A/N: Please R&R :P I try to respond to every single comment 

5. CPR

I sat in class bored. Again. Like I always was. That is until Mackenzie Falls' class teacher told me that every adolescent in the studio would be sent to a mandatory CPR lesson and seminar.

Mr. Condor said this was important since he watched our competitor networks do the same.

I watched unfazed as our teacher ordered for everyone to stay in a single file line. I watched down the hall as I saw a very peppy Sonny Munroe also at the head of the line of Randoms. Soon enough we were all directed into the lunch room. However, for this little… "event" it had been cleared of all of its tables.

I observed as Marshal Pike tried to look important. Holding his microphone he called in two "CPR Specialists".

"Hello boys and girls of Condor Studios!" Yelped Marshal trying to sound cool.

I snickered as an angry Portlyn yelled out "Hey! Why are we doing this anyways?"

I laughed when Marshal flinched in confusion and continued speaking. Probably wondering why the heck he was doing this.

"So, Uh…" I watched as he tugged on his collar and began to sweat. No wonder he didn't act, he hated being in the spotlight. I however, loved it.

I stood up from the crowd of actors and walked onto the Commissary's newfound stage.

I smirked at that pathetic guy that Sonny and her friends call a boss and I snatched the paper in his hands away from him.

Looking over it quickly I began to speak. Not before doing this though.

"CDC in the house!" I yelled as the crew from Mack Falls whooped and hollered, I grinned as I watched Sonny Munroe roll her eyes and whisper something to Blondy. Probably something about how I'm the mayor of Jerkylslovakia. I loved pushing her buttons, it's just way too fun.

I read over Marshals "script" once more.

"Okay guys so basically we all have to learn CPR…"

I flipped the page and read the rest.

"And we have to pair up into two's, one boy one girl" I added, smirking as a few of those idiot Teen Gladiators hollered.

"Wait..wait…" I added.

"Thanks a lot Marshal." I added sarcastically.

I scowled as I read a few pairs off of a pre-selected list I smirked as I realized that Dora wasn't on here. She was too young to take the class and it wasn't a life skill she'd need until god one less "bad one" to have to kiss. Erm…perform CPR to. Oh please, everybody knows that a CPR is an excuse to make out.

"Nico, Portlyn" I watched Portlyn cross her arms and scowl as Nico punched the air in front of him happily.

Can you say freeeeak?

"Grady, uhmm..Janine?" (A/N: I'm pretty sure that's the name of his pig! XD)

I watched the creep smile and squeal "Yes!"

Can you say bigger freeeeeak?

Finally I got to the names that mattered.

"Devon, Sonny." I scowled.

Stupid Devon. Devon was going to kiss Sonny, or the other way around even.

I turned around and threatened Marshal

"Isn't there anyway to change partners?" I asked meanly.

"Well Chad unless you're paired up with a pig, there is no excuse, the head honcho said not to change the pairings."

I frowned and huffed in anger, balling my hands into fists as I had already read my own pairing to myself. I angrily dropped the paper onto the floor and stepped on it.

Marshal reached down and grabbed it and read aloud.

"Chad, Tawni." I looked out onto the crowd and smirked. I wasn't sure if it was because of my pairing or because of hers but Sonny's usually bright, happy face, had a huge scowl plastered onto it.

She so wanted to be my partner.

I grimaced as I walked over to my partner, Blondy, I carefully observed Sonny, furious to see that she was not awkward or hesitant about CPR with Devon.

"This is a test, boys on the ground, belly up, girl's we'd like to see what you think CPR is."

I hesitantly laid down as I watched Sonny from the corner of my eye she didn't seem uncomfortable with the situation at all.

I looked around myself, watching as girls from the studio performed what they thought CPR was. I was more than happy and shocked to see that Blondy over here had no intention of saving me. I didn't even want to know her idea of CPR.

"So are you going to save me or what?" I asked sarcastically.

"Ew no, mark my words, I am Tawni Hart and Tawni Hart does not save people, CPR is such an ugly thing to perform I'd much rather sing the teapot song!"

I ignored the now singing blonde as I watched Sonny. She was the only girl in the room that looked like she knew what she was doing. She gently opened up Devon's airway as she lifted his chin. Smiling as she did. She then leaned into him, listening for breathing. I hate that guy. I really do. I'll have him killed off in a mysterious ballooning accident, that's for sure.

Sonny even seemed a little bit excited for this next step. Suddenly Sonny reached over to his nose and pinched it with one hand, holding his head up with the other when she leaned in and this next part happened as if by slow motion. Everyone knows what comes after the nose pinching.

Again, the following happened almost as if in slow-motion, I ran off of the mucky floor and pulled down the fire alarm, smirking at the thought that my sly plan had worked.

Nobody seemed to notice I was the one that had pulled it, when I suddenly yelled "Fire!!!!!"

A nor sad nor happy Sonny came over to me. Walking at a relaxed pace, the same as I was. Unlike the people screaming around us, she knew the fire wasn't real.

"What was that for?" She asked, smirking MY signature smirk.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." I grinned leaving the room in a mad dash to avoid Sonny for a while.