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Here is my new fanfic that I've legit been working on for forever. This story is a little different from anything else I've written because... well. It's just different. In a good way, I hope!

P.S. I plan for this fic to be even twistier than my other one! ;)

P.S.S. You all need to read the A/N at the end of this chapter, it's important.

Enjoy! I don't own anything but the plot line!

i'm sorry, mother... i'm sorry, i let you down

Being the new girl sucked.

Absolutely fucking sucked.

Not only was she arriving in the middle of the first semester but she left so abruptly that she didn't even say goodbye to her best friend or her mom.

It was for the best, she supposed.

Ally grumbled as she thought of the plane ride. She had been situated between an odorous, fat old man with a beard longer than her hair and a pregnant woman who constantly looked as if she were ready to give birth.

Not to mention the fucking kid who kept kicking her goddamn chair.

Ally pulled her luggage into a little building at the end of the cul-de-sac where a subdivision of dorms were located.

Ally already checked in with the admin. Her classes started tomorrow. For now, she was free to do whatever her mind pleased.

The University of Miami bustled with young adults left and right. Ally only knew two people in the entire state of Florida; her dad and that girl Trish who just showed her to her dorm. The admin were cool, but she'd rather not relive that experience again.

Her dorm was identical to all the rest in her subdivision of on-campus homes. Only she didn't have to share it with a roommate. There were no other students that needed dorms at this time.

The interior was decorated with furniture Ally assumed was in every other dorm. She glanced around the small but spacious room. Two beds, two closets, a shared cabinet with a window looming over it, two desks and a rug occupied the room. The beds, closets and desks were placed on opposite walls. Ally instinctively walked over to the left side of the room.

She unpacked her luggage; her clothes into the closet, her stationary on the desk, her books in the cabinet. Ally decided to only occupy one of the closets and only one side of the cabinet, however. She didn't want to be selfish.

Ally's unpacking-flow stopped when reached a black garbage bag. A piece of duct tape was slapped on the front. It was labelled.

OFF LIMITS.

Ally quickly stuffed that back into her luggage and zipped the suitcase shut. She pushed the case under her bed. Satisfied, Ally stood up and clapped her hands together, ridding imaginary dust.

Now she was going to go out and make some friends.

Actually, scratch that.

She wasn't ready to face the world yet.

The beginning of sophomore year had already been fucked up. Sophomore year of college was supposed to be when the wild times happen. Yet, the first half of the first semester back in New York had been goddamn tragic. She was glad she's thousands of miles away now.

Ally didn't bother to change out of her clothes; a complex gray blouse and darker gray jeans matching with a pair of black flats. She left her dorm, locking the door behind her. She twirled the key around her finger once before stuffing it into her pocket.

She wished she had a car. Then she could go out into the city and explore. She had never been to Miami, despite the fact her dad lived here.

However, as soon as Ally counted thirty-three steps from her dorm she stopped dead in her tracks. Glancing in her direction was that Trish girl who escorted her to her dorm earlier.

Ally calmed her breathing and offers a small wave.

The girl waved back.

Progress.

Ally decided this girl wasn't the devil and walked over to her. She took her time, because Trish had returned to talking to her companion.

Ally stopped in front of Trish, glad the other girl suddenly disappeared down the hall and into another dorm. "Hi. Trish right?"

"You got it," the curly-haired girl said with a grin. "And you're Ally. How are you liking your dorm so far? You have it all to yourself, you lucky duck."

Ally blushed because she wasn't expecting her to be so nice. "It's great. And how are you enjoying your dorm? You've got a roommate to protect you from the monsters at night," she said teasingly. Trish wrinkled her nose.

"Well, now that you're all settled in, how about I show you the rest of campus?"

"That would be great, thanks."

While they walk, Ally learned Trish's dorm is just three down from hers, that she had a brother still in high school and that she'd rather be robbing banks than studying business management.

"It's much less tedious than four years of work and tests."

They continued walking.

Trish started, "This is a single subdivision of dorms on campus in the residence hall. I'm guessing you already know where the others are since you've passed by them on the way in." Trish continues down the hallway. "Girls and guys are separated, of course. Sorry to burst any bubbles."

"No bubbles harmed," Ally reassured Trish. The Latina flashed her a wink. Ally followed in suit, observing the artwork in frames in the wall.

