Chapter 4- Miserable at Best

He looked at her for a second then turned back to the television, as if he wasn't going to answer the question. But really he turned it off and turned his chair fully to look at Sonny. "Well you—the bad blood between our shows runs too deep—"

"Chad!" Sonny said, recognizing those all too familiar words from the time she went to ask him for her cart back. She got up from her seat in the balcony and walked back into the hotel room, evidently angry. She was being 100% serious and he had to go and not be serious!

"Sonny…" he said, following after a few seconds.

"No, Chad. Don't answer. Don't worry about it. I'm just going to get ready for my date." She said, making sure to emphasize the last word.

"Sonny, that's not for another three hours! Let's just talk—" Chad said, trying to fix the mess he just made.

"No, don't even worry about it, Chad. Forget it, ok? It's fine—I'm the enemy or whatever. I get it, ok? Just…whatever." She slammed the door to the bathroom. And she didn't come out until 6:30, wearing a beautiful blue v-neck dress to her knees. But that was all Sonny let Chad see because she went straight from the bathroom to the door and didn't stay goodbye. She just slammed the door behind her.

Chad paced the room. He couldn't believe what he had done to her. Of course she was a girl, she was going to be sensitive, especially now, when her cast pretty much dropped her outside on the doorstep, just because of slow ratings. He should have told her how he really felt, that he loved her, even a little more than his face? Was he afraid of her reaction? Was he afraid he might kiss her? Maybe?

Fortunately for him, he was pulled out of the thoughts of kissing Sonny by some odd noises done the hall. It sounded like crashing or someone running into a wall. That reminded him again of clumsy Sonny. And if it wasn't for the familiar scream, he would have slipped back into his thoughts of sweet Sonny. The scream put him on guard. You see, he knew what was coming next; he just couldn't let himself believe it.

He heard an intense banging from the door which was accompanied by some low sobs. He heard a person, a girl, trying to get a hold of themselves, right outside his door. He moved to the door, confused and scared. That couldn't be, gulp, his girl, could it? He opened the door and there she was. As soon as he opened the door, she jumped up into his arms and begged him to close the door. He did just what she asked, worried not for his sake, but for hers. He bolted the door shut. Then he placed her on their bed. She grabbed his shirt and just cried right into it for a good twenty minutes.

Finally when she was able to speak again he dared to ask what happened.

"He—Leo—he tried—tried to get me to—sleep with him." She said as she buried her head in his chest once more. He wanted to kill that asshole. He wanted to get up and march right up to every hotel lobby in this area and ask for this 'Leo' character. He would find a gun or something and kill this bastard for hurting his girl-- for hurting So Random!'s girl. He was going to rip off this guy's head and serve it for dinner. He was going to get this guy.

Tomorrow.

Yeah, Chad knew this guy might have left town by then. Sure, he might have already changed his name and face. But really, killing this guy was only second best. Even if Sonny didn't want him, he was glad just to comfort her for tonight. He didn't know why, but he was falling for her. And she was not the typical girl for him. He fell for flawless girls, which she was not. And she better be perfect if Chad Dylan Cooper was going to wear her on his arm, which of course Sonny Munroe was not. But that didn't bother him so much right then. She was hurting and he wanted to help. He let her burry her face in his shirt. He let her form her body to his as he laid down on their bed and told her he was there, that it was going to be ok. And she fell asleep, almost instantaneously. He laid awake, thinking of all the ways he could kill Leo without the cops ever knowing. Were these thoughts of murder, unhealthy? No. Problematic? Maybe. Only if that sorry excuse for a human being ever got in his way again. He was doing this for her. She maybe not be perfect or flawless, but she was Sonny Munroe, and she was beautiful, inside and out…and that was something to say for most of the girls he ever dated.

So yea…Chapter 4…. I kno its short….sorry, but the last few have been kinda long so…I had to do a really short one! Sorry! fyi the chapter title came from the song Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade….check it out…it's a good song! REVIEW! Thx!