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See that right there? That is me being excited and pissed off.
I'm excited [that's an understatement] for the new Falling For The Falls SWAC episode. I had originally wanted to wait for it to come out, so I can be surprised, but then I just couldn't control myself any longer and I looked up the script.
One word: .
I might just love Disney now.
And why am I pissed off? Because of the new Disney Channel movie Starstruck. Like, Channy ripoff much? Only, Sterling Knight and the dude who plays Nico are friends? What the crap? And Chad would never be a popstar. EVER. I don't even care what his name is on that movie, I'm just gonna think of him as Chad. And I'm gonna be totally mad at him for cheating on Sonny.
I did that before too. Like you know the movie, I Love You Beth Cooper?
Yeah, I totally thought of Beth as Chad and Sonny's daughter the whole time.
Anyway, Disney is obviously trying to re-create a Channy couple, which just can't be done. The actress even looks a lot like Demi.
Not cool, TV. Not cool.
P.S: The disclaimer(s) in the earlier chapter of this story go for the whole thing. Every chapter before, and every chapter after. Just wanted to clarify that I am not under the impression that I own anything.
I didn't need to see his face to know who he was. His obnoxious attitude was an automatic James Alert. So many thoughts were pelting through my mind, most of them contemplating which way I can murder him. My teeth chattered, something they did only when I was very worked up, and scared. Strangely enough, they kept quiet in the few days I was with Chad. Why were they choosing to make some noise now? I decided that I wanted to seem strong, confident, and pissed off. Not scared, vengeful, and on the verge of a horrible breakdown.
His arm was still wrapped around me, and my constant wiggling was doing nothing. I could scream, but was it really that bad? It's not like he was gonna hurt me or anything…well, physically, at least. Still, his hand was starting to move up and down now. This freaked me out more than the creepy guy from earlier. It's moments like these when I wish that I finished karate, instead of dropping out at a yellow belt. So, I had nothing to do but rely on my instinct. I shifted slightly so I could look up at him. He smirked smugly, and I smiled back sweetly. Then, I slowly lifted up my foot, pointed out my heel, and stomped down with as much force as I could muster, right on his toes. He let out a high pitched yelp, and immediately released me to focus his attention on hopping on one foot and holding his hopefully broken toes.
I watched in amusement as he growled at me. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away before he regained his composure. When I was only a few steps away, I felt him roughly grab the most sensitive spot on my wrist. It was as if he knew what was under the sleeves. A pang of intense tingling in my lower arm and pain from being grasped so tightly in my upper arm combined made me feel like my limb was being torn apart. "Oh, relax, Sonny. I was only joking before." he chuckled. I heard Zora's twelve year old voice in my head, warning me, eviiiiiiiiiiil.
I folded my arms over my chest in frustration.
"So, what are you doing here? I missed you, pal." he said, sounding scarily friendly.
"The feeling's not mutual, pal." I spat.
"Oh, Sonny, don't be so…sour."
"Sour? Really, James, really?" I said, not realizing that I was borrowing Chad's sarcasm. A bad sign. But I guess that's what happens when you live with a guy with such a…fascinating personality for almost a week. James smiled. "Which reminds me, what are you doing here at my buddy Chad's social gathering? No offense, but isn't this for…I don't know…people who have done with themselves?"
"What, you mean publicize their lives?"
"Touché, Sonny. Touché."
"Don't call me Sonny."
"Then what am I supposed to call you?"
"Allison. It's my name."
"Whatever." he waved it off. "You still didn't answer my question."
"And I don't plan to."
The way I saw it, he'd find out soon enough. Me working for Chad wasn't something I was exactly trying to hide; I just wasn't in the mood to be taunted.
"Oh come on, Sonny, don't be mean," James cooed.
"It's Allison." I stressed, trying to resist the growing urge to slap him. Instead of him answering, he just smirked yet again at me. I noted years ago, that Chad's smirk was much more alluring than James's.
