Okay, dear readers – if there are any left – without further delay, here is the next chapter. This quick update must be a record for me! And no matter what the title suggests, this is not a chapter from an acting school textbook or something :P

Ladies Vs CDC

Chapter 18 – Emotions, Indifference, Acting, & Confusion


Two hours after the whole nightclub party thing, I'm sitting comfortably on the couch in my cosy mini-home, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the silence. I love this place – it's my second home (literally), and I come here whenever I feel too lonely in the massiveness of my mansion, or if I can't get there for whatever reason. It's got a more homely feel to it, which I like, and this place is closer to downtown – my mansion, however, is in more of a residential area; it's surrounded by other houses in the middle of nowhere. Me no likey.

I put my feet up on the mahogany coffee table, and begin to chuckle. Who would've thought I could pull something like this off? I mean, you'd think these girls would have some kind of plan. And even if they did, I sure wouldn't expect someone as responsible as Sonny to be so careless and let me find out exactly what she was up to. I saw her earlier, when I was out celebrating my freedom; she looked like she was going to explode with jealousy and burst into tears when she saw me.

But do you want to know a little secret about my marriage proposal to her, earlier today? Well, it's all part of my plan to get back at the girls who thought they could use Sonny to get revenge on me. With that, I'd assumed she'd say yes and then I'd be the one breaking her heart before she could break mine… Obviously, that didn't quite work. Yeah, that's why I was sad – because she outsmarted me. That's the only reason. Pfft, it's not like it hurt me when she said no! I think I've succeeded anyway, if the look on her face when she saw me at the nightclub is any indication of her feelings. Good.

Now here I am, thinking of a way to get back with her, and show those bitches that two can play at this game. Or in this case, five! The game is fun, and I must be the winner, no matter what I have to do to them to get there.

All of a sudden, I hear the doorbell ring. Since the housemaid isn't here – she's at the mansion, and she isn't ever allowed to come here – I have to drag my lazy butt over to the door to see who it is. I gasp when I see Sonny standing there. How did she find out about this place? I never brought her here when we were in a so-called 'relationship'.

"Hi, Chad…" she says – her voice is soft, and her tone sounds hesitant, like she might be afraid of me. I stare at her, but it's not because she looks so pretty in the evening light that I can't stop myself. Well, she does, and I can't, but I glare at her in more of an accusing, angry way, because technically I should be mad at her for rejecting my proposal. Well, I kind of am mad, really – how could she possibly say no to me? After all, I am perfect. But for now, I have a plan in mind. Time for some more acting!

"What do you want?" I ask, feigning anger. I cross my arms and start staring at my feet, which I shuffle awkwardly, in what I hope looks like an upset stance. She needs to think I'm really upset, and mad at her.

"I want to apologise. I want to tell you how honestly sorry I am for what I said to you earlier, and you need to know the truth," she replies. Ah, I didn't even have to do anything! I love how stupid this girl is.

"Hmm," I mumble, and turn, "Come in. It's getting kinda cold out there."

Sonny follows me into the living room, and I flop back down on the couch. She remains standing, and I look from her to the other couch, gesturing to her to sit. She does exactly that, not looking comfortable at all – she's literally slipping off the edge of my comfy couch cushions, awkwardly wringing her wrists and not shifting her gaze from the carpet below our feet.

"So? What did you want to tell me?" I ask. She begins to tell me everything I already know, about their plan and everything. She even tells me all of the three girls' stories, which they'd told her before starting their plan, and I laugh. I'm surprised to hear that they all still remember our encounters – I'd actually started to forget about them completely.

"…And I came here to tell you that I'm so, so sorry, Chad. I didn't want to do it at first, but the girls told me what you'd done to them, and you seemed like such a jerk! I felt like I had to do something. I didn't know you'd turn out to be such a great guy… And that proposal? Those were some of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me. You're so sweet, and I really wish I hadn't done what I did… That's why I had to say no to you – because of the plan. I couldn't possibly say yes; the girls would've killed me! But now I'm here, telling you I'm sorry for everything I did and…" She stops speaking suddenly, and I wonder what she was going to say.

"Oh… Is that all?" I ask. She hasn't told me her real name yet. I already know it, but I want the whole truth from her.

"No. There's more… My real name isn't Allie. It's Sonny. Sonny Munroe." She smiles. How can she smile at a time like this?!

"I hope that's all," I sigh, crossing my arms again, "So, uh… How do you really feel about me?"

"It is. And well, I, um… I love you," she whispers, "And I really hope you can forgive me. If you don't mind me asking; how do you feel about me?"

"I don't know. I know that I'm definitely in love with Allie, but I'm not sure about Sonny. Who knows how much of that stuff you said and did when we were supposedly in a relationship was genuine?" I say dramatically, putting on the expression of a confused lover with a broken heart. Not that it's ever happened to me before – I've only seen it in movies, and now I'm regretting not becoming an actor because I've just recently realised how amazing I am at this stuff.

"Look, Chad, the only thing I ever lied to you about was my name and my backstory. I faked nothing when it came to personality, or how I feel about you," she says. She's giving me this adorable teary-eyed 'I love you and don't want to lose you' look that almost makes me melt – until I catch myself.

You're Chad Dylan Cooper. You don't fall for girls – they fall for you. They fall at your feet and beg for you to love them because you're just so amazing. Great, now I feel better about myself. Thanks, conscience. You're welcome! I was being sarcastic, you idiot. Huh. You're so annoying. I can never tell when you're being serious and when you're joking. Go away, you irritating dude!Bye!

"Oh," I say, in reply to Sonny, "Then I guess it's the real you I love."

"So, can we start over?" she asks hopefully.

"Yeah. We can…" I reply.

"That's great!" Sonny smiles, and I smile back at her, "Chad, this place is nice and all, but do you have a restroom here?" (Restroom is American for toilet/bathroom, for those who don't know! Such a funny word :P)

"Nah, I don't. I poop out in the backyard," I say jokingly, and she looks horrified. So then I add, "Just kidding. Upstairs, first door on the right."

She smiles, and stands up, heading in the direction of the stairs, as I resume doing what I was doing before she arrived – staring at the ceiling.

All of a sudden, I hear a scream from upstairs, another scream, and then Sonny's voice shrieking, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

This is not good. They're probably going to rip each other's heads off!

Oh, oops. I forgot to tell you one little thing… Remember how Sonny saw me with some girl, at the nightclub?

Yeah, uh, that girl was Tawni.

Meheheheh, I will say no more… ;)