CPOV

My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to my surroundings. Everything was green, red, or some other kind of flower color. There was a pond right next to me, and beside it were some rocks. Oh. I was in the clearing.

Huh. I must have fallen asleep. My neck was stiff from leaning on the tree, and I had dirt all over my designer clothes, which were either wrinkled or ripped in most places. Who knew one night out could do this to a person?

Suddenly, memories started sinking into my brain again, remembering every single detail that took place last night. The bet. Sonny. Crying. Then coming here.

I frowned. Life was supposed to be filled with happiness and surprises, but right now it seemed like all of that had just drained out of my fate.

I slowly got up, ignoring my back pains. I had pain killers in my dressing room, and luckily the studio was a fair walking distance away. While I walked, I tried to shake out all of the memories from last night, but they wouldn't go away. It was like a boomerang, no matter which way you fly it, it still soars back to you. Stupid boomerang.

When I got to the studio and went inside, everybody was staring at me as if I had three heads. Oh, come on! Like they have never seen a messed up Chad Dylan Cooper before!

But I suddenly realized that I wasn't messed up. I was heartbroken. Torn. Broken.

When I got to my dressing room, I spotted Portlyn in the hallway and she looked at me curiously.

"What happened to you? You look like you slept in the woods last night!"

"You have no idea." I mumbled, and shut my door. Yes, Portlyn was my only costar that was actually my REAL friends, but I wasn't in the mood for her right now. I plumped down on my couch and sighed. Life stinks.

My laptop was right next to me, so I turned it on and I was face to face with a picture of me and Sonny as my background. I slammed the lid shut and tossed it on the couch opposite me. This was all too much. I even had about 30 pictures of or including her just on my walls. Then there were the albums.

My door chucked open, and I jumped in fright. Damn, I forgot to lock it. Just like me.

I looked up, and met a pair of eyes you would cry from. Blonde perfectly combed hair was matching to it, but it would never be as pretty's as Sonny's.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?" Tawni yelled, making me shrink into the couch. I didn't need this. I didn't do anything.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked innocently.

She glared at me. "Sonny." She snapped. "She isn't answering her phone, and the one time she did answer, she was crying. She kept telling me, I'll miss you, Tawni. Just that. She didn't ay anything else. Well, except that she told me to give you a message."

I stared at her, dumbfounded. Why would Sonny want to leave a message? Couldn't she just text me, even if we did have a fight.

"Well? What is it?"

"Well," she hesitated. "She told me to tell you that she' sorry for whatever she did. And that she never knew about the bet, so you must have gotten her mixed up with someone else." Her lip suddenly started quivering. "She also told me, well, that you were the best thing that ever happened to her, and that she was going to miss you more than anyone."

"Miss me? Why?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know. But all I know is, if Sonny stays like this, then I don't think she's coming back." My stomach churned. Sonny wasn't coming back She didn't know about the bet? She'll miss me? It was all to much, and on top of that, Tawni burst out into tears.

"Chad, you've got to find her. I've got this bad feeling."

But she was too slow. I was already out the door with my jacket and phone before she could finish her sentence.