Oh my gosh, I missed you guys soo much! Sorry for the wait. I know I said two weeks, and it ended up being over three, but after they sent back Leslie, Microsoft Word was for some reason being rebellious and wouldn't come up for some reason until just the other day.

To make up for the wait, I made this chapter longer than usual. I normally only write 2 and a half to 3 and a half pages. This time I wrote five. Be proud.

Sorry if this chapter is lacking detail. I wrote most of it in one day, and I have to get back into the swing of writing.

This is nice. At least, I think it is. I can't really tell.

I don't feel as wasted as I was before (Curse you water!) but I do still feel horrible; physically, at least. My emotions seemed to have called it quits. Physically, I felt his tongue wrestling with mine. I felt his hands brush up against my thighs. And I felt him try to lift my dress to get more access. I felt the tingling sensation of our every movement. How I actually felt about these actions, however? I have no idea.

My blurry vision was starting to clear up a little bit, which I suppose is a good thing. Honestly, it was fun walking around like I was going blind. It was like I was in an alternate universe and I could forget about my real life stress. I liked it, but I am quite curious to how cute this guy is. From the sound of his husky voice, he seems irresistible.

As he tried yet again to hitch up my dress, I took notice that I kept shimmying in an awkward direction every time. I decided that I didn't want to go that far. I'm not sure what came over me exactly, but I knew it was the right decision.

I took his hand and softly pushed it in front of his lower abdomen.

"Idon'twannagothatfaryet, ya know? I want the clothes to stay…like…on." I slurred. I noticed something in his face change, and I had to squint to detect his smirk.

"Sure, babe, whatever you say." he promised with his honest (and hot) voice while he ran his hands through my hair. As he captured my lips in another kiss, I felt myself slip and collide with the soft carpeted floor and onto my back, enjoying the thrill of the room spinning around me and him sliding above me.

Aaaand…back to making out we go.

Yet, there was something else in the air that gave off negative electricity. It's like my conscious was controlling the scenery. Why is my conscious bugging me anyway? This is no big deal. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna sleep with this guy. Why do I feel so wrong, then?

Must be the alcohol.

"You sure you don't need help?" Mike nagged for the millionth time, as if that would make the situation any better. I stiffly shifted my body from the bent down position I was in, so that I could give him the sharpest glare I could muster. Unfortunately, this idiot wasn't phased. Abruptly, I backed away from what James had brilliantly dubbed, "The Hook Up Room." Really, it would only make sense that James would retreat to this room. I reluctantly gave it to him after having to listen to a night of him complaining about how he got walked in on several times when he was hooking up with Jessica Brennan and the magazines ended up finding out (The Hollywood "It" girl at the time) and gave me the oh so bright idea to give him the extra room that I had honestly forgotten about. I mean, with a house as big as mine, and only me living here, of course there are going to be some empty, abandoned rooms.

Smart move, Cooper.

I forcefully jiggled the door knob for what had to be the millionth time in the past three minutes. With a rush of self-hating emotions raging through me, it was a miracle I was at least able to distinct my annoyance from the rest of the chaos. I desperately pressed my ear to the door, not exactly sure what I wanted to hear.

"I just think that you should let me try. I'm very experienced with this kind of thing." he pressed.

"And you're saying I'm not?" I snapped, ripping my ear away from the silence, not sure whether or not to be disappointed about not hearing anything. Was he questioning my manhood or something? I mean, why wouldn't Chad Dylan Cooper be educated in the art of lock-picking? Did Mike with his fancy bar-tenderness think that I was just a pretty boy or something?

Before a defense could come out of his mouth, Tawni stopped the both of us. "Guys, shut up. This is serious. Chad, what about your keys? Where'd you have them last?"

I was ready to shoot back a classic "If I knew that, I'd have them by now," but my memory hit my senses before my words could. A powerful flashback hit me like a ton of bricks: me tossing the key on the coffee table I never use, in a room that I hardly ever go in.

Ugh, I'm so stupid.

The look on their faces alerted me that the look on my face gave away the fault that I was internally beating myself up for. Tawni shook her head at me, her blonde locks flying as she did, and rolled her green pupils as well. Mike had a small smirk, which was amazing under the circumstances. Like Tawni said, this is serious.

"Where are they?" he asked obnoxiously while he held back a snicker. I wanted to punch him.

Why is he even here? I paid him, he should be gone.

He must have a crush on Sonny or something.

I hate him.

"The ex-living room," I answered, running my fingers through my hair as I tried to burn a hole through Mike's chest with my eyes.

"You have an ex-living room?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, I have an ex-living room. Problem with that?"

He just snickered quietly to himself and looked down at the ground, as if he and the floor had some sort of hilarious inside joke. "Must be nice being so rich for doing absolutely nothing but sleeping with girls who only want you because of your half-way decent show that was canceled five million years ago." he muttered.

Immediately, I felt the suppressed rag rise up out of me. "What? You think you know one thing about my life? About how hard I work?" I demanded.

