A/N: Hi guys. Thanks for reviewing last chapter. I'm sorry if I kept some of you waiting. As you all notice, it is summer so I don't always have time to write. But no worries, I haven't forgotten or anything. Anyway, I won't make this long. I hope you enjoy this chapter and PLEASE remember to review at the end, ox.

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Teach Me Tonight

Chapter One.

SPOV

Usually, normal people who are at school, can't wait for the day to be over. Some would pray that the day would go by fast enough so they could get the hell out of there. Like I said, normal people wish that. I for one, prayed that this day would go on forever. I wasn't normal. Everyone was eager to get the school day over with. We're going to be rehearsing a new sketch later. I was hoping that every minute would feel like an eternity.

Once school was actually over, everyone kept complaining about how long the day was. I beg to differ, today was the fastest day in school history and it just so happens that I have a date with my tutor and Ms. Bitterman after school. See why I was hoping this day would be long?

I hadn't told anyone about it yet. Rehearsals don't start till another hour, so no one would be wondering why I was late or where I am.

It probably took me ten minutes to get to the classroom, where normally it would only take two. I really did not want to go in there. Me, getting tutored? That is just down-right embarrassing. Especially coming from an educated past.

My mom is an accountant. Who, after all, are good at math. My father is a university professor back in Wisconsin. My siblings are particularly geniuses. Except me. It's not like I don't try, because I do. Really hard. It's just, well here's an equation:

math + me = big no no.

I was doing really well in all my other classes. My mom's side of family is French, my great-grandparents still live in France and we visit them every two years. So, I am fantastic in French class, c'est tellement facile. Passing science like a nerd. Ace-ing history as if I'm a million years old. You name it, I can do it. Besides math. The numbers and the equations, with the symbols just confuse me, that's all.

I do want to go to university. I want to keep my options open. I'm still not sure if acting is what I want to do for the rest of my life. There's just so much more and I just want to explore it. My parents don't want me to continuing acting. Not as a career. It's hard to keep up an image in the La La Land, and it's tough staying number one. One of my biggest fears: losing all my fans. I love So Random!, don't get me wrong, but it won't be around forever.

I finally made it to class and spotted Ms. Bitterman alone. I guessed my tutor hadn't arrived yet. She noticed me and told me to come in. I took a seat as we both, impatiently waited. What a snob? Who did this person think they were? Making us both wait, how unprofessional. Oh boy, I wouldn't be surprised if my tutor was--

"Chad! There you are." That was the last thing I heard, was Ms. Bitterman's voice. Everything else seemed to be a blur. My eyes shot wide open. Chad Dylan Cooper strutted his way in and we both locked eyes. I think I just forgot how to breath.

"No way!" It was like we were in synced. We both said those two words at the same time. Only difference; after, I felt my cheeks get hot and I was completely modified. Chad on the other hand, began to laugh hysterically. Kill me.

~x~

CPOV

Please, someone tell me that I've been Celebrity Practical Joke'd again. Because this is just too funny. No way was I excepting that I would be tutoring her.

"Wow... Ok, ok, you've got me." My sides were starting to hurt, I couldn't even believe that I was even laughing this hard. You know that saying where people say 'the more you laugh, the longer you live'. Well, after this laughing fit, I think I just added ten extra years. I was beginning to cry, that's how funny it was. I could barely see Sonny through my tears, but I saw her turn red.

"Alright, where's the hidden cameras?" Apparently, she thought this was a prank too. Once I finally calmed down, I took a sit to even out my breathing.

"Ms. Bitterman, really, where's the kid I need to tutor?" She didn't look happy, at all. She looked kind of annoyed in some way. I'm not sure why though? What a strange person.

"Chad, you will be tutoring Sonny!" I looked over at Sonny to see her eyes wide open and jaw to the floor. Sonny was stupid? I didn't know that.

"Sonny? As in Sonny Munroe? Needs... tutoring? What the hell? You can't be serious?" I was completely confused. I could see from the corner of my eye that Sonny dropped her head and banged it against the desk. Ouch, that was gong to leave a mark.

"As a heart attack." That was lame. Was she trying to be clever?

"Ms. Bitterman, this most be some kind of mistake. Chad is an idiot. He cannot be my tutor." I was a little offended by Sonny's remark. I would beg to differ little miss sunshine.

