AN: You guys have made me violate one of my rules for writing fanfics. I usually NEVER post a chapter unless I wrote the one after it already. Like for example, I didn't post chapter 2 until I already wrote chapter 3. Just so I could make sure it all works together, and that way, you guys won't be waiting for long.

But since PLUS the reviews, I got a few pms demanding for me to put the next chapter up ASAP, I must obey.

So basically, I haven't written chapter 4 yet. but it might be here in 3 days at the MOST.

"Don't call me that." I whispered sternly, as the happy memories came flooding back. For a moment, I felt as if we were dating again and nothing had changed. I felt like that seventeen year old girl I used to be. So happy. So sure of herself. So in love. But then I snapped back into this harsh reality I call my life.

Chad was even more gorgeous now than he was when he was a teenager. His boyish features had seemingly vanished, and were replaced by handsome ones. His blonde hair was a little bit shaggier in a sexy way, reminding me of Shaggy in Scooby Doo. His pink lips seemed more full, and he grew into his nose more, making him look like a model.

Even through his t-shirt, jeans, and jacket, I could tell he was very, very, extremely, toned. He didn't have any facial hair, thankfully. I had always hated beards and mustaches. Even though I had seen him countless times on TV and magazines, he seemed even more perfect in person. No wonder he had been voted People's 'Hottest Man Alive' two years in a row.

The only thing about him that hadn't changed were his piercing blue eyes, that seemed to tear right through me.

"Why not, Sonshine? I always call you that." he said, obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"You mean you always called me that." I clarified, trying not to look Chad in the eyes. Otherwise, I would get lost in them, just as I always had before. Which would cause me more pain when I remembered what he'd done to me.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, trying to make it seem like he was unwanted. But for some odd, sick reason, I needed him to be there; despite all that happened between us.

"Well, I heard about your financial problems," he started, walking into my crummy apartment, even though I didn't say he could.

"Wow. I can see why. You should really fix this place up." he said as he kicked my rotted table. I would've replied, explaining that there's so much I could buy with so little money. But instead, I still stood at my door in shock. Chad Dylan Cooper was back.

"Anyway," he said, turning back to face me, "Tawni explained to me how you need money. So, here I am, helping the needy once again." For some reason, I had forgotten that life went on back in Hollywood without me. Sure, I knew about the new movies and TV shows that my old friends were in, but I had forgotten that they actually communicate with each other. That the actually hang out with each other. Without me. Like I was never there. I forgot there was a time when I could talk to them, too.

"T-Tawni?" I stuttered. I hadn't actually said my ex-best friend's name out loud in at least two years. I tried to block it all out to numb my pain. "Why would she tell you-"

"Because," he interrupted me. "She tells me everything. We used to date, you know. Right after you got kicked out of Hollywood." he laughed, making me cringe. "But now we're just really close friends. You know, what you and I used to be?"

The things he said would've normally made me break down crying, but I had already used all of my tears earlier that day at the hospital.

"So here I am. Wow, I knew you needed charity desperately, but not this badly." he referred to my apartment once again. "I'm surprised rats aren't crawling around in this dump. What do you need the money for, anyway? Extreme Home Makeover?" His insults torwards my apartment felt like they were directed torwards me personally. I agreed with what he said. My apartment was horrible. But his tone he used when he said the word dump, reminded me of the last harsh words he said to me before I was forced to come back to Wisconsin, only slightly deeper. While I started shaking, I realized his words moments earlier.

"Y-You're gonna give me…the money? Chad, you really don't have to, but thank you, I-"

"Whoa, whoa, not so fast." he cut me off again. "I'm not gonna just give you the money. You have to earn it."

"Earn it." I repeated, confused.

"Yeah. I fired my last maid. She was too old and ugly to look at. So I thought you'd like a new job offer. Last I heard, you were working as a waitress." he seemed to think this was funny. "I got you your lingerie, I mean, uniform, and everything."

I shivered at the thought of having to serve the man who hurt me so much. More than anything, I wanted to turn down the offer immediately and just send him home. But I couldn't. I had been praying for a miracle, about to give up hope for my mother. And here it was, in a strange sense. No, I don't consider Chad coming back to me a miracle at all. I'd go as far as to say it was a curse. But the effect it would bring would be a miracle.

I took a deep breath. "I need the money in two weeks." I said to him.

"Twenty-five grand, right?" the mention of cash reminded me of the bet so long ago. I nodded.

"So…you're only doing this because you need someone to clean up after you?" I noticed my voice breaking.

