SPOV

You would think that since Chad likes me and all, he'd let me off of our bet. You'd think that he would be a perfect gentlemen and tell me not to worry about it. You would think that he wouldn't have treated me, someone he was trying to win over, like a maid for two hours, having me run all across L.A. for his dry cleaning, groceries [he apparently has this odd obsession with cereal], and getting his favorite pair of sandals from his house.

I thought the whole bet thing was just a joke, and totally non-existent. I never would've suggested that the loser should do whatever the winner says for a day yesterday at the pool when he got the park lady to let us in, if I knew he thought I was serious. Then again, I had anticipated that I would win, making him run random errands for me.

Now, incredibly tired out, I stumbled into my apartment with a million things in my hands. "Finally." Chad mumbled when he saw me out the corner of his eye. I felt my heart drop. I was expecting a "Thanks." at least. His eyes were glued to the TV, and he looked like he had no intentions of helping me bring all of the bags in. I couldn't tell what had him so mesmerized, because the TV was too low for me to hear. And I honestly didn't care enough to walk over and find out.

I just stood there for a while, watching him. Waiting for him to say at least one word of thanks. But all I got was him standing up when the commercial came. "I'm goin' out." he said, just like my father always used to say. "Oh, and don't just stand there like some pathetic lost puppy. Make some sammiches. About four. " he added. "And here," he threw me his cell phone. "Order me a pizza." he slammed the door shut.

Tears involuntarily sprung to my eyes. Did he even like me at all? Was he just playing with my emotions, as always? I was angry. And what was up with his inability to pronounce the word sandwiches?

So I ordered that pizza. But I was also looking for revenge. Both for just ditching me like that and for the whole underwear drawer incident the other day. I quickly scrolled through the contacts of his high-tech phone. I didn't even know this type of phone existed. It was amazing, and a million times better than any iPhone, which made me even angrier at Chad. Stupid Chad and his stupid cool phone. I hate him.

I wish.

He apparently kept a diary on there. Ha, Chad Dylan Cooper writes in his virtual diary. Classic. But I wouldn't send that to anyone; I'm not that mean.

I looked through his pictures for something juicy. Apparently, he had a lot of pictures of me on there that I didn't even know he took. You would think that would soften me up and make my heart melt and I'd just forgive him, right? I thought so too. That is, until I saw all these pictures of him and some slut in a bikini, who was holding very trashy poses. The picture was just taken a few days ago too. She looked to be about our age. They weren't even swimming! They were inside! I hate her. I hate her soo much. She needs to go away forever.

I soaked in her long, blonde, curly hair; bright blue eyes; and perfect pink lips, and realized: she was once a guest star on Mackenzie Falls. She played Broklyn. Portlyn's long lost sister. Did I mention that I hate her? Because I do. A lot. I'm only capable of hating one person at a time, so I now completely forgave Chad.

Once I came across the pictures of her wearing skimpy clothing in Chad's house [it must've been Chad's house, since there were tons of pictures of him everywhere], that just crossed the line. I selected everyone in Chad's phonebook, and sent all of the pictures of my new number one enemy to hundreds of people. Ah, much better. I sighed to myself. Revenge really is sweet.

CPOV

I really hope Sonny didn't think I was being careless or harsh torwards her. The only reason I didn't help her with all the stuff she brought in, was because I was watching So Random. I was hoping she'd come over to see what was on TV. I just wanted her to know that I actually love that show, and I think she's a great actress. I wanted her to come over and laugh and ask me why I was watching that. Then, I'd tell her that I always have, just so I could see her. That when she was sick the other week, it was the only thing I watched on TV. That's how much I missed her. But she didn't. Plus, I was just in a rush to go to the stables. Why the stables, you ask? Well, I have a passion for horses. That's right, Chad Dylan Cooper likes ponies. I was planning to get a white horse and ride to the beach with Sonny for a picnic. I decided on that from our last night's conversation about getting married on the beach. And, as we all know, she seems to love picnics. So, I guess this would be perfect for her. I just want it to be special. So now, I'm leaving the horse, Jingle, outside, while I go in and get Sonny. She's gonna be so happy. I can't stop grinning ear to ear in anticipation of her excitement.

I jiggled her door knob a little bit more than I needed to, to let her know that I'm coming in. "Hey…" I started. She was pacing the room looking both happy and upset at the same time. Giggling; not sure if it was nervous giggling or not. "What's wrong?" I closed the door lightly and stood in front of it hesitantly, not sure whether to walk up to her or not. "Oh!" She held her hand to her chest when she saw me. "Oh, Chad, I didn't even realize you were here. Where were you?"

"My question first. Did you make the sandwiches?"

Her eyes narrowed, then rolled. "I didn't know you were capable of saying the actual word" she snapped spitefully. "But no, I didn't. I was busy. Sorry I wasn't able to serve the oh so great Chad." she spat my name. My heart fell a little as I realized she was angry at me. But it's okay. She'll forgive me for whatever I did after she finds out what I have planned for us today.

"It's okay. We might not need them." I took her hand and led her body torwards the door. "W-Where are we going?" she stumbled. I couldn't help but laugh at her surprised and confused expression stamped across her face. I simply smiled at her and said, "You'll see."