A/N; this chapter is a bit sad, and there is some topics discussed that people may not be comfortable with. Just a warning. Hope you all enjoy, read and review. ~

Chad's POV~

I can't believe her. I was really ticked. I was also really worried. What had Sonny read?

I grabbed the journal and stormed out of the room. Sonny tried to follow me, but I took much bigger strides. I walked to my tree house and climbed up it. I still couldn't believe she would do something like that. Sweet Sonny, that couldn't hurt a fly if she wanted to. I heard footsteps and looked out the window in the tree house.

"Chad? Are you up there?" She asked and started to climb of the ladder.

"No, go away." I sat in the corner, clutching the journal. Dang, I looked pathetic. Stupid Sonny for making CDC feel this way. Sonny's head appeared suddenly. "I don't want to talk to you." I stood up and sat down on the sofa.

"Look Chad, I'm sorry. I was just curious." She sat down next to me and I looked at the floor.

"Sonny, please just go." I bit my lip and looked at her. I was shocked to see tears in her eyes. She nodded and climbed down the tree house. I could feel my heart break worse the farther away she got.

Sonny's POV~

Just then, the phone rang. It was my mom. "Hey mom," I tried to sound cheerful, but I knew she could hear my sadness. "Are you back yet?"

"Yes, the trip was postponed. Where are you?" My mom's voice cheered me up a little.

"I'm at a friend's house. Can you come get me?" I asked, about to cry. I gave her the directions and hung up after she told me not to move. I sat down on the ground, brought my knees to my chest and rested my head on my arms. I started to cry, even though I really didn't want to.

Chad's POV~

I watched from the tree house as Sonny sat down and started crying. I felt horrible, even though she was the person in the wrong. It took all my willpower to not go down there and hug her. I just wanted time and space away from her.

I grabbed a pen and opened my journal, ready to pour my feelings into the page.

Sonny's POV~

Okay, so it's be a week since Chad's spoken with me. Everyone notices how down in the dumps I am. I just can't tell them why. It's all my fault, I know. Stupid me. I haven't been able to sleep without crying myself to sleep since. I don't know why he has this effect on me. I used to hate him. Yes, I have a crush on him; I've finally been able to admit it. Maybe, it's effecting me so much because I know what was on that first page of his journal diary thinger.

I was lounging around the prop room, when the door opened and in burst Tawni. I groaned.

"What do you want?" I covered up my face with a pillow. I heard someone else walk in. Removing the pillow, I saw the second person was Portlyn.

"We're fed up with you and Chad moping around set." Portlyn crossed her arms over her chest. Suddenly I smelled a faint vanilla scent. My heart felt a twinge of pain as I remembered Chad's house. My eyes started watering.

"What do you expect me to do about it? Chad's mad at me." I sniffled and hugged the pillow.

"Go talk to him!" Portlyn sighed angrily. I shook my head.

"He doesn't want to talk to me."

"Of course he does. Go talk to him." Tawni and Portlyn lifted me up and dragged me over to the Falls set. I dragged my feet, trying to get them to stop.

Chad heard the commotion and looked over. His face hardened and he stood up from the chair he was sitting on and walked out. "See? I told you he didn't want to talk to me."

Portlyn and Tawni continued to drag me towards him. "Guys, stop!" They threw my in a room and locked the door. I started banging on the door. "GUYS! LET ME OUT!" I sighed and sat on a couch that was in the room.

Chad's POV~

Why was she here? She obviously was dragged here by Portlyn and Blondie, but I still didn't want to talk or see her. It was so hard to avoid her for a week. Portlyn wouldn't shut up about me moping around. She didn't know the reason, I don't think.

I walked off angrily. Shortly after, I was grabbed. "Hey, no one touches Chad Dylan Cooper." I turned around to see Blondie and Portlyn. I groaned.

"What do you two airheads want?" I glared at them. I was not in the mood for this.

"You have to talk to Sonny. Everyone's noticed you two are moping around and sad." Blondie said, matter-of-factly. I got out of their grip. "I don't want to talk to her right now. I have nothing to say to her."

All of a sudden, I was being dragged by two airheads. I struggled to stop them but they wouldn't stop. They threw me into a room and locked the door.

I landed right on Sonny. This should be fun.

Sonny's POV~

I got up after Chad stood up. I bit my lower lip and looked at him.

"Munroe." He nodded and dusted himself off. I really hated the way he said that. Like, he didn't want to know me. My eyes started watering again and I sat down on the couch, curled up.

"They expect us to talk to each other, just so you know." I said, figuring Tawni and Portlyn shoved him in here. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. I was concerned, but I probably didn't look to good either. Not that he'd care, but anyway. He paced the room, trying to figure out how to get out.

He sighed and sat down next to me, after a few minutes of pacing. "What did you read in my journal?" I knew this was coming. I went over in my mind what I read.

"Well," I blushed, "I read that my strawberry perfume drives you insane and that I look sexy when I'm mad at you." I looked at him. He was looking at the floor. I could see his cheeks grow pink as I said this. I bit my lip, not wanting to say what else I read, but I knew he would ask if I read anything else.

"Anything else?" He sighed, hoping I didn't.

I nodded. "What else?" He asked. I shook my head. "I can't say. It hurts me just to know." I sobbed, hugging my body closer.

He hugged me tightly. "Just tell me, so I don't have to wonder. And so it won't be awkward." He kissed my head and I shivered. He grabbed a blanket and put it around me thinking I was cold. It was just his touch that was making me feel like this.

"I can't!" I sounded exhausted. He got up, really angry with me, and tried to open the door. Once he got it almost open, I grabbed his wrist. He tried to pull away, but I didn't let go. I ripped open his dress shirt arm and exposed the secret he had written in his journal, and what had haunted me.

There on his wrist, were tiny horizontal scars. I gasped as I saw a cut that was just starting to scab over.

"This is what I read, Chad." I showed him, even though I knew he already knew it was there.