Chapter 13

"Ugh..." Chad groaned.

His felt like a heavy block, not a head.

He wanted to open his eyes but couldn't.

The headache was too much.

He wanted to move but he couldn't.

Then he realized his ankle hurt like crazy.

It must have twisted or at least broken.

He had this crazy urgency in the back of his head and his heart was pounding as if he had just been racing.

He wanted to retrace the thoughts that seemed so urgent but couldn't bring himself to.

It was as if he had become extremely lazy.

Where was he?

He wanted to open his eyes.

Slowly he found the right thing to tell his brain to open them.

But they were heavy.

With a large effort he slowly and patiently opened them.

Everything was blurry.

He closed them again.

Maybe he should just stay still and leave them close.

It felt comfortable.

But the thing in the back of his head told him he had to get moving, he had to hurry.

But hurry to... what?

It didn't matter.

It was getting impatient.

His brain just wanted him to get into action.

But he didn't want to.

He sighed and then groaned again.

He opened his eyes again.

This time it was clearer.

There were a lot of lights though.

Oh it was almost impossible to look at.

He sat up a little bit.

He looked to his right.

The Hollywood sign bright and shiny told him he was in one of the most prestigious cities of the world.

Something triggered.

Chad gasped and suddenly his body was if it had just been hit by a wave of electricity.

He was in his feet within seconds.

"Sonny..." he remembered.

He was breathless.

He looked to his watch.

11:30 p.m.

"I didn't make it..."

But then he realized he was in Hollywood as opposing to his lab, or worse, the police station.

He looked more to his surroundings.

He had to be in some sort of alley.

He stepped into the busy street.

"Sir, what's today's date?"

"December 31st" a man in a dark navy suit answered.

"What year though?"

"You're crazy" the man said back and kept walking.

Of course he would look crazy if he asked what year it was.

He saw a pair of teenagers walk toward him.

"Miss," he said to the first one "what year is it?"

Both girls looked at each other with wide eyes.

"CHAD DYLAN COOPER!" they shrieked.

Oh yeah, he was in 2009.

The bad part was he had 30 minutes to get to Sonny and she was across the city.

Once the girls shrieked his name there were automatically 10 more surrounding him and jumping up and down.

He needed a car.

He tried to get to the street to signal a cab but there were 20 more now and he could barely move from where he was.

"Girls! GIRLS!" he screamed

"Who here has a car?"

"I do!" said the blonde who was trying to get his tie as souvenir to prove she had officially met THE Chad Dylan Cooper and would probably later on sell it on eBay for a couple of thousands.

Chad put on his worn signature smile and blew her a kiss as he looked intensely in her eyes.

The girl almost melted right there and then but had the good sense to handle him a key chain with almost a dozen keys and twice the amount of glittery stuff hanging from it.

"Thanks, sweetie" he said a flashed her another 'look'.

He made his way of the growing crowd thanks to the blond who surprisingly had great skills at kicking people out of the way.

He got in a pink buggy and the blond dragging along.

Oh great.

Which is the key? There's like a million here!"

"The pink one!" she told him.

"Of course" he said as he turned the key inside the ignition.

He speedily left half the tires on the concrete where they were parked as he noisily left.

He drove past the cars in the street as fast as lighting.

The girl beside him was obviously scared to death but thankfully hadn't complained.

The corner where the accident was about to happen was blurry and he could barely remember but he could probably find it.

He was so close.

He felt like something would just go wrong.

It was impossible he could be so near rescuing her.

His heart beat so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had a heart attack.

His hands shook as he tried to steer the car.

His hands were cold.

He turned on Fifth Avenue.

He had only minutes left.

He stepped harder on the accelerator.

"Hey watch it buddy!" the blond finally said.

He looked away for a second to give her a not-right-now look.

When he looked back to the road there was an average height, brunette crossing the street.

She fell to her knees as she hugged herself in pain.

Chad hit the break as the tires screeched hard not to hit her.

She looked his way as the headlights illuminated her to reveal a pair of brown eyes so familiar to him his heart almost stopped.