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Chapter Nineteen

I went to rehearsals and tried to act normal, but I was dying inside. For some reason, Chad left early. He managed to convince the director to film the scene we were planning to film last, which had everyone but him in it. When we finally finished, I rushed back to my dressing room, only to freeze in the doorway. Chad was in there, the pictures in his hands.

"Chad? What are you doing here?"

"Investigating. I wanted to know why you were so upset earlier, and I think I figured it out."

"Well, whatever you have to say, save your breath. Just tell me one thing."

"What?"

"Were you dating Marta all this time? Was this whole thing a dare? Were you using me?"

"No. Please, let me explain."

"Why should I?"

"Because, I can give you detailed reasons for all of these pictures. And they're all the truth."

"Fine. You have twenty minutes."

"Half an hour."

"Twenty-five. Don't push it." I warned.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good!"

"Good!"

"So are we good?"

"Oh, we are so good. You have twenty-four minutes."

"Sorry. Come here, then."

I walked over, planning to sit beside him on the couch, but he had the pictures spread out on the cushion, so I sat on the floor.

"Right. Picture one; me and Marta kissing. If you look closely, you can see a Mackenzie Falls tie. And if you had watched season four episode five, you can see that it's just the Mackenzie-Penelope kiss scene flipped over and cropped so it looks real."

"Oh, yeah. I never realised. What about the rest?"

"Picture two; me and Marta on the beach, in our swimming costumes. When we finished filming the season finale of season five, which wasn't long ago, that's why it looks recent, the entire cast of Mack Falls went to the beach to celebrate. I know she's a bitch," I flinched at the swear-word, and he smirked, "but she's a friend. We were just playing around."

"Oh."

"Then there's this one," he said, pointing to another one on a beach, which I hadn't seen the first time, "picture three; I have my arm around her because we were playing catch. And I was 'it'. Picture four; this one was when we were fake-dating. We went to a meal; this picture was in loads of magazines, Sonny. I'm honestly surprised you've never seen it before."

"Actually, now that I think about it, I think I have." I said, blushing. Now I felt really guilty.

"Picture five; this one's Photoshopped. I'm pretty sure that's Marta, but that guy's skin is darker than mine. Can't you tell?"

"I suppose…"

"Picture six; again, this was when we were fake-dating. This one wasn't in any magazines that I know of, but it was all over the internet. Picture seven; me and Chastity, slow dancing. This is Photoshopped too. When the studio had this big dance thing, Chastity's date bailed, so I danced with her, because I felt bad."

"Oh. I never even saw this one, but it's obvious it's not her. I'm sorry, I should have asked you about them. But what about these? Were these when you were fake-dating too?"

"No, actually, these were real."

"What?"

"She ran into me. I fell. She landed on top of me. That's the first one. The second one is when I was getting up, and the picture was taken at just the right time to make it look bad, but I was just getting up."

"Oh." I felt so guilty. I had done pretty much exactly what his parents had done. I'd jumped to conclusions. At least, I'd done half of what they had done. Unlike them I was going to listen to him, and believe him. Because I knew he was telling the truth.

"Sonny? Say something! Do you believe me?"

"Yes. I believe you. And I'm sorry. Really sorry. I'm such an idiot!"

"No worries. But I have a bone to pick with you."

"I know, I did what your parents did, I'm a terrible person, and I understand if you never want to talk to me again!"

"What? That's not it at all! I mean, yeah, you jumped to conclusions, but you had reason to. I have to admit, at first glance, they do look pretty real. But you've done something they never did; you've listened to me. You've given me a chance to explain. And you believe me. That's better than I expected, better than I deserve."

"No, it's not! You deserve more than me, so much more!"

"No, Sonny, I don't. But let's not fight about this. I have you, and you have me. Let's leave it at that."

"Okay. So, if that's not it, what do you mean you have a bone to pick with me?"

"Why do you have pictures of loads of guys in your photo album?"

"Oh. That. Well…before we were dating, I used it as a 'crush diary'. Me and my friends all had one. I have pictures of all my celebrity crushes in there."

"Oh. So, that's why I'm in it?"

"Well…" I said, blushing bright red. No, I was never obsessed with him like a lot of girls, but of course I liked him. What girl wouldn't?

"I knew it. But I don't mind about that. What I care about is the fact that you have a picture of Zac Efron in here!"

"I thought you didn't hate him?"

"I don't, but I'm assuming that you didn't know that when you put his picture in here."

"Well, I didn't, but…"

"I can't believe it! You were cheating on me, even before we even met!"

"Chad, I didn't cheat on you. We weren't together then."

"Well, you cheated on me in your mind…" even he realised how lame that sounded.

"Chad?"

"What?"

"Would you like me to take those pictures out of my photo album?"

"Yes please."

"Tough." I smirked, grabbing the album and running to the door. But he was too quick. Before I could get it open, he had his arms around me.

"Chad! Let go!"

"Not until you get rid of those pictures!" he laughed.

"Never!" I cried dramatically.

"Well, then, I guess I'll have to do this!" he whispered in my ear, before dragging me back to the couch and throwing me down. I braced myself for tickling, but was surprised when he leant down and kissed me.

"Are you going to take the pictures out now?" he said huskily.

"Nope." I said, and he smiled, kissing me again. Only this time, he didn't pull away. Dropping the album, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He didn't expect it, and fell on top of me. I moaned, and he slipped his tongue in my mouth. This time I didn't pull away. Some part of me was screaming at me to stop, but I ignored it.

We stayed like that for a while, just kissing, occasionally pulling apart for air. Then he shifted his weight, and I felt something suspiciously hard against my leg. Oh no. Surprised, I pushed him off me.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked. I felt myself turn scarlet. I had never been so embarrassed before.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I-erm-you…"

"Spit it out Sonny! Did I hurt you?"

"No. I…I felt something…hard." I whispered the last part, feeling my face get hotter. I watched as his face changed from confusion, to realisation. Then he started laughing. Like, properly, uncontrollable laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked, a little angry that he found my embarrassment so funny.

"I-you-I-you thought-I-"

"Chad!" I yelled, really mad now.

"You thought I-erm-well, you thought I was, you know…"

"Well, what else am I supposed to think?"

"Sonny…" he said, finally controlling his laughter.

"What?" I snapped.

"I have my phone in my pocket." He said, bursting into laughter again.

"Oh."