AN: Let me start off by saying this.
I suck.
Honestly, when I joined fanfiction, is when I started writing again. The only other time I attempted to write was when I was 9. I was going to be the author of this story involving a runaway princess and spies. But I totally failed at it because I was incapable of writing the sad parts. And that's still my problem. THREE of my closest friends have a cutting problem, due to the chain of events in their life so far. I figured if this all happened to Sonny, she would probably turn to the razor also. But me, being an always happy optomistic person, have major trouble writing her battle with depression. I mean, yeah, my best friends have experienced it, but not me. So please excuse me if the sad scenes are like...crappy.
Oh and please continue voting [only if you haven't already] about Hayden's new personality [found at the end of the last chapter].
And just a comfort, no matter WHAT the majority choice ends up being, Chad will be jealous, and Sonny/Allison will end up having a friend to help her through everything.
Thanks.
Don't forget to review!! The more reviews, the more I'm motivated to write another chapter. The more I'm motivated, the sooner it'll be on here.
"I'm hungry." Chad stated.
"That's too bad." I said unsympathetically.
It's been about four hours since Chad arrived. He would alternate from watching tv, to "taking care of business" in his living room, to watching me clean up. Apparently, I was very good entertainment. Every single time he would come to check up on me, he would leave with a laugh. I hate how he thinks he's better than me after all this time. After all of this mistreatment, all traces of leftover feelings I may have had for him had disappeared. Sure, he was good looking. But he's not worth my pain. Actually, I was even starting to see him as ugly now. The uglier he got, the better about myself I felt. Now, all I wanted was for these two weeks to be over already, so I could go back to my mom. After the episode with Tawni earlier, I was a lot less stressed and angst-y. I wasn't even started letting all of my anger and frustration out, but it was enough for now.
"Well?"
I stopped mopping the already-spotless floor [Chad said that there was in fact dirt; I just wasn't looking hard enough] and stared at him. "Well, what?" I asked, even though I knew he wanted me to prepare his food. I had a short flashback to when he first guest-starred on my show. I believe his words were, "Which one of you girls is gonna make me a sammich?" or something idiotic of the sort.
"It's lunch time." he pointed to the clock. "You're the maid." he approached me. "Make. Me. My. Lunch!" he barked, causing me to wince.
"Fine. Whatever." I carelessly dropped the wet mop onto the floor and went in the kitchen.
"So, what does your fabulousness want today?" I asked sarcastically.
"It's The Great One. Not Your Fabulousness."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." The example of his never-ending conceitedness that he had just presented to me, added to the Tawni fight I had experienced earlier that day, confirmed that I was totally and officially done with him and this whole state. I was ready to move on.
After this, only thirteen more days.
Thirteen.
Thirteen.
Thirteen.
Thirteen.
I focused hard on that number, willing it to shrink. Unfortunately, only the seconds ticked, while the days did not.
"Just cut the attitude already and make me a sammich, a'ight?"
I laughed at his poor language. "A'ight, The Great One." I said mockingly before I started to approach the kitchen.
"So what would Mr. Cooper like on his 'sammich'?"
I could hear him following me on the wood floor. He cleared his throat. "I would like my sandwich with roast beef, ham, and turkey." I nodded and opened the cabinet for a plate. "Ah ah ah, I'm not done yet."
"Okay then…" I prompted him.
"I would like my meat with horse radish covering them, mustard, five slices of Swiss and American cheese, mayonnaise, onion, and one tomato. Both thinly sliced."
My mouth was watering. Note to self: Make two sandwiches.
"Wait, I'm still not done."
"Really, Chad, there's more? Really?" I asked, knowing he would ignore my stolen sarcasm and continue with the rest of his order.
"I also want one-fourth cup of melted butter, lemon juice, salt, lettuce, and sesame seeds. All on toasted bread."
I stared, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't speak [thank God], I realized he was finally done. "Oh, you're finished?"
"Yes, Sonny. I'm finished."
I groaned. "I really wish you'd call me Allison."
"And I really wish I was eating a sandwich right now."
"Fine."
Chad looked satisfied as I took out all of the ingredients from his refrigerator. I sighed in relief when he finally left the room, leaving me to prepare his meal in peace. I had to admit, it was nice to have goals and ambitions litterally right in front of me. So what if my current goal was making a sandwich for a pampered Hollywood celebrity, that just so happened to break my heart?
At least it was something.
Right as I was about to slice a tomato, Chad came rushing in.
"Noooo!" he screamed. I looked at him, bewildered, as he ran torwards me. Possibly in slow motion.
Well, even though it felt like he was running in slow motion, time sped up times-five when he made contact with me. It all happened so fast. Chad tearing the knife from my hand and throwing it to the floor, him hugging my body to his, and the fruit…or…vegetable…or…whatever it is, sliding to the ground with a big plopping sound.
"I thought we had a deal." he whispered, out of breath. My body was still clung to his.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we agreed, while you're here, no cutting."
"Again, what do you mean? I wasn't cutting…well, I was cutting the tomato, yes, but not me."
His fast breathing stopped, and he loosened his grip on me lightly. And shockingly enough, that made me disappointed.
"But…the blood."
"Blood? What bloo - ooooh." I looked down to the counter below me, where red juice was splattered.
"Chad…that's from the tomato."
