AN: I kinda had a hard time describing Sonny's dress. So you know Demi Lovato's Don't Forget Deluxe CD? That's what she looked like.

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THERE. just take out the spaces.

I'm thinking of making this 24 chapters btw. We'll see.

And yes, the Audrey in this chapter is the same friend who I mentioned before who inspired the whole Sonny sending those pictures. She demanded that she be put in here.

CPOV

The party was already in full swing when I arrived. There were red and purple flashing lights everywhere. The beat of the music made the room move as I said hello to Hannah, who was falling all over me. That's what I get for being polite and handsome. I scanned the room, looking at the guests attending. All of the girls were wearing short skirts and too much makeup. That is, until my eyes fell upon Sonny sitting down on a chair. She was wearing small black heels and a red dress with tiny polka dots in the print, with two flaps above her chest, making it look like it was folded. The bottom of the dress had a small bubble effect. Her hair was definitely the curliest I've ever seen it, and much bigger too. I always thought her hair was gorgeous, but this just couldn't be described. She also had a small necklace around her, making her skin even more noticeable.

Unlike all the other girls at this party, she looked classy and beautiful. Not trashy and sexy.

Her expression, however, troubled me. She looked lost. Sad. Hurt. And I was the only one who could fix it.

"Wanna dance?" a giggling blonde girl with bright red lips approached me when I was just about to walk over to Sonny. She was the kind of girl that I would date. That is, before I met the new girl of So Random. I looked over to the bummed out brunette sitting alone. I could tell that she noticed me, even though she tried to make it seem like she didn't. She was a great actress, I admit. But in real life she was horrible at both lying and hiding things. Her eyes darted across the room, purposely overlooking me each time, and smiling at random people.

"Um, I really have to go do something but-"

"Oh come on! It'll be fun!" she continued giggling and dragged me to the dance floor. She started doing some very…interesting dances. She was bumping up against me, and starting to grind. "Um, what's your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation through my awkwardness. "Audrey." she said, turning around to face me. "But my friends call me Aud, or Audi. Whichever you prefer." she pinched my cheeks. She was so close that I practically taste her breath. "What is that smell?"

"Vodka. You want some? I was thinking about pouring it in the punch bowl." she giggled again. "Um, no thanks."

"Oh, that's right. I bet you want something else." she leaned in for a kiss.

I pushed her away as politely as I could. "I, um, like someone else."

She fanned my words away like it was nothing. "Hey, I have a boyfriend. I'm just doing this to make Hannah jealous. She really likes you. It's really creepy."

I paused when I realized who she was. "Didn't I see you in a bunch of magazines with her? And on youtube videos? Aren't you supposed to be like her best friend?"

She nodded. "Yup. But that doesn't mean I can't hate her." she shrugged. "But anyway, who's the girl?" she had her arms around my neck now with her chest pressed to mine as she searched the room. "Sonny Monroe." I told her. "Ew, Sonny Monroe?!" she shrieked. She's such a goody goody! So annoying. But she is really pretty…you know what? I approve. I hereby give you permission to date her." she slurred.

"Um, thanks? I'm just gonna go talk to her now…" I unwrapped myself from her and made a run for it.

"So, Sonny, huh?" what was up with girls talking to me tonight when I need to get to Sonny? This time, it was a girl with big jet black hair and a pink tiger print dress. "I'm Danielle. Sorry about my non-sober friend over there." she said, gesturing to where Audrey was stumbling, trying to keep up with a different boy. "Thanks, but I really have to-"

"To what? Sonny's over there dancing with someone else."

I followed her gaze to see Sonny and Devon, of all people. I would've even preferred Jayden, that kiss cam guy, to Devon. "You know…when I would try to hook my friends up, I'd lock them in a closet together." she patted my shoulder. "Good luck." she winked and walk away, leaving a plot to formulate in my head. "Thanks!" I yelled out and ran to find the three girls.

SPOV

Chloe and Portlyn had arrived at my house a few minutes to seven. Meaning they only had about an hour to get me ready. Or, in Tawni's words, make me pretty. Getting all dolled up while I listened to my giggling friends and pop music did actually brighten my mood a little bit, but it was nothing compared to my usual amount of happiness. The dress Chloe bought for me gave me temporary joy. It really was pretty, and it made me look great. But what was the point of looking great if the boy you love probably won't even look at you? Yes, that's right, love. I think I realized that a little too late, though.

I couldn't shake the guilt I felt. The regret. The heart break. The disappointment. The sadness. I had never felt so alone in my whole life. But now, even with my friends by my side, I felt like the whole world hated me.

Portlyn was wrong. He wasn't sorry. He didn't forgive me. He made no effort to talk to me tonight. Instead, he was dirty-dancing with some beautiful blonde girl while I sat alone, like the loser I am. I should've known. He could do much better than me; the girl who had hurt his sister so badly and was so easily jealous. Sure, I fixed everything in the end, but I wouldn't forgive me either after all of that. But no way was I gonna just sit here, watching him move on. Devon came up to me and asked me to dance, so I agreed.

I'll dance with somebody new, won't have to think about you. Hannah's voice sang, coming from the large speakers. The lyrics definitely fit the occasion.

Devon was doing some sort of weird dance that was most likely from the 70's. I laughed for the first time in hours, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, I asked you to dance. I never said that I was good at it, though." he joked.

I was actually having a good time. That good time, however, was cut short when Portlyn ran up to me. "Sonny! You have to come now!" she pulled my arm.

"Come where?"

"Just follow me!" she ran faster than any other girl in heels could, dragging me along with her. "Thanks, Devon! I needed that!" I said to him as I was being yanked across the big room. I almost fell multiple times, until we were with Tawni and Chloe.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. Tawni and Chloe looked sad and worried, while Grady looked oddly suspicious.

"Nico locked himself in the closet! And we can't get it open!" Tawni exclaimed.

"Yeah! So you should go in there and get him out!" Grady blurted.

"Why would I go inside to get him out…?"

"Um, um, um…" I raised my eyebrows at Grady.

"Um, because! He's tangled in some rope in there." Chloe said.

"And nets!" Tawni added.

I looked at my friends like they were crazy, then just shook my head.

"Alright alright, fine. I'll get him out. Whatever." I made my way torwards the closet and turned the knob. "Hey, it's not locked. Why did-" my sentence was ended by the feeling of hands on my back pushing me into the closet, followed by the closing of the door. "What the hell guys?" I banged on the door. "Let me out!"

I huffed and turned around to find the light. I saw a chain hanging from the ceiling and pulled it, only to see the last face I wanted to at the moment.

"Chad."