AN: Hey! Sorry this is kinda short. :( Alright, gotta make this note kinda short. This chapter goes to Tonight by FM Static. Not sure if I used this song already. Oh well. :D Byes!

Chapter 9

He shuts the door in my face, leaving me breathless. His words ringing in my ears, I am left in his dressing room by myself. Tears steaming down my cheeks, I bend over to pick up the small black wristlet that lay on the floor. I pick it up, giving it a long glance before I slip it into my pocket. I rise from the floor and sigh to myself, his harsh, nearly confusing words echoing as I walk out.

"Next time I leave, give me enough time to get over you." This meant a few things, I decide, shutting his dressing room door. One, I knew that this means he knows. He knows everything. I walk through the Mackenzie Falls set, seeing a certain Mackenzie on the walk past the filming of the drama. Chad looks to me, our eyes meeting for a moment. This causes me to wipe my eyes, attempting to hide the fact that my mascara is trailing down my face.

I break our eye contact, not wishing to cry more at the simple sight of him. I pick up my pace, forcing myself to focus on dissecting his words.

"Next time I leave, give me enough time to get over you," it rings in my mind once more, sounding worse with each time. I think for a minute, taking each word into consideration. The second thing I can decode was that he isn't over me, which gives me mixed thoughts. So he still likes me at the very least. I wonder why he hadn't emailed me then, if he still wants to be friends.

With my cast all out to lunch, I'm alone in my frustration. For such a drama queen, he could really be dramatic. I run my fingers through my dyed hair, trying once more to decipher his words. The only thing I can manage to uncover after a few minutes is that Chad didn't get over me, whatever he means by that. He missed me after all those years, which I could agree that the feeling was mutual. But he is angry with me for that. As if he blames me for his misery of him leaving. As if he blames me for giving him the feeling of loss or regret.

I shake my head, trying to clear it of thoughts. It doesn't work of course, so I head to the cafeteria for some fro-yo. I wonder where my cast is, thinking that they could help me get my mind off of everything. I reach the cafeteria with my stomach growling a bit. A growl then comes from the back of my throat, seeing the cafeteria was completely empty except for a single actor. Of course, Chad is grabbing an apple from the buffet.

I decide to try to avoid him and just try to get myself some yogurt. I walk as casually as I can to the machine and start pouring the cream into a bowl. Not noticing me yet, I smile. I hope to leave the cafeteria before he does. Of course that's not the case, as he turns to face me. I turn my head back to my frozen treat, trying to evade his ocean blue eyes.

"Hey Sonny," he says aloud. My eyes widen and I almost drop my bowl of ice cream.

"Don't talk to me," I whisper, not sure if want him to hear my words or not. He looks to me with a sad expression.

"Look, Allison," he begins; using the taboo name as he started to speak to me in a soft, calm voice. "I'm sorry for-"

"I hate you," I mumble, knowing he hears it no matter how low my voice was. His eyes widen as mine had, almost dropping the fruit in his palm. His expression depressed, his eyebrows creasing.

"What?" he speaks in a muffled tone, almost sounding as if trying to hide his despair. It didn't work as I could read him like a book. My anger rose, the lump in my throat growing a bit.

"I hate you, Chad Dylan Cooper!" I shriek, using his Hollywood name in disgust. He winces at his artificial name. "You break all your promises." He is taken back from this, his face turning red.

"I'm sorry, I just-" he stops himself mid-sentence. "What?" he says, his voice lowering, his eyes looking to the floor.

"You changed, Goldfarb."