Smoothly, he slid directly in front of me, flashing me a sly smile. "I know more than you think," he said smugly. "Ass," he added.

"What did you just s-"

"Guys! Stay focused. Chad, go." Tawni ordered before I could even retaliate.

"B-" I tried.

"Go." she said, even more forcefully this time.

"Whatever." I said, giving up. After all, she was right. I needed to save all of my strength and anger for James and Hayden. Mike wasn't worth it. Rolling my eyes, I sprinted torwards the room, hoping that Mike and Tawni would stay there. I didn't need the two of them breathing down my neck when I was already stressed enough.

I sorta felt like I was in the middle of a horror film as I ran through the dark halls decorated with broken champagne glasses. The hero. I messed up, but I will be the hero. I will save her. I won't be too late. I just can't be.

Funny how James went from being my best friend to my target in less than an hour, and Sonny the opposite.

Finally, I arrived. One step closer to breaking in that room and stop whatever sin was going on in there.

I opened the door and walked through without hesitation, keeping my eyes straight on the coffee table…until I caught something out the corner of my eye that made me jump.

James. Sonny. Couch.

Her dress was crumpled up beside her on the floor.

He was smirking above her. His shirt was off, and he was working on removing his belt.

Neither seemed to notice me.

And James wasn't taking advantage of her. She wasn't putting up a fight or screaming or anything. She was just lying there.

I felt like even more of an idiot. I can't believe I got caught up in this. I can't believe the assumption I made. I can't believe I was caught up in a fantasy land.

After all, this is James. My friend. He wouldn't hurt anyone; not like that.

But…he did lie to me about earlier.

I shook my head, banishing the thought. It was probably only to protect me.

That still doesn't explain why he'd choose her, out of all the girls here. Didn't he at least know that I'd be pissed, if not beyond hurt?

"What. The. Hell?" I broke the silence.

Abruptly, both of their heads whipped in my direction wearing wide-eyes.

"Chad!" Sonny screamed, tumbling off of the couch and onto the floor with a thump and an "Ow."

"Chad," James stated calmly, staring at me suspiciously, probably trying to figure out what I was feeling, and what I was gonna do about it. "Just…just stay calm, bro."

"Stay calm?" I repeated in an even voice. I cupped my ear with my hand and smiled stiffly. "I'm sorry, I thought you just told me to stay calm, when you were about to sleep with my ex-girlfriend. In my house."

"Don't put all the blame on me, dude. It's not like she didn't want it." he pointed out, gesturing to the devil herself, cradling her head in her hands and whining over and over again, "Ow, my head."

I glared at her fragile, pathetic, victimized demeanor. She pulled off the whole "damsel in distress" act flawlessly, even when drunk. She even had me worried sick about her and hating myself for not catching on. She fooled me from a distance. It's like she got inside my mind or something. How does that even work?

During the first few months I knew her, I was extremely attracted to her, no matter how much I denied it. I believe I referred to the pull she had on me as "stupid cute."

Now, it's like "stupid cute" multiplied times ten freaking million. Because even now, even as she's on the ground whimpering to herself in a disoriented manner, even though she was about to sleep with my friend, I can't help but feel incredibly attracted to her. And it's not about her looks this time around, either. Not even close.

Why would I be attracted to her personality, though? I mean sure, I'm physically attracted to hot girls who are pro-sleeping around, but emotionally?

"She asked for it, man," James said, slowly backing away from Sonny and snatching his shirt off of the edge of the couch that her elbow was resting on, causing her right arm to fly onto her lap.

"You know how it is. It's not like you've never had a one night's stand. And it's not like you like her or anything, right?"

Frighteningly, I didn't know the answer to that. I stayed silent as he tugged his shirt over his head, put his shoes back on, and yanked his pants up.

"We're still good, right?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

I took a deep breath and felt myself hold my eyes closed for a few moments, trying to will away my confusion.

"Go home, James." I commanded.

"I'm going, I'm going." he promised, holding his hands up in both a defensive way and a surrendering way as he slowly backed out of the room, leaving me alone with the mess of a tramp that I call my ex-girlfriend…and current maid.

"Owwww." she groaned, still holding her head.

For a few minutes, I just stared at her, taking in the whole situation. I glanced around the room, briefly taking in the burgundy carpet, the pale yellow and red striped walls, and the game systems from years earlier that I had forgotten about.

And then, my eyes landed on Sonny again. Sonny, with her deep red lips, her long, black hair, her long legs, and her annoying, yet seductive moans.

"Get dressed and follow me." I said impulsively. "Mmhmmmm." she groaned in response, quickly hopping into her black and white dress but forgetting her shoes, stockings, and jewelry.

By the time I was down the hall, she was running behind me, trying her best to fall in step with me.

"Try to keep up, will you?" I said obnoxiously, scoffing at her.

