Blindfolds

Tawni and Nico returned to the parking lot, still a bit dazed by their confessions. They decided to themselves that they would tell their friends – and Chad - about their relationship after the game.

They quickly let go of each other's warm hands and watched Chad argue with Sonny. Zora was sitting on top of a Mercedes Benz, looking deep in thought. Grady, on the other hand, was asleep.

Tawni cleared her throat loudly, grabbing everyone's attention. Grady's head shot up from his crossed arms that were on top of a table, and Zora almost fell off the hood of the expensive silver car. Sonny and Chad looked at her simultaneously for a moment, but continued to argue.

"Admit it! You were the one who dumped ketchup all over my new bag!" Sonny accused, pointing a finger at the blonde.

"I wasn't the one who put ketchup on your bag! Gosh, Munroe, why are you accusing me?"

"Because you're Chad Dylan Cooper! You're a jerk!" Okay, that stings a little, Chad thought. But he quickly regained his composure.

"Says the person calling an innocent person a jerk!"

"Shut up!"

"Make me!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!" Zora looked at Sonny's black and peach bag, examining its inside. She delicately ruffled through it. There was, in fact, a big red stain. It smelled like ketchup.

"Good!"

"Are we good?"

"Not until you admit that I wasn't the one who put ketchup on your dumb bag!"

"But you did!"

"I didn't!"

"Then who did?"

"Uh," Zora asked, "Sonny, what did you have for lunch?"

"A burger, why?"

"Because you kinda left the ketchup packet open in your bag…," Zora muttered, showing them the small, empty packet of ketchup she found in the comedienne's bag.

Sonny's eyes widened, her face reddening. Her head quickly turned to the smirking 17-year-old beside her.

"I, uh…," she stuttered. Chad tried to suppress his laugh, but failed greatly. His booming guffaw could be heard throughout the whole parking lot. Sonny shot him a death glare.

He took one look at the angry brunette's face, and his laugh became louder. Tawni started to giggle, but Sonny's pointed glare automatically made her stop.

Chad tried to catch his breath, wanting to say something, but he couldn't. His laugh only got louder. Sonny huffed and started to stomp back to the Prop House, but Chad, still laughing a little, ran to her.

Forcing himself to stop his laughter, Chad caught up with her. She slows down her pace a little, but she was still mad. "Look, Sonny, I know you're mad…"

"Damn right, I am!"

"But it's not really my fault…"

Sonny huffed again, pouting. "Yeah, but you didn't have to laugh so hard!"

Chad rolls his eyes, wrapping an arm around his frenemy. She squirmed, but he ignored it. "Look, how 'bout we just forget your moment of stupidity-" Sonny stomped on his foot at this statement. "–and blaming it on me, and just play that game you forced me to join, okay?"

Chad had his eyebrows raised expectantly. Sonny thought for a moment, and finally said, "Fine."

"Fine," Chad said instinctively. Whenever Sonny says, "Fine," or "Good," it was automatic for him to retaliate with the same word.

"Good."

"Good."

"Are we good?"

Sonny kneed him in the balls and whispered in his ear, "Now we are."

She walked away, leaving Chad writhing in pain on the ground.

She walked to her friends, who have witnessed everything. After receiving a couple of high fives, she called Chad to the spot they were in.

Once he was able to stand, he walked to the Randoms. He shot Sonny a small death glare, hearing her say, "Okay! Who's first?"