"You can have visitors though," Trish said, winking at her again. They continued walking down the hall. "Communal bathrooms," Trish said, pointing towards the opening in the wall. "One at the other end of the hall, too."

Trish passed a big room with the door wide open. Ally raised her eyebrows but didn't say much. They walk out of the building into the heart of UM. "Outside of the dorms," Trish explained.

"Kinda got that," she deadpanned, clicking her tongue.

Trish led the way around the plain where Ally saw a bunch of students milling around. Some had binders open on the grass in a study group, while others sat under the shade of a tree and texted the day away. Ally's eyes wander over to a group of boys playing football in muscle tees. She quickly swallowed before looking away.

It's been far too long since she's last had a good one.

Fucking asshole.

Ally followed Trish to the main buildings of the school. Trish showed her the library that was closest to her and the dining hall most convenient for her. "But the west dining hall usually has the best food. Chef Krum makes the best cookies."

"Noted."

They passed the lecture halls, the track field, another large field with picnic tables and finally the parking lot. "The parking lot is usually where a lot of things get stolen and whatnot. If you have a car I suggest you lock it up real good."

"Are we allowed to leave campus after hours?" Ally asked. She isn't clear on the ground rules of her new education facilities. Although, she could have guessed they were the same like back in New York, she wanted to test the strings. Trish shook her head, however.

"Only on weekends. And for emergencies," she said. Then, the Latina lowered her voice, using a hand as a screen. "If you sneak out, I suggest Wednesdays."

Ally broke into a grin slowly. "Why Wednesdays?"

"Apparently, it's when students have the most classes. No one sneaks out in the middle of the week anyway."

Ally Dawson wasn't no one.

Trish allowed her lead the way back to her dorm. They passed by the huge room with the door open again. "What's this?" Ally asked. She peeked a head inside before Trish can answer.

"Common room," Trish said. "Instead of having people visit your dorm directly they can meet you in the common room."

"Can we go inside?" Ally asked. She doesn't know why she's asking permission when the girl literally just stated that it's free for anyone to step inside. Trish nodded her head.

Ally stepped inside of the common room. People were talking to one another and laughing and lounging around. Ally spied a little pool table in the middle of the room. A TV hung on the wall beside it. Bright, neon beanbag chairs surrounded a table near the back of the room. More couches caught her eye.

"Neat," she said.

Ally was tired of being cheery towards Trish. Her energy had been used up with all that walking and remembering all the little things Trish had said. But because Trish had been nothing but nice and good to her, she continued to be interested in the little things.

Trish led her to one of the beanbag chairs. Ally plopped down, grateful to finally be sitting after an estimated forty minutes of walking.

"Classes start tomorrow?" Trish asked.

"Yeah."

"What are you studying?"

"English," she replied. "A major in English and maybe a minor in political science," Ally said, thinking critically.

Trish frowns. "Maybe?"

"See, I also want to be a marine biologist," she said. "It's kind of stupid but-"

"No way! I think you should make that a goal."

"I'm still deciding if I should lean more towards political sciences or marine biology. I'm like," Ally paused, collecting her thoughts. "Sixty percent with political science and like forty with marine bio."

That's not the entire story.

She actually adored marine biology way more than political science.

The entire story included her fucking ex-boyfriend and his stupid words that that she listened to. And his dream that she wanted to be a part of that left no room for a marine biologist. And the fact that he liked clownfish best because it was Nemo.

Clownfish.

"Take marine bio if you have time," Trish said. "I bet you'll be a great marine biologist one day. I mean, if you haven't become the president yet." The dark-haired girl winked.

"When I'm president and you rob a bank, I'll be sure to let you off with a warning," Ally said, winking back. She couldn't wink. It was an awkward feeling on her face.

That was an understatement only certain males knew of.

"Well, I best be going," Trish said. "I got an assignment due tomorrow morning." The Latina stands up. Ally realized she has growing fond of the girl. Her humorous attitude, her striking confidence and standout clothing. "See you around, Ally."

"See you," she echoed. Trish disappeared down the hallway. Ally sat in the beanbag chair for a while before deciding to get up. She let her face fall.

Ally walked back to her dormitory, unlocking the door and closing it behind her. It was barely noon and she didn't have anything better to do.