I took advantage of the silence to subtly scan him up and down. He looked frighteningly the same. His dark hair was cut a little bit, and he had even more of a "bad boy" look to him than before, but that was about it. He was dressed in dark jeans and a navy blue t-shirt with an intriguing design on the collar. The ensemble was actually pretty preppy, but he somehow made it appear much darker. His lips seemed to be tugged into a permanent all-knowing smirk, as if he was holding juicy secret that placed him on the top of the world. He was undoubtedly cute, but his personality took away from that.
Why did I date him again?
I remembered the day we first met. When he was a guest star on Mackenzie Falls.
When he first saw me in the cafeteria, he threw twenty times the charm Chad possessed at me. And when he asked me out to a movie…well…how could I say no to that face?
And it went downhill from there.
Long story short: I went to a movie with Nico, and saw Tawni there. With James. They were making out in the back of the theater. There was a tiny scene caused. Names were called, feelings were hurt, and I felt extraordinarily betrayed.
Strangely enough, though, it made Tawni and I even closer. You know, after I finished going through that unsucessfully short period where I hated her guts (I was always a quick forgiver). And Chad…he helped me though it a lot. In fact, he and I even fake-dated for a little bit, just to make James jealous. That all ended with James being furious at me, and yanking me to the side while Chad was on his phone. He swore (in both senses of the word) he'd do anything in his power to make my life miserable.
Good times.
"So, how have you been?" James asked, but I figured he already knew the answer. I clenched my jaw. "Just peachy. How about you?" I answered, not really caring. He gave another sly smile. "Oh, just missing you." he said in a sweet tone, putting his arm around me. "It's still not mutual, James."
"Aww, that's too bad," he started, taking his arm from around my shoulder. He smoothly shuffled directly in front of me and leaned down a few inches to meet my height. I felt as if he was an adult bending down to talk to me, a five year old.
"You know, I feel like we left things a little…tensiony, you know?" he said softly, his union breath blowing directly under my nostrils.
"Yeah, and I liked it that way." I said, stepping back to get away from the awful stench. I tried to take another step, but I realized that I was up against a wall now. A dead end.
I was trapped.
He let out a dry, sarcastic laugh, and his face slowly fell into a menacing glare. "You know, you'd better watch your mouth around me, Sonny. You never know what could happen when I get mad."
I rolled my eyes at his attempt at being intimidating. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"No, it's a promise." he clarified smoothly. I held back a laugh, which was apparently visible to him. "Oh, you think that's funny?" he challenged. "Let's see if you think this is funny."
Unexpectedly, he grasped my left arm again, and tugged on it hard, nearly yanking it right out of its socket. "What are you doing?!" I demanded as he tried to drag me back inside. He actually growled in reply. "Let me go!" I screamed, trying with all of my might to walk the opposite direction.
"What's the problem here?" I heard a voice behind me ask. James and I simultaneously whipped our heads around to face my savior. I watched in shock as James dropped my arm, releasing the pain. I soothingly rubbed it up and down, while I stared wide-eyed at the man strutting torwards us.
It was Hayden.
And believe me, his appearance on TV just didn't do him justice.
"No problem at all. Just friends catching up." James lied, grinding his teeth together in annoyance. Hayden brushed his hair out of his eyes, then focused on my face. I wasn't quite sure if he recognized me. James turned from glaring at Hayden, to staring sharply at me. "I'll see you later, Sonny," he winked at me before stuffing his hands in his pocket, and walking confidently inside of the mansion.
Hayden lingered around me for what seemed like hours. The silence seemed to echo my pounding thoughts as he stood there in front of me, looking me up and down cautiously. "Did…did he say, Sonny?" he asked skeptically.
I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. "He did, and I am." I confirmed, grinning at him anxiously. He grinned back, spreading a warm feeling that pinched every inch of my skin. It was something I hadn't experienced in a while: the comforting feeling of friendship. And even though Hayden and I had barely said anything to each other so far, I knew the best was yet to come.
"Well, then, we have a lot of catching up to do," he said, placing his hand on the small of my back, and leading me inside to where the party is.
I can't believe how I'm behaving. I'm being such a wuss. A wimpy, wuss in fact.
A stupid, wimpy wuss.
Three words that currently describe me perfectly.
And I desperately need to change that.
