Tell Me How You Love Me Now Chapter 2: This Is What Heartbreak Feels Like, a sonny with a chance fanfic

A/N: Personally, I don't even know why I wrote this chapter. Lol. This is kind of just to show you how Sonny has changed after being heartbroken. And she tries to figure out how to make things go back to normal. Plus I wanted to update my story. I'm so sorry if I disappoint! Review please! xx Sally

I went through the rest of the week in a daze. Every time Tawni made a snide remark at my clothing or makeup, I simply fake-laughed. I didn't even bother to make it sound real. Whenever I saw Chad, I felt like there were cotton balls in my throat. I swallowed, and there seemed to be a large rock sliding down my esophagus.

I slept in until twelve o'clock on Monday morning. I woke up, checked the time, and realized I had skipped the first two classes of our school period. I gasped. I jumped out of bed, put on my favorite pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt that said, "You're a loser if you're trying to read my shirt", and some black Converse. Classic Sonny.

I bolted down the stairs and through the hall, accidentally knocking over Bert's, the janitor's, supply cart. "Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry, Bert! But I have to get to class!" I felt terrible about not helping him, but I couldn't miss another class.

I ran into the class. Four heads whipped around to stare at me.

"Ah, Sonny," said Ms. Bitterman. "Finally decided to join us, didn't you?"

"I am so sorry, Ms. Bitterman—!" I began, but she quickly cut me off.

"No time for apologies. Your midterms are next week, we need to review. Please sit down or I will give you detention."

"Detention?" I cried. "I didn't even know we had detention here!"

"We will if you don't sit down!" she shrieked. Taken aback, I quickly sat in a desk next to Tawni and Zora.

"Where were you?" Tawni whispered.

"Sleeping," I said, a bit too loudly. Ms. Bitterman gave me a sharp look as she went over the United States Constitution. I lowered my voice. "I don't know how my alarm clock didn't wake me up. I screwed up big time. My mom is going to kill me when she finds out I ditched class."

"Well, I'll say!" said Zora. "My mom wouldn't even let me skip class for a dentist appointment! She paid the guy to work on my teeth during class!"

"They can do that?" Tawni said.

"I guess they do if your mom threatens to punch their perfect teeth." Tawni gave a sickened look and went back to doodling in her notebook.

When the bell finally rang after what seemed like days, Nico and Grady both cast me weird glances. I worked up a fake smile. They fake-smiled back, and Nico whispered something to Tawni.

I dropped my head like a puppy and sat back down in the desk. I guess this was what heartbreak felt like. I'd never really had my heart truly broken by a boy…until now. What did he see in that girl anyways? The way she acted on MacKenzie Falls made her look like a robot. Her teeth were bleached too often, and her perms were beginning to give her a lot of split ends.

No! I thought to myself. I can't turn into a monster. I can't look for the bad in people, like Tawni. I mean, Tawni's nice, but come on. She was so negative. I loved Tawni with all my heart, but there are days when I wish I could talk to someone real and the whole world didn't revolve around makeup, clothes, shows, and fame. I've always wanted to show her how much better life would be if she was positive.

I realized my mind had completely diverted from the subject of Chad, and I smiled. But then I remembered why I had been so depressed, and went right back to square one. I sighed. A tear fell from my eye. This wasn't who I am—crying, being depressed, sighing all the time. Why couldn't I just get over him? It's not like I had a chance with him anyways. With all those prettier girls strutting around the set, I was always going to be a girl in a carrot costume. The funny girl. The girl he would always go to when he wanted to insult someone. We don't even consider each other as friends. How could I break out of this zone? Flirting always ended up in teasing. And the teasing wasn't even flirty—in fact, it kind of hit your self-esteem like a bullet. How could I show him I wasn't satisfied just being that one girl? Are we even meant to be?