Chapter Seven

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"So," I coughed, looking intently at a broom. Avoiding Chad's clear blue eyes, I could say.

"So." Chad said shortly.

"So, uh, Tawni lock you in here?" I coughed again, lightly.

"Yeah." Chad said. Wasn't he chatty today.

"So, what's up?" I asked in a perky voice, crossing my arms and poking Chad's foot with mine. If we were locked in closet, we might as well chat.

Chad glanced at me witheringly. "You know what we're supposed to talk about,"

I put on the 'dramatic face' Chad always uses. "Do I, Chad? Do I really?"

Chad narrowed his eyes at me. "The time for talking is over," He quoted.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed, frustrated. This was harder then I'd thought.

Chad smiled at me, kind of superior, like he'd won.

"Actually, we're talking. Now. I'll start," I inhaled a deep breath. Chad looked at me with the same expression he'd used when I told him about me pretending to be Eric. Like he cared.

"I thought when you kissed me, that would change things, like we had had a real moment, ya know? But it didn't." I bit my lip.

Chad's eyebrows were buried under his hair again. Made him look innocent, which was so not true.

"What would it change?" Chad shrugged. "You know I like you. I've already told you that. We're not married, Sonny. I'm allowed to go with someone else to a dance," He explained.

I flushed in annoyance. That felt like a slap to the face, it really stung. We were still sitting on opposite sides of the closet, our legs stretching out in front of us, arms crossed. I resisted the urge to kick him.

"I know, Chad," I said seriously. "If you were going with someone you liked, I would try to be happy for you. But you're not, so I can't," I reasoned.

"You're going out with David tonight!" He yelled.

I cocked my head. How had he heard about that? Shaking my head, I replied: "He asked me, and I said no."

Chad's eyes lit up. "You said NO?" He asked in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "No, I said moo."

A grin danced across Chad's face. "So basically, you're doing what I should be doing."

"I guess I shouldn't have been so mean," I blushed, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I don't usually get that. Usually I'm the mean one. I could get used to this, Monroe." Chad looked pleased. "And how about this…I'll save you a dance," Now, his expression was the one from the park.

"That would be nice," I smiled widely. Looks like we worked things out, except…?

"Wait, so you're still going with Cara?" I stared at him.

Chad looked flustered. "Look, the director thinks it would make good relations between the shows and-"

"Bad relations between us," I finished for him.

"Sonny, I like you, and I'm sorry the world is being hard on you," Chad nodded, like he was half-here, half in McKenzie Falls.

I picked up a sponge and threw it at his head.

"Hey! I just got my hair done!" Chad gasped.

I rolled my eyes. "You can't use that 'schmooze' on me anymore, Chad. I'm immune," I smirked.

Chad regarded me. "Well played, Monroe." He said, just like in the park.

"Yeah, well," I said humbly, smiling.

"Honestly though, Sonny, I'm not going out with Cara, I never will, she's more annoying than the Small One With the Squeaky Voice."

"Zora?" I questioned.

"Sure," Chad flicked his hand impatiently. "The point, is I don't like her, it's a business thing."

"I guess I can deal with that," I grinned wryly. "But you'd better save me a dance."