perfect figure, soft red curls, bright blue eyes.

"I said I couldn't talk," Chad growled, softly removing his hands from me, then storming to the door.

"I just wanted to see if you had a date for the dance," Cara made puppy-dog eyes, totally ignoring me, curled up on the couch.

"Well, no, I don't," Chad started, running a hand through his hair.

"Perfect!" Cara giggled. "We'll go together. Bye, Sandy!" She took off down the hall.

"Sonny," I hissed, standing up and looking at Chad.

"What just happened?" Chad blinked, looking utterly confused.

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