He loosened even more, causing the slight smile on my face to fall along with his arms.
"But…I thought…"
"Chad Dylan Cooper, were you caring?"
His warmth was completely gone from me now. I turned around to face him, watching with a tiny amount of amusement as he straightened his dress-clothes. This was the first time I had really looked at him all day. And to say the least, he looked perfect.
His force laughed tore me out of my idiotic, juvenile thoughts about my new boss. Who, by the way, I was just a minuscule step away from hating less than twenty minutes ago.
"Why would I care about you?" He let out another laugh, even though I found nothing in that sentence funny at all.
"You're just the maid. My own personal servant. Nothing more to me. Practically nothing at all to me, actually."
Crap. I felt a tingly feeling coming from my eyes and nose again, meaning I was about to cry. No no no no no no!
I tried to focus my attention on something else, but my brain refused to meet my wishes. It just kept playing Chad's words over and over again in my head like a broken record.
Unable to hide my emotions any longer, the tears I was holding in literally flew out of my eyes.
"Awh, did I make you cry?" Chad asked with mock sympathy. I opened my mouth to spit out a comeback, but my voice wouldn't cooperate.
"Listen. I'll say this to you as nice as I can, okay Sonshine?"
Don't call me Sonshine.
He smiled when I didn't respond. "I'll take that as a yes. Listen. We dated, once upon a time, true. But honestly, even then you were annoying, and not a very good actress. You had no talent whatsoever. Why else do you think that after So Random!, Nico, Grady, Tawni, and even Zora got acting jobs, but not you?"
Because you gave me a bad name to all producers and agents everywhere.
He cupped my chin in a way that could be mistaken for loving, but I knew that it was purely for hate. "But we're not talking about once upon a time, are we? No. We're talking about here and now. You work for me. I have no emotional, physical, or any kind of feelings for you. You're just trash I picked up from Wisconsin that I figured I could use as knock-off treasure to own for two weeks."
His harsh blue eyes glared into my tear-filled hazel ones.
Please, stop, Chad. Please.
As if reading my mind, he dropped his cold hand from my chin with a triumphant grin, and started leaving the room. Before I was officially safe, however, he turned back to face me.
"You know, if you want to, you can think of yourself as Cinderella if you want your life to feel like a fairytale again. Only you already found your handsome prince, and you blew it. Congrats."
He then left the room, leaving me with my self-destructing thoughts. My first instinct was to grab the knife and slice something else besides the fruitable, but I had to be strong.
Yup. I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not gonna let Chad reduce me to that.
Although, I guess barely breaking the skin won't hurt…
Well, it will. But you know what I mean.
I had just almost violated Rule 5. The most important rule of all.
Whatever you do, don't let her know that you sometimes care. Even though you don't.
Luckily, me being a great actor and all, I was able to turn it right back around. It killed me to see her cry; even though that's what I've wanted ever since I found out she cheated on me. It was what I needed.
But even after hurting her feelings like I did, I still wasn't satisfied.
Did I go too far, or not far enough?
I'm an idiot. Plain and simple. Why should I even think about her, except for new ways to upset her? I should just be done with her and move on. It was a mistake bringing her here for revenge. But I can't go back now. Now, I had to look on the bright side.
At least I had a sandwich coming to me.
After a few minutes of angrily pacing back and forth, I tore open the kitchen door to see Sonny, knife in hand, holding it to her wrist. She would raise it up, then settle it back down; debating what to do with it. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.
"Stop." I demanded, before she decided to slice open her skin.
She spun around to face me. I felt my heart drop when I saw the hurt and confused expression still on her face.
"Sonny," I sighed, not knowing exactly what to say. It's not like I could tell her. She looked at me expectantly, and I knew I had to finish.
"Sonny…" I trailed off again. She raised her eyebrows at me.
"Sonny." I said more firmly this time. "Just, don't. Okay?"
She looked hesitantly at me. "But I thought you didn't care." her soft voice squeaked out.
I walked up to her, took the knife out of her hand and rested it on the table, and pulled her in for the second hug in twenty-four hours. I internally yelled at myself for taking a sniff from her gorgeous brown hair. What the crap was I doing?
"Stop." she said.
I let go of her and gazed at her in confusion. "What?"
"I said, stop."
I took a few steps backwards for her, still looking at her for an explanation.
"Chad, you've been messing with my emotions for the past day and a half now. And I don't think I can take it any longer. So just pick an emotion. Do you hate me, or not?"
I thought about it for a second. Do I? I've seen guys who hate their exes with a passion for cheating on them and humiliating them not even as bad as Sonny did to me. But I was Chad Dylan Cooper. And Chad Dylan Cooper was not the average guy. Chad Dylan Cooper wasn't a hateful guy, either.
"No." I finally decided. "I don't hate you. Not at all."
She sighed in relief, and her hurtful look faded into a smile.
"Fine." she said.
"Fine."
Her smile grew even wider when she realized what I was doing. Now, I was looking at a full-out Sonny of So Random! smile.
"Good."
"Good."
We just stood there for a while, smiling at each other like idiots. It wasn't an I-love-you smile. Ew, no. It was more of an, I-don't-want-to-kill-you-right-now-and-I-guess-that's-the-first-step smile.
"So," I started, breaking the silence. "How about that sandwich?