She had made no friends other than Trish. She hated her dorm already, hated the thought of marine biology, hated the fact that she doesn't have a roommate, hated the boys playing football right outside her window.

God-fucking-damn it.

Ally walked over to the in the center of the back wall and closed the blinds.

Ally sat on her bed, took off her shoes and closed her eyes. One, two, three... She counted to calm herself down. That was what her therapist said worked best, anyway.

Four, five, six...

Ally imagined those guys playing football again. How defined their arms were when they threw the football. And how nice their smiles were, and the swoop of their hair. And how their shirts were totally asking to be ripped off their bodies.

Seven, eight, nine...

Ally took a deep breath.

Ten.

All better.

Even though she had walked enough today, Ally decided to check out the library. She wanted to scourge for an interesting novel to read. Ally got up off the bed and retraced her footsteps out the door and down the corridor.

She made it back outside, avoiding the field of college guys throwing around a football. She wandered over to the library, huffing at the heat.

New York wasn't this hot.

She brokes her own promise and her eyes wandered over to the field.

Definitely not this hot.

Ally raced inside the library facility. She was instantly grateful for the air-conditioned state the moment she stepped foot into the building.

Immediately she found the non-fiction section. She was a sucker for biology. Especially marine biology.

Ally grabbed a few books. She got her issued library card tomorrow when classes started. So for now, she just decided to enjoy them at the back table of the library. Ally mentally squealed. All these new books she had never read before. All sitting in front of her, ready to be read.

But as she started to read, she became bored. Extremely bored. She didn't have ADHD-which she thought she had for a period of time- but she just couldn't focus on the diagram of a manatee in front of her.

So she placed the books back into their respective places on the shelves and left the library. Where next? She had an entire day to kill.

If only she had a car. She could ride into the city and check it out for herself.

Or visit her dad.

Haha, very funny.

She was supposed to drop by her dad's place before checking into UM. Only, she didn't. She didn't because she despised her dad. The dad that left and only occasionally sends Christmas cards spelling her name with an ie instead of a y.

Ally was back in her dorm, on the bed and thinking. She had an entire day before her classes started, she had nowhere to go, nothing to do and was bored out of her mind.

She contemplated the meaning of life for a bit before deciding to back out of that topic.

Bored was a new feeling for her. Back in New York on a Tuesday like this, she would have been skipping a class to head out with her ex-boyfriend to some park alley to do some things that would keep her occupied for the next four hours.

She shut out the memory immediately as she thought about it. She came to Miami to get away from that.

But now she was too worked up over the mere thought of her old life that she started to hyperventilate. Ally took quick breaths, fanning her hands over her face to create air. It was too fucking hot and everything was too fucking wrong.

She counted to ten again.

She was bored.

So she decided to knock on Trish's door.

Ally remembered Trish's dorm. Three down from hers. Ally counted three doors as she walked before stopping in front of a cream-coloured door. It was identical to the rest.

Ally knocked once.

Twice.

Three times.

Trish opened the door.

"Ally!" The Latina exclaimed. "Come in, come in." She ushered Ally in. The brunette hadn't even uttered a word yet.

"Trish," she started as the Latina closes the door. "I'm bored. What do you do around here when you're bored?" Ally allowed the words out of her mouth.

"Bored?" asked Trish. Then she laughed. "Honey, around here, bored is a rare occasion. The amount of homework? And I'm only taking like, two classes a day," Trish mused. "Tough luck."

Ally groaned. "I checked out the library but I just couldn't focus on the books or anything and like," she paused. "You're my only friend so. Couldn't do much about that either."

Trish laughed. She pulled out her phone. "Maybe my number will help reassure you about that friend thing."

The two girls exchanged phone numbers.

Ally tipped her head to the side as Trish thinks. "Have you ever played pool before?"

She recalled the pool table in the middle of the common room. She shook her head, a little embarrassed. "Never."

The Latina stood up. She motioned for Ally to follow her out of her dorm. "Since this paper is going nowhere, I think I should teach you how to play pool."

Ally blinked. She was bored, but not ready to embarrass herself in front of her new friend. Possibly the only one she'll have for a while. "Haha, funny," she tried nervously.

Trish rolled her eyes. "C'mon." Ally gave in and followed obediently behind Trish. Trish walked down the hall and entered the common room; Ally in suit.

