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Chapter Fifteen
I can honestly say that I don't know what came over me. I wasn't planning to go any further than I did with Chad, but when I'm around him I get this really weird feeling. Now that I look back on things, I'm really embarrassed! I'm supposed to be a good girl! I go to church, I pray before I eat, I give money to charity. I've always been a good girl. So why, all of a sudden, am I acting so not-good-girl-y?
After we walked out of the room and Marta saw us, I went bright red. Strangely enough, so did she.
"Hey, Marta!" said Chad, sounding surprisingly unembarrassed.
"Hey, Chad." She said weakly, looking slightly sick.
"We were just…erm…rehearsing! Yeah, that's what we were doing!" I cried, trying to save myself the embarrassment of her going to the press and saying I'd been doing…stuff…with Chad Dylan Cooper.
"Since when is there a sex scene in Mack Falls?" she asked. I blushed red again at the word 'sex'.
"We weren't-I mean, we didn't-erm…"
"Well, it sure looks like it!" she replied, looking angry and slightly jealous.
"Well, we weren't!"
"Calm down, Sonny. Look, Marta, this actually isn't what it looks like. Yes, we're dating. But no, we weren't doing anything! I swear."
"Why should I believe you? What's stopping me from going to the press right now and telling them that Chad Dylan Cooper, Hollywood's bad boy, has stolen the innocence of Sonny Munroe, Hollywood's newest starlet?"
"Have I ever lied to you before, Marta?" he asked her, looking sincere.
"Yes! All the time!"
"Well, I'm not lying this time, I swear!" he said, looking worried now.
"Sure, sure. Look, I'll make you a deal."
"What type of deal?"
"I won't tell the press…if you get rid of her." She said, looking at me like I was something unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe.
"What?" I cried, surprised.
"Why would I get rid of her? We're dating!" he said, confused.
"Well, if this gets out, you're reputation as a bad-boy heartthrob will be ruined."
"How?"
"Everyone will hate you for taking advantage of someone as innocent as Sonny Munroe."
"What? But her didn't take advantage of me!" I protested, feeling my face go even redder.
"So? The press will believe anything that will give them a good story."
"Well, everyone will know it was a lie when we stay together!"
"By the time you've proved it, people will hate you so much you'll be fired, and your career will be ruined."
"Please, Marta, we'll do anything, just don't make Sonny leave!"
"No. You either lose Sonny, or lose your job. Your choice. You have until tomorrow afternoon."
We watched, shocked into silence, as she walked off down the hall.
"What are we going to do?" I asked, shaking.
"Well, I have an idea. But it's a long shot."
"What?"
"Kill Marta, bury her body, and hope no-one ever finds her body."
"Really, Chad, really?"
"Well, you got any better ideas?"
"No, but we can't kill her."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good."
"So are we good?"
"Oh, we are so good."
He kissed me then, before pulling back and smirking.
"We should probably go to rehearsal now, before Paul gets really mad."
"Good idea." I said, smiling as he dragged me down the corridor by my wrist.
We were rehearsing for three hours straight before we were allowed a break, then another two hours until we were allowed to go home.
Chad gave me a lift to my apartment, but I told him I was tired and just wanted to go to bed, so he didn't come in. I did go straight to bed when I got in, but it was hours before I managed to sleep. I just lay there, thinking about Chad. Why did I feel the way I did around him? Was it just hormones? But I had never felt this way around any guy before, and though Chad was absolutely gorgeous, I had met a couple guys just as good-looking as him. And they were much less self-centred, and irritating, and cocky, and thoughtful, and arrogant, and kind, and open, and…the list was endless. Chad was so many things, and I loved everything. So much. But I needed to learn to control myself around him. Because I am so not ready for any of this.
The next day I was woken up by a loud banging on the front door. Checking my clock, I realised I had overslept. A lot. Sh-Whoops. I really needed to stop swearing, even if it was only in my thoughts. It's still bad.
Getting out of bed, I stretched, then ran down the stairs to answer the door.
"Hello?" I said, surprised to see Chad on the doorstep.
"Hey, Sonshine. You look like you've just got up."
"Probably because I have. My alarm must be broken."
"Well, you should probably get dressed. We're already late. Where's your mom?"
"She left at four. She usually does. Unless she works late. I'm just gonna go get changed." I said, suddenly realising that all I was wearing was my skimpy tank top and shorts that I slept in. Turning away to hide my blush, I hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Oh, Sonny?"
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Nice PJ's. Hello Kitty Rocks."
"Oh, don't I know it!" I called over my shoulder, before rushing up the stairs to get changed.
We were half an hour late for work, but no-one seemed to mind. In fact, everyone seemed to be in a pretty good mood, especially Chad. I couldn't figure out why, considering he had to choose between me and his job today.
"Hey, Sonny, Chad. Congratulations, I knew you guys would end up together from the first time you met!" said Anna, wrapping her arms around me tightly.
"Whoa, chill, Anna. Wait, what?"
"Haven't you seen today's Teen Weekly?"
"No."
"Well, you're front page news, Sonny!"
"What? Chad? Do you know anything about this?"
"Well, I might have made a quick phone call last night."
"But why?"
"Because, now they know we're an item, if Marta goes to them and tells them her story, they won't be so quick to believe it. Me and Marta used to 'date'," He said, putting quote marks around the word 'date', "so they'll just think she's jealous."
"Wow. Cute and smart. I love you more and more every day!" I said, laughing.
"What can I say? I'm a man of many talents."
"Too bad kissing isn't one of them."
"What?"
"Nothing!"
"What did you just say? Because I think you just insulted my kissing skills."
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."
"Hey, guys," Anna cut in, "I'm gonna go, you know, before this heats up. In any way."
"See you Anna!" I said, waving.
"Where were we? Ah yes, I remember. You insulted my kissing skills!"
"Well, you're not exactly bad, but you're not great either."
"What? I'm an amazing kisser, Sonshine. You just haven't had enough experience to know what's good and what's not so good."
"Really?"
"Really really."
"So, what do we do now?"
"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to prove to you that I'm a good kisser."
"I'd like that."
"I know you would."
We kissed then. It wasn't as heated as before, but I had decided I wanted to take things slower, and when he tried to slip his tongue into my mouth, I pulled away.
"What's wrong?"
"We need to get to work."
"Okay. Have I proved I'm a good kisser yet?"
"You're getting there. But you may need more practice."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good!"
"Good!"
"So, are we good?"
"Oh, we are so good. Now we need to get to rehearsals."