Disclaimer:I do not own swac or sterling knight*oh sigh*

Okay guys this is my first ever fanfic so please dont be too harsh if it sucks.I've read nearly every swac fanfic on here so I thought why not give it a this will be multi chap. Well enjoy :)

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Sonny couldn't help but grin. They always had there daily bickering whether it was about something worth arguing or not.

Chad loved to get under her skin and generally just loved spending time with her,even if it was just to argue about something that didn't even matter.

"Ughh!! I can't take this anymore! Every hour of the day you two are arguing it's driving me crazy!I can't keep up my prettiness with all this noise" exclaimed a very annoyed Tawni that had just walked into her dressing room."Why can't you two admit you like each other and …." Tawni stopped speaking as she spotted her reflection in the mirror "See what this is doing to me! My hair is all out of place!"

"Eeew, why would I like a conceited jerk-face like the "Oh so great CDC"" said sonny slightly gagging at the thought of Tawni even thinking that.

"Yeah, and Chad Dylan Cooper does not associated with...Randoms" said Chad,scrunching up his nose in disgust.

"Well then, I need my Tawni time so will you two take your flirting *cough*I mean arguing somewhere else!I can practically feel the dirt clogging my pretty pores. And when I don't look pretty I don't act pretty so take it outside"

Chad and Sonny practically ran out of the room. They did not want to get on the wrong side of an unpretty Tawni-oh no they did not.

Chad's POV

Why can't I get that stupid chuckle city chuckler out of my head. The way she walks and the way her shiny hair bounced side to side when she takes a step.

He loved how her vibrant smile brightened his day when she walked into a her sweet strawberry lip gloss smelt when she took a breath.

Wait what am I thinking! She's a random, the enemy.I hate her

Then why do I feel a spark every time we touch?

Sonny's POV

Why can't I stop thinking about that annoying jerkthrob!The way he says my name in his smooth sexy voice and the way I want to run my hands through his shiny golden locks. She loved how his cool breath felt on her cheek when he spoke and made her blush scarlet red.

Wait what!? He is a spoilt jerk, the rival. I hate him

Then why do I feel butterflies in my stomach every time he's near?