"W-Where are we g-going?" she sniffled. I stopped to look back at her, seeing as she sounded like she was about to cry. I was right.

"We're going upstairs." I answered curtly.

"Why?" she asked desperately. I don't intend to answer.

Sprinting down the hallway didn't feel like a horror movie anymore. Now, it felt like I've almost reached the light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, I know, even after tonight, the light won't be all that bright.

Clock, clock, clock.

"What happened?" Tawni asked. I snapped my head around, and motioned for Tawni to continue following us.

"Where's Mike?" I asked, spitting his name.

"Gone. He told me to call him tomorrow though for the deets." she explained, keeping up speed perfectly. We would be in complete silence if it wasn't for Sonny's stifled sobbing and incoherent blubbering. I braced myself for Tawni's interrogation that I knew was coming soon.

"What's wrong with her? What happened? Is she okay? She's not okay, is she? What happened to James? Is he dead? Did you kill him? Do we have to go through another trial? You know how much I hate the court system and lawsuits after what happened last time." she ranted, referring to last year when she got sued for stealing something from a store. She ended up being innocent, but still. Celebrities have enough attention targeted torwards them.

"Long story. I don't feel like talking about it." I said. She opened her mouth to protest, but clomped it shut by the stern look on my face.

Too soon enough, we were in the living room, where Hayden stood with two girls clinging to him. One was bleach blonde with orange skin and a trashy outfit. The other had dark skin, long jet black hair, major cleavage and a puppy in her purse. Both of them looked familiar: I saw them all evening hanging on Hayden's every word. It was sickening.

"Ugh, I forgot all about him." I groaned. He looked up, seemingly amused. I guess we must have looked funny to him. I was most likely walking as if I was on a mission, which I really was. I knew for sure how Tawni looked. Imagine a model who can't find her way to the runway when she's actually standing right on it, and trying to read a book at the same time. And Sonny? Her face was red, she kept freaking sniffling, her mascara was running down her face, and she kept stumbling.

"Wow, you're still here, Hayden? Really? The party was over two hours ago. No where else to go? Shame. You know, there's a homeless shelter a few blocks away." I said, quite proud of myself for the spontaneous insult.

"Aw, Chad, don't be jealous just because I've been more famous than you for…what's it been, almost three years now?" he boasted causing the girls sitting beside him to giggle idiotically.

I rolled my eyes as harshly as I could. "Just get out of my house, Hayden." I ordered.

"Fine, fine, whatever. We've got a better party to go to anyway. One that doesn't end a few minutes before midnight." he bragged. "Lame." he whispered to the girls, causing them to giggle again.

"Just go, okay? I don't have time for this."

"Because hauling the effed up, drunk, slutty stalker is much more important than defending your mockery of a party, right?"

"Don't you dare call-"

"I don't feel so good…"

As if on cue, Sonny moaned and bent over, clutched her stomach, and puked all over Hayden's expensive shoes.

"Ew!" the girls squealed, immediately jumping away from Hayden's side.

"Ahh, some of it got on my blouse!" one yelled in disgust.

"Gross, some of it got on my purse!" the other one complained.

"Shut up about your stupid clothes! They're not even real, or classy! And they make you look like tramps."

They gasped simultaneously. "How dare you!" one yelled.

"I thought we had something special!" the other exclaimed.

"Come on, Lucy. We don't need him. Everybody knows that Zac Efron is way hotter and more famous than him."

Lucy made a humph noise and joined arms with her friend, walking out the door and not looking back.

"Wait, ladies, I didn't mean it like that!" Hayden yelled, chasing after them. Tawni shut the door behind them and locked it.

"Well, that was fun." she commented. I couldn't do anything but laugh and shake my head. He's so pathetic.

Speaking of pathetic, Sonny was wiping her mouth off with her sleeve. Miraculously, my floor remained clean.

"Help me get her upstairs?" I asked Tawni.

"No way. I've had enough exercise for the night. I'm gonna go home. Tell me how it works out, kay? Kay." and with a few sophisticated swings of her hips, she was out the door.

Yet again, I was alone with Sonny.

I groaned. "Come on, Sonshine. We're going to your room."

"Yay." she moaned. I don't know whether she intended it to be sarcastic or enthusiastic.

I wound her left arm around my neck, put my hand on her thigh, and lifted her; carrying her bridal style up the stairs, trying to brush off how good it felt to have her in my arms.

Finally, I dumped her on her bed. Her dark, wavy hair flew as she landed.

"Mmm, you're so strong." she cooed. I only momentarily did I feel my heart speed up and my cheeks grow warm, then I disregarded it. She's drunk. Even if she wasn't, would a comment like that really matter to me? At all?

Ignoring her, I journeyed into her massive closet, dragging her gray suitcase out and stuffing whatever belonging of her's I could find.

"What are you doing?" she asked with her hazel eyes half-open.

"Packing," I answered, throwing a pile of pants into the bag. "I've had enough. You're fired. You leave tomorrow."