"I know you said you've never played pool before but honestly, it's not that hard." Trish grabbed one of the two pool sticks on the table. She tossed Ally one. Ally fumbled with the thing before it comes to a rest in her hands.

She sighed; half out of relief and half out of nervousness.

"So what do you know about pool?" Trish was resting with her stick parallel to the ground, her hand on top of the stick.

Ally tried to copy her. "You use the stick to hit the ball and then the other balls go into different holes. Or, that's the goal, at least."

Trish nodded her head approvingly. "Essentially, that's the goal, yes." Then she went over thirty other rules Ally didn't even know pool had. Ally's head was spinning by the time Trish started setting up for a game.

They played a game of pool.

Ally lost, of course.

And after, when they were resting in the beanbag chairs Ally learned a little more about Trish. She was taking a few performing arts courses just for her love of performing and screenplay. Ally told her that she was considering getting a job soon to save up for a car.

"I suggest the Melody Diner just a few blocks off campus," Trish started. "And no, not because I work there myself," said the Latina, hiding a smile.

Ally laughed. She was about to reply when she's interrupted by a moan.

A moan?

Quick as lightning, both girls swivelled their heads to the side. The beanbag chairs curved towards the table at the back of the room. Behind the beanbag chairs was a long table with tall chairs. A bookshelf rested against the wall behind that.

On a tall chair sat a blond.

He was tall and broad-shouldered with nice, defined arms under a dark blue t-shirt. He had long legs covered in dark, black jeans and a chain that slumped against the seat from his back pocket. His dirty shoes matched his dirty and wild hair.

On the blond sat a girl.

She was petite with straight blonde hair. Ally didn't bother going over her clothing. She didn't know where each article of clothing started or where it even stopped.

Ally wrinkled her nose in disgust. The two blonds were making out. The blond slipped his hand under the girl's shirt. Ally stuck her tongue out before turning away. A moan pierces the air.

"Jesus Christ," Ally muttered. Even Trish looked uncomfortable. "Who's the dingo with a dick and the unlucky chick?"

"Yeah," said the Latina slowly. "That's Austin Moon and his girl of the week."

"Girl of the week?" asked Ally, still trying to block out the sex tape noises.

"I don't even know," Trish sighed. "But one thing's for sure, she's a freshman and he's a sophomore taking advantage of her."

"I've heard worse," said Ally. College did mean hooking up.

"I assure you, nothing is worse than Austin Moon," Trish grumbled. "He's the labelled residential bad boy. Frankly, the title suits him." After a moment Trish added, "He's dangerous and I suggest you stay away from him."

If she were still in New York, Ally would have defied Trish's request before it even came out of her mouth. However, now that she was in Miami; her life started over. She had a clean history, a fresh face and no intention of getting into any trouble.

So she listened to Trish.

"Why?"

But not without reason, of course.

Trish opened her mouth to reply to Ally but a deep voice made both girls jump. "You two talking about me?"

Both girls turned their heads around. Ally caught sight of the blond's face more clearly now. High cheek bones, sharp jaw, piercing brown eyes and straight yet crooked teeth.

He was different.

"No."

"Yes."

Trish and Ally answered at the same time.

Trish gave Ally a look of pure astonishment. Ally just shook her head. "Stop making the soundtrack of the entire damn room sound like a porn video."

Behind her, Ally heard Trish's hand cover her mouth.

The tall blond glared at her with his deep brown eyes. Austin let the girl down off his lap, tapping her on the ass as she scampered off. The girl fixed her skirt as she went. He got up off the chair and walked over to the two. Ally's thoughts scrambled like eggs. He's fucking six feet tall.

"Sweetie, if you knew what a porn video sounded like you'd know for sure that ain't it," said Austin. He looked her up and down for a second. "Though, if we're on the topic of porn, I'd like to know when you're free."

Ally snorted. Was this guy for real? "In your dreams, blondie."

"Come on, it'll be quick and fast and then you'll get bragging rights for the rest of the week." His lazy slur made Ally roll her eyes.

"You're fucking disgusting," she told him.

"Only one of the many nicknames I have," Austin said, giving her a half-grin. He looked so nonchalant. She couldn't believe he could be such a sleazy rat.