Instead of bringing Sonny here giving me long awaited closure like I thought it would, it seemed to engrave her name into my brain instead. It's like, all of my thoughts are tuned to some sort of Sonny FM station. And it keeps playing the same song over and over again: Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny.
It's getting rather annoying.
All of the lights are off now. Within ten minutes, the party went from Elegant Fun, to Party Crazy. There are neon lights on the ceiling, twirling to make random patterns. They flashed off and on every second, creating mystery to the atmosphere. I can feel the electricity and energy bouncing off of every well-dressed (and barely-dressed) person in this room. Most of the people that were hanging outside came back in, except for the ones who wanted a private hookup or to sneak into my hot tub. That's right, Redhead In The Blue. I saw you. But honestly, I don't care. People can do whatever the hell they want. I don't give a damn.
But, unfortunately, that statement isn't completely true.
This party is easily the event of the century. The excitement, the drama, the friends, the fun…my life seems pretty amazing, right?
Wrong.
Okay, so right now, I'm dancing. With a girl, of course. I don't dance alone, or with dudes. Ever. But you know what's crazy? Every step is synchronized to the Sonny Music in my head, despite Katy Perry's voice echoing in the room.
Sonny, Sonny, Sonny.
It's like she did some freaky voodoo ritual on me. I wouldn't be surprised if she did, actually.
Thankfully, I had a feeling that all of that was going to come to a stop. Things will change. I will finally be free. I will finally win.
"James!" I hollered when I saw my close-ish friend approach me. I excused quickly myself from the girl with the obvious fake hair, and met James half way.
Starting now.
"How was Paris?" I asked him, embracing him in what most people called a "bro hug".
"It was epic, dude. Hot girls, hot sights, hot girl sightings, the works." he said, grinning from ear to ear deviously.
James had just spent the last year in France, with his new career as a male model. At first I thought the whole thing was pretty gay, but he had called me from time to time bragging about all the girls he hooked up with; indicating to me that maybe taking pictures half-naked, or wearing fashionable clothing, might actually be the coveted ticket to international hotties. "So, what's new here? Anything interesting?" he asked in a way that made me think he already knew the answer.
"Oh, nothin' much," I said softly, surprised that I didn't start ranting about Sonny yet.
James gave me a knowing smile, and put his hand on my shoulder. "So, funny thing," he started, "On my way in here, I ran into a very interesting girl, who I haven't seen in a very long time. Any ideas?"
Abruptly, I choked on the drink I was sipping. "What?" I sputtered. He'd seen Sonny? What the hell happened? Did they talk? Did they not talk? Did she tell him anything? Did he tell her anything? And why was I spazzing out so much about this?
He chuckled at my wide eyes. "Don't worry, bro, I'll fill you in." he promised.
With each informative word he gave me, I felt my heart crush.
"They were…he was…what?" I stammered, completely out of breath. I think I'm going to pass out, in front of everyone. Suddenly, I felt a pinch in the corner of my eyes, along with a burning in my nose.
No.
Not again.
Never again.
Sonny was not going to humiliate me ever. Ever. Again. Never going to hurt me, never going to control me like this.
And I don't care because I have a thing for her or anything like that. No, my feelings for her are long gone. I'm just upset because the ball is currently in her court, and that is not the way things were supposed to be going.
Still, this was for some reason too much to handle for me.
"Shit," I muttered to myself, burying my head in my hands.
"Dude, were you into her or something?" James asked, almost tauntingly.
"No, of course not. It's just…you can never find good help these days, you know?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, man, I know." he patted me on the back comfortingly.
No, I was not going to be the victim in all of this.
I was going to come out on top, unharmed.
And the only way to do that was to take action.
James pointed me in the direction of where Sonny was, giggling next to him. The smile spread across her face was something I had secretly longed for ever since she left. A few times while she was here, I had desperately tried to bring it back. And now, there it was, brought by another guy.
James smiled at me encouragingly. I brushed off my clothes, fluffed my hair, and marched across the room to where Sonny stood with Hayden, their distance between each other shrinking every second.
Oh, hell no.
Don't you guys just love when I give you cliffhangers?