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*The following chapter contains course language. Viewer discretion is advised.*

"Sonny, wait!" he shouted. He was frantic as he chased her down the hallway, out the doors and around the corner. He chased her further and further until she couldn't run any more, and there he stopped, exhausted.

"Sonny," he breathed. He inched his way closer, taking her hands in his. She started to cry.

"Shh, Sonny, it's okay," he whispered. He hated to see her upset, and he pulled her into a tight embrace, her quiet sobs sinking into his clothing. He didn't mind.

Suddenly, she was yanked away. There, with Sonny's hand in his, was Pearce Connery. He was grinning.

"Good-bye, Chad," she whispered. The two walked away, hand in hand. Pearce turned his head and winked.

"Sonny! No, stop! Please….stop," he cried. Then everything faded to blackness.

Chad woke up in a cold sweat. He sat up in his bed and shook with anxiety. As soon as he realized where he was, he relaxed and lied back down, breathing deeply and slowly to regain his composure.

His dream was a sad reflection of his reality. It represented everything that had taken place in the days that had passed; he got Sonny. In his arms, he held her close, and she had promised to wait for him, to wait for this whole ordeal to blow over, and now, this guy, this Pearce Connery, had stolen her. He had taken everything Chad had left. He had taken Sonny, and Chad hated him.

With these thoughts in mind, any intentions of sleep vanished.

x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x

The next day, Pearce Connery sat in front of his mirror, preparing for that day's filming of So Random!. He was deeply looking forward to seeing Sonny Munroe again, since last night didn't go as he had hoped.

After their little collision with that diva Chad Dylan Cooper, he took Sonny out for pizza, like he had said, but he knew something was going on with her and Chad, especially since after he'd left, Sonny lost her enthusiasm about everything. Sometimes, she would force a smile, or fake a laugh, but most of the time she kept silent. He did most of the talking, and he despised Chad for having such a terrible effect on her.

He had asked what had happened, what Chad had said to her to make her this way, but she just shook her head in response. She didn't want to talk about it, but whatever it was, Pearce was not happy about it. The sparkle in Sonny's eyes when he had first met her had disappeared along with her happiness that night.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," he shouted, expecting it to be Sonny. She had promised to come pick him up and they would walk to the set together, since he still didn't quite know the way, and would most likely get lost in the hallways.

The door creaked open, and Pearce turned around with a smile. But instead of seeing the pretty little brunette, he saw the dramatic snoot himself: Chad Dylan Cooper.

"What the--"

"Pearce, is it?" Chad asked, smirking. "We didn't quite get properly introduced."

"Oh," Pearce was momentarily swayed by Chad's politeness, but held out his hand for a second time in greeting. "Yes, Pearce Connery."

But Chad didn't shake his outstretched hand. Instead, Chad Dylan Cooper greeted Pearce's perfectly chiselled jaw bone with his tightly clenched fist.

"Shit!" Pearce cried out. "What was that for?!" He rubbed his jaw in pure agony.

"Oh, you don't know? Should I give you another one, then?" he asked, raising his fist again for another hit.

"No! Are you crazy!?" shouted Pearce. He flinched away from Chad's fist, and Chad grinned, feeling an overwhelming sense of power. Pearce was his bitch now.

"Only for Sonny, you asshole," Chad said. He right hooked him and Pearce cried out in pain as he sunk to the floor.

"Chad?" A confused voice called from behind them. Chad whipped around and dropped his fist instantly.

"Sonny…what are you doing here?" Chad asked.

Pearce whimpered quietly as he touched the spots where Chad had hit. Chad almost smiled.

"I was coming to pick Pearce up for filming," she said. Then she saw Pearce, crouched behind Chad. "What the hell is going on!?"

She ran to Pearce and helped him up, afraid of what Chad's answer might be.

"He hit his face off of the desk," Chad answered. "The idiot."

Pearce's eyes widened at Chad's outright lie. "He's lying, Sonny! He hit me! Twice!"

"Oh, buck up, you pansy. It was more a gentle slap, if anything," Chad said, rolling his eyes as Sonny ran her thumb over the bruises on Pearce's face. His stomach ached and he felt a pang of jealousy when Sonny smiled at Pearce; a smile so wonderful, it had to be made in heaven. But she wasn't just smiling with her lips, she was smiling with her eyes, and it hurt him to see the sparkle that was always directed at him be intended for some other guy. He hated it. He hated him.