Behind her, Ally heard Trish get up. "Well, this was fun and all. See you around, Ally." Trish practically ran out of the room. Ally huffed.

Ally's blood was still boiling, however. She waves to Trish as the Latina dashed away. Austin lets out a low whistle, though it wasn't directed at Trish. If it was, Ally wasn't sure what she would have done.

"So, how's about you and I grab a bite and we can talk about that porn video?" asked Austin. He ran a hand through his unruly blond hair, his knuckles catching on some knots.

Ally stuck her tongue out as she stands up. She barley reached his shoulder with her black flats on. Goddamn it. "I suggest you stop being a little rat before your girlfriend finds out."

Austin tipped his head to the side. "Cassidy? Sweetheart, she won't mind."

"Do not call me sweetheart," she snapped. For one thing, if he really knew her, she wasn't sure sweetheart was an appropriate nickname. For another, he was a fucking asshole. She prepared to briskly walk away from him when he steps into her direct line of pace. Ally glared at him. "Excuse me?"

Austin blinked. He lowered his head until he was staring right at her from her height. Ally held his gaze. His eyes were as wild as his hair. The longer she held his gaze, the harder it was to keep it. "What's your name?"

Ally Don't-Wanna-Deal-With-You Dawson.

"Ally," she said. He was still holding her gaze.

"I think sweetheart would suit you better," The blond snickerd. "I've never seen you around here before."

"It's called moving. Something you do when you're done with shit." She tried walking around him again. He didn't budge.

Austin straightened. Ally let out a small breath of relief. "Austin," he said, introducing himself as if they hadn't just talked about adultery without knowing each other's names.

Ally opened her mouth to say something when Austin suddenly grinned. It caught her off guard. His teeth, albeit not perfect, complemented his lips and dimples. When he smiled, he looked a little less rough and maybe a little tolerable.

But she was in a different state and city now. She couldn't keep thinking like this.

"You're very pretty, princess," he said nonchalantly. Ally blinked away her thoughts.

"Don't call me princess, either," Ally said, but didn't comment on the pretty. She disagreed, but realized the more she spoke, the more he pushed and prodded at her.

"I've never had a brunette who's as fiery as a redhead," Austin commented. He cocked his head to the side. She was wondering why she was still facing him and not back in her dorm rethinking her decision to move to Texas.

"First of all, you've never had me," she stated. "Second, do not categorize women like that. Brunettes can be fiery. Redheads don't necessarily have to be fiery."

Austin seemed to be enjoying her anger. "Yeah? Tell me more, Feminist of the Year."

"Don't you have something better to do rather than waste my time? Why don't you go chase after that girlfriend of yours?"

Austin tipped his head to the side, his eyes going innocently wide. "I know a few things that big mouth of yours would be better at."

Ally tried to slide around him after that snarky comment but he blocked her way again by sliding to the right. "Jesus Christ, leave me alone."

"Not until you give me your number," he said, licking his lips. As he talked, she slipped behind him. Austin pouted at her while she walked away from him, backwards.

"You want my number?" She asked, still backing away slowly.

"I'd give you a few number of hours we could spend together." Austin whipped out his phone from his back pocket. A piece of paper slipped out of his back pocket along with a straw wrapper.

"Eight, oh, hell no," she started. "One, seven, don't bother me aga-in." She said 'again' in a way so it rhymed with seven. Austin frowned. "Five, three, buh-bye, sweetie."

And then she was out the door as Austin was thinking about what number hell was.

Ally made it back to her dorm. She slammed the door and sat on her bed, not bothering to take her shoes off. She sighed, putting her head in her hands. She counted to ten and slowly took deep breaths, replenishing her lungs of air.

Being the new girl sucked.

Absolutely fucking sucked.

Ok.

If you have been following me on twitter you may know that the rating of this fanfic may change throughout the course of me writing it. Just putting a warning out there in advance 'cause I've got stuff planned. ;)

Annnnnnnnd I half-edited this and it took me two days to change it from present tense to past tense. I tried writing in present but I couldn't do it. It's making the other chapters harder to write. So I spent two days changing all the is to was.

ALSO if you want to listen to the song that fits the chapter (which is gonna be the title of each chapter), be my guest. If you wanna scan over the lyrics too... ;)

Thanks for reading! Please leave a review and tell me what you think!