(A/N: Hey guys! I am extremely excited about this story and I can't wait for you guys to read it! I actually attempted to write an actual book based on this plot, but I never finished it, so I converted it to an auslly fanfic! This is all written in Austin's POV, but there might be a point where I stick Ally's POV somewhere. I hope you all enjoy this!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally, and I am only saying it once.
Austin's POV
There are many terrible days in the year. Some of them are obvious, like Mondays, or Friday the thirteenth. Others are hidden, like the days you found out you got an F on that math test, or the day your puppy dies. But there is always that one day that overpowers them all.
That day, in fact, is the first day of school.
There is nothing worse than waking up on that day and realizing you can't sleep in. It is absolutely annoying. I hate waking up at 6:30.
It is also the day you learn all the rules of the school. You don't do anything but get taught rules. Rules are boring! Who follows them anyway?
You also get the pleasure of seeing people you wish you never had to see again, but you're obligated to see them in school. You have to say hi to everyone and act like you missed them all. Guess what? If I don't know your last name, don't expect me to miss you!
Yes, the worst day of the year is by far the first day of school. And believe it or not, that day is today.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My alarm clock buzzed for the fourth time this morning. Thank God for the snooze button.
I am about to slam down the button for the fifth time today when my mom bursts in the room.
"Austin Monica Moon!" she screams. "Mom!" I moan. "I thought I told you to never mention my middle name!" She just taps her foot with a stern expression on her face. "You do realize it is seven o'clock," she says, pointing at my clock. I whip my head around and see that she is correct. Shit! The bus leaves at 7:20!
I spring out of bed and run into the bathroom. I start the shower and put it on full heat. When I see the steam, I strip from my clothes and go in. The hot water runs down my back as I quickly shampoo. I finish in a record of two minutes. I jump out, dry myself and rush into my room. I open my drawers and take out ripped jeans, a Hollister t-shirt (blue), my dog tag and socks. I get dressed as fast as possible and comb my hair, which was still sopping from the shower. I lace up my Nikes and run down stairs.
My mom is sitting at the table, drinking coffee and my dad is probably at work, like always. I glance at the clock. It reads 7:15. Better get going. I kiss my mom on her cheek and turn to go. I race out the door and down the block to where Dez and Trish were waiting at the bus stop.
"Hey guys!" I said, a yawn escaping my mouth. "Hey," Dez said sleepily, and Trish just nodded. We aren't morning people, okay?
We talked for a little while, exchanged schedules (I have no classes with them), and almost fell asleep before the bus came barreling down the corner. We all filed in, and I took my usual seat in the very back.
We were at the last bus stop before we got to school, when a huge flock of teenagers came on the bus. I prayed there would be enough seats so I didn't have to sit by anyone. I like my personal space.
One by one, kids sat down, filling the seats, before a tall, african-american boy stepped onto the bus. Crap. Trent.
Trent was my, Dez, and Dallas's arch enemy. He dated Trish for a week before finally dumping her because he had another girlfriend. Trish was devastated