"And other things, Sonny. Other things." he winked at me. It was obvious what he was implying, if the lingerie comment didn't already give me a huge hint. If he was going to help me, he was getting his money's worth. I gulped at the thought of having to give up the one thing I still had, away to the man who threw away everything I used to have. But this wasn't about me. It was for my mother.

I gulped. As much as I wanted to resist, I needed to do this. It would have been nice to have had a chance to think this all over, but knowing Chad, he only gives out one chance and one chance only. One chance for my mom.

"I go by Allison now."

He sat on the arm rest of my ripped up couch, and put his chin in his hands, obviously pretending to think. "Hmm…I think I like Sonny better." he decided. I chose not to push it.

"When do I start?"

"How 'bout right now?"

I couldn't stop staring at Sonny Monroe. Her face still looked basically the same as they did three years ago. Her bright red lips popped off of her unusually pale skin. So pale, that I couldn't help but think of Twilight. Ugh. Stupid little sister. I know way too much about those books and movie than any twenty-one year old guy should.

Her eyes, which were once so full of hope and optimism, were now empty and cold. She was dressed in black sweat pants and a tight black sweater. Back in Hollywood, she hated the color black. She said it was too depressing and boring. I guess she changed her mind. She used to be so full, in a good way. Not too fat, but not too skinny. Now, she was sickly thin. So thin, that I could see the outline of her ribs through her shirt. She was now around three inches taller, which met my height perfectly. Her chest was slightly bigger. I wondered if her boobs grew, or she shrunk; making them look bigger. Either way, it was incredibly sexy.

One thing that bothered me though, was her lack of smile. Everyone knew her for her gigantic trademark grin. Now, a permanent scowl replaced it. It looked as if she was crying, without any tears coming out. Still, I couldn't help but admit: she was beautiful. But instead of her being beautiful in her former bright happy way, her beauty was more dark and mysterious and alluring, now.

When Tawni called me, complaining about how annoying Sonny was, begging for money, I couldn't help but not overlook the opportunity at hand. So, I got my personal assistant to track her down for me, and here we are. I could finally get personal revenge on Sonny Monroe for hurting me so many years ago. Sure, I had gotten her show cancelled and made it so she would never work in Hollywood again, but I never got to personally humiliate her like she did to me at my party three years back.

After I came out of my kitchen, I saw Sonny kissing none other than Hayden. The same Hayden that took Sonny's first kiss the year before, who I was incredibly jealous of. All of my friends were there to witness it. "Wow, Chad, you really can't keep a girlfriend." Skyler laughed while I stood there shocked. I marched over to my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend and demanded an explanation. All she did was laugh in my face while sharing an eye roll with Hayden.

"That's what you get for being a heart-breaker." she said, taunting me.

"Get out!" I screamed at her as loudly as I possibly could over the music. Turns out, I didn't need to. As soon as I opened my mouth, the music stopped.

Sonny just giggled and kissed Hayden's cheek. "Whatever." she said, as if breaking my heart was completely nothing to be concerned about. She then started to head torwards the door of my house with Hayden, hand in hand.

I turned around to face the giant TV I had hanging on the wall, showing scenes from the party throughout the night. Now, it chose to show the whole exchange with Sonny, Hayden, and me. I could hear muffled giggles erupting from the room. I made sure to shove Hayden before I stormed away, only to lose my balance and slip on a banana peel, of all things. I had never seen a person actually slip on one before. I thought it only happened on cartoons. And now, I did. What the hell was a banana doing there anyway? This was a Hollywood party with people 16+, that included drugs, drinking, and sex. What idiot decided to bring fruit?!

The muffled giggles turned into loud, obnoxious laughter. My own friends laughing at me. Nobody came over to me to give me a hand standing up. They all just stood there with their wine and mocked me.

For the next week, my fall was documented in every magazine and gossip website in America. Still my 'friends' make fun of me for it.

A lot of people think that I'm very self-absorbed and over-confident, but my feelings can be hurt at the littlest thing. I know Sonny wouldn't have gotten nearly as upset as I was with the issue of being laughed at. My friends had been laughing at her for months; most of the time in her face. But she never cared. Because she had confidence. And as much as I tried to regain my composure and act like it didn't bother me, I couldn't. For once in my life, I was hurt. My friends had hurt me. Sonny had hurt me. And I hadn't forgiven her since.

We were in the car now. I kept trying to peek at her out of the corner of my right eye, while watching the road at the same time. I had butterflies in my stomach due to my excitement and nervousness at Sonny being in my hands for a whole two weeks.

Finally, after all these years, I was going to get my revenge.

Yet, I couldn't help but feel a little bit too excited at the thought of Sonny and I being alone together in my mansion for two weeks.

I'm just doing this to crush her like she did me. That was all. No other intentions. Right?