"Get out, Chad," she said sternly. Her eyes reflected the surprise and hurt of the situation, and it pained him to see those eyes, those emotions, directed at him.

Chad regainded his composure, straightened out, and said, "Don't tell me what to do—"

"GET OUT!" she shouted, tears welling up in her eyes. Chad backed away slowly, stunned at her reaction. Sonny never got this way. What had he done?

Taking one last glance into Sonny's aching eyes, he left the room.

He hated himself more than Pearce, now. And that was saying something.

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They couldn't film for a few more days, until the bruises on Pearce's face faded. He held an ice pack to his jaw and groaned as the ice melted on his tender bruise.

"I'm so sorry this happened," Sonny said quietly, sitting next to him. "I didn't think he'd do such a thing."

Despite everything that had happened with her and Pearce, she was beginning to feel a little something for him. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Chad hit Pearce, twice, and Pearce said he didn't know why. Sonny was too angry to talk to Chad, even though he had tried to talk to her.

"Sonny, please, I can explain—"

"Drop it, Chad. You had no right…"

It all ended the same. Sad, blue eyes, glazing over as Sonny spoke the concluding words. She didn't want to talk to him, because she knew that if she did, she would do something she would regret.

"I don't know why he did it," Pearce replied, wincing at the pain that shot through him as he spoke.

Sonny shrugged. "Chad can't handle drama unless it's scripted," she said quietly.

"He seems like that type," Pearce laughed, ignoring the ache. "Hey, listen, now since you and Chad are pretty much over---"

"I never said that," Sonny interrupted.

Pearce rolled his eyes subtly. Sonny didn't see. Why couldn't she just forget about that jerk and give him a chance? Pearce was better-looking, and didn't have an attitude problem, so why wouldn't Sonny give him the time of day?

"Yes, I know," he said. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant, now since you and Chad are on hiatus, maybe you'd like to try again?"

Sonny thought about this. If Chad saw her with Pearce again, it could make things worse. But she knew Chad couldn't, and would never, control her life. She could make her own decisions, and if Chad didn't accept that, that was his problem.

With this new attitude in place, Sonny agreed.

x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x

"Are you crazy!?" Tawni screeched. After word got around that Chad Dylan Cooper had punched Pearce Connery, Tawni immediately ran to the Mackenzie Falls studio. She couldn't let Chad get away with it.

"That's the second time I've heard that today," he replied coolly, playing with the straw on his smoothie cup.

"Yes, because you are. No one punches Pearce Connery. He's a god!" She whipped her hands in the air for dramatic emphasis, and Chad crossed his arms.

"No one steals Chad Dylan Cooper's girl and gets away with it!" he countered. Tawni was really beginning to piss him off. She always got in the middle of things and meddled in other people's business.

"I don't care about Chad Dylan Cooper at the moment. What I care about is Sonny Munroe's happiness, and she was beaming the other day after you told her you loved her!" Tawni was frustrated now. Chad only cared about himself; he didn't think about how Sonny might react to his punching Pearce. He only thought about what it would do for him.

"Tawni, you don't care about anyone," Chad replied as he sipped his Loganberry smoothie. Tawni was shocked.

"I don't have many friends that I care deeply about, Chad," she said. "But Sonny is the best one I have, and she deserves to be happy."

Chad sighed. "I care about Sonny, Tawni. I care about her more than you can ever imagine, and that's why I did it."

Tawni raised an eyebrow.

"She can't go gallivanting off with some jerk who she just met," he explained. When Tawni nodded to go on, he added: "She even told she'd wait for me, Tawni. And she didn't. So what was I supposed to do?"

"Chad, it wasn't a date. She spent hours yesterday explaining that to me, and now I understand. What is wrong with going out with a friend? And how do you know he's a jerk, anyway?"

"After all the years I have been in Hollywood, I can tell when a person is a jerk. Pearce just happens to be one, and he just happens to be moving in on my Sonny."

"That's what you don't get, Chad! She isn't yours…"

With that, Tawni spun on her heel and strutted off, leaving Chad with his Loganberry smoothie and his thoughts.

Oh my God, that was fun to write. Teehee.

I am thinking this story will have about 3 or 4 more chapters.

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-Emily.