"Oh no. Chad is my top student. He's getting a 98 percent in this class. Higher than anyone." 98? What? No that is a lie! I should be getting a clear 100. Note to self; talk to Ms. Bitter-man after!

Sonny looked at us in disbelief, "Ha, yeah right! Chad? Chad Dylan Cooper? CDC! Getting nearly 100?" I didn't understand why she couldn't believe it. All I did, was sit and smile proudly. I owned her.

The next five minutes didn't matter all that much to me. Teacher and Sonny were practically fighting. Teacher was defending me, as Sonny was begging to not be tutored. It gave me time to think; this might be an excellent opportunity. Last week, I was seen shoving a cat this time. Stupid animals. They were smelly, dirty, slimy and gross. the very next day, I was on the cover of yet another magazine that read 'Chad Dylan Cooper, animal hater', 'CDC jerk-heartthrob', 'Chad Dylan Cooper, no heart'. So, I figured maybe being seen as a tutor would help me get the image of a nice guy. Yup, by tutoring Sonny, it will get the public to believe a good guy by helping poor unfortunate people. Score for Chad!

Sonny finally gave up, and accepted the fact that I will be tutoring her. Ms. Bitterman called us over to her desk to discuss how this was going to work.

"I can't believe you're failing." I muttered to her, chuckling a bit.

"Shut up!" If looks could kill, I'd probably dead by now.

This was going to be fun - not.

~x~

SPOV

You know what sucks the most? Being the stupidest person in your math class. You know what's really embarrassing? Being tutored. Want to know what's worst? Being tutored by none other then Chad Dylan Cooper. I can't wait for summer.

For the next 40 days, Chad and I will be getting together every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. Studying for a minimum of two hours a day. Chad was furious that he would be giving up some of his time during the weekend, spending it with me. I couldn't careless anymore. There was no way out of this, so I might as well give up. I hate my life.

We both walked out of the classroom in silence. Once we were farther down the hallway, we stopped and burst into an argument. He kept insulting me, asking why I was so dumb. Why I needed a tutor. Tell you the truth, I didn't have an answer. I was yelling at him for accepting the offer to tutor.

"Oh! Like how was I suppose to know I'd be helping you? Huh?" That would be his answer and then I'd come up with something totally dumb.

"Whatever Sonny, we're both stuck in the same boat. You need my help and I need yours." That's interesting.

"What do you need me for?"

"People will see what a nice guy I am. Tutoring you in math. I need everyone to know that I'm a good person." Stop right there. For starters, 1) Chad is not nor will ever be a nice person. 2) No way in hell are people going to find out about this!

"No!" I accidentally yelled in his face. He stepped back a bit. I guess I scared him. "Chad, no please. No one, and I mean, no one can know about this, about us." He tried to say something but I cut him off. "If people found out that I am being tutored - especially by you - I will be completely mortified. I won't be able to show my face again".

"Sonny, you can't be serious? You're over reacting". Maybe? But who cares! My friends would mock me for life, and if the press found out, everyone back home - and the millions of other people - will bash me. I'd make a fool of myself.

"Please Chad, let's just keep this between us for a little." I said barely above a whisper.

"Sonny, we can't just sneak around. People will suspect something sooner or later." That might be true, but I was willing to take the risk.

"You don't know that. Come on Chad, please? For me?" I smiled my signature smile. I knew that would get him. It always did. I heard him groan. He avoided my eyes and muttered a 'fine' under his breath. I yelled again as I thanked him. He took another step back. Geez...

"So, when do you wanna meet tomorrow?" Chad's head shot up and it took me by surprise.

"What? You mean we've got to start tomorrow?" Obviously! there's no time to lose.

"I get off work at around four. So do you, right?" I was almost positive that all shows at the studio start and finish around the same time.

"Yeah. Why don't you just come over to my place I guess, around five? We'll study till seven." I agreed. For some reason, I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't sure why.

"I'll text you my address tomorrow." With that, he waved and turned his heel and walked away. Leaving me alone in a hallway with a strange feeling in my belly.

Dear God/karma/universe/who ever was behind this evil plan,

please, please kill me now and then bring me back to life once the school year is over. Please and thank you.

Sincerely,

Sonny Munroe.


So, I'm not too sure about this chapter. I can't say I'm a big of fan of it. But, I promise the next chapters with be a whole lot better! Anyways, you know what to do! Sorry for any mistakes or errors.

(In case you don't; you're suppose to review now. THANKS! ;)

ox