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Chad's POV

"I'm crazy," I muttered to myself. "So freakin' crazy. She'll never forgive me for that."

I stomped on the gas pedal with as much force as I could, keeping my eyes on the empty road ahead of me. It made sense that it was empty. What was it, like two in the morning? Maybe one? I didn't even know anymore. Didn't bother to look at my watch. I didn't really care at the moment. Why would I? I could only think about that one moment.

The kiss. I had kissed a lot of girls before. In fact, I probably had lost count once I hit triple digits. Wow, I was a player. In my defense, I have a reputation to keep up. And none of those girls even mattered anymore. I had just kissed Sonny Munroe. And Sonny Munroe wasn't 'one of those other girls'.

It all happened so quickly: Was it too rushed? Or was it too unexpected? Too jerky? Too short? Too rough? I replayed the moment in my head a million times, still not being able to come to a conclusion. I couldn't think straight.

I turned on the radio to tune my thoughts out of my head. I jabbed some random buttons and searched through the stations. You won't believe what kind of crap they put out at two in the morning. Or one. Or three. Midnight? Again, I wasn't sure anymore. All I knew was that Sonny was going to hate me forever and that I probably had no right to be on the road this late. Could be illegal even. Probably was illegal. And my speed was just a bonus to it.

Which brought me to my next thing: I don't get why Sonny was so freaked out about the speed. It was normal. Maybe a few miles above the speed limit, but harmless. You'd expect Miss Sunshine to be used to it by now. This was HOLLYWOOD. No one drives at the speed limit. She'd better be lucky that it was me driving and not Efron.

You only make that mistake once. Another reason why I hate the guy.

After a few moments, I got to a decent station that played decent music. Finally. The song was probably a new release. Maybe a Britney song. Of course, I wouldn't know. I couldn't think straight at the moment.

"Next 'Smile' by Avril Lavigne off her newest album -" I heard the radio DJ start, then I immediately blocked his words. Ugh. I hate radio DJs. All they do is talk, and then talk some more. Time where I could be listening to music. At least this DJ didn't take too long introducing the next song. I must've been listening to 'AM', which according to me stands for 'Absolute Moron' to describe the Radio hosts they had. I'm not even going to start explaining 'FM'.

Wow. I was so crazy, I was rambling. And Chad Dylan Cooper does not ramble.

But I may talk a lot in incomprehensible ways from time to time.

Back to the subject…

So, overall, how'd it go last night? Well, Little Miss Sunshine probably hates me more so now. And that's pure hate. Well, the least I could do was apologize a billion times which I did. Damn it. If I keep it up, I'll be the next Edward Cullen before you know it. And then where would we be?

I pushed away the thought and just decided to take my mind off of it by listening to the radio.

"You said hey… what's your name? It took one look and now I'm not the same… yeah you said hey… and since that day, you stole my heart and you're the one to blame!" I heard the words from the radio. It was a pretty catchy song overall.

"And that's whhhhhyyyyy I smile! It's been a while! Since every day and everything has felt this riiiiiiiiigggghhhht and now -" I blocked the words from my mind. It now reminded me too much of Sonny.

Sonny. Funny, funny little Sonny. Oh, how I hate you.

Hate…? Well… that's a strong word. Maybe not HATE, per say…

I finally got to my apartment (I figured I'd spend the night at my apartment just because it was closer to Condor Studios), quickly showered, and collapsed on my bed, still replaying the kiss in my head, hating myself more and more every time.

Which brings me to the question, why did I do it? Did I like Sonny? No. I couldn't. Didn't. THAT wasn't even an option. How could I ever love a RANDOM?

Well if I didn't, then why did I kiss her?

And even if I did like her, I still wouldn't dare ask her out or anything. That's way too close. Not just because we're on rival shows and her show would make sure they had my head on a stick by sundown (that's an exaggeration, but they would probably steal another one of my Tween Choice Awards and use it as a toilet paper holder, which is almost just as bad). But also because… Sonny was too… GOOD for me. I'm America's Bad Boy. Not only do I have to keep up that image, but for Sonny to go BAD… that wouldn't be like her. And I can't do that. That's like hating sunshine. And that'd defeat the purpose in me liking her.

BUT… I didn't like her in the first place. So this little rant in my head was useless.

Right?

There were a few words that stuck in my head. When she said that kissing me wasn't the last thing that she wanted to do in the world… of course, I'm getting ahead of myself. I mean, making out with Ke$ha wasn't the last thing that I wanted to do, but that didn't mean that I wanted to do it in the first place. And she even said that having kids with me was the last thing she wanted to do. But then why did we get into such detail about our 6 kids? And surely then I -

I stopped that train of thought before it got any further. I did have a dirty mind…

I'm such a jerk. I know that. And not the good kind of jerk that I have to act like to keep up my bad boy image, a true potential jerk. Little Miss Sunshine was right. Or maybe it was all an act? To hide my true feelings? True feelings about… Sonny? But that brought me to the next question. What did I REALLY think about Sonny?

I couldn't answer that. And you know something must be wrong with you when you question yourself and you can't find yourself to answering it.

Regardless, I had to admit: we did have a connection. There was something there. Not hate… per say. Not love. It was an unaddressed "it" feeling. I couldn't label it. I doubt that Sonny would be able to label it… correctly. Not hate… that's understandable. Not love… then why did I kiss her?

Another question I couldn't answer.

She couldn't be with me in the first place. It'd be too dangerous… my bad boy image ruining her… innocence. That… just… couldn't… happen. It would hurt her. I can't let that happen. That's like taking our sunshine away. That's just… just… ugh.

Damn it. Going to be the next Edward was an understatement. And CDC doesn't do sparkly, shirtless vampires.

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Sorry that this chapter is kind of boring, but it's going to be kind of a transition into the next chapter, because I didn't want the next morning to be in Chad's POV… I thought it'd be more fun in Sonny's. So consider this the sexy transition.

*Sexy Transition*

I should also apologize about the Twilight reference. I love Twilight!... but I promise you I'm not some crazy fan. I've read the series more than once… that's the closest to being a complete 'Twilighter' as I'm going to get. Haha and if you love Twilight, sweet! We have a connection!

And another sorry, for making this huge long note just about sorrys. Wow. I'm turning into Chad! :O Except I'm not on a drama show, rich, god-like, or a dude… so… :P

Anyways, thanks so much for reading! Tell me what you think by reviewing below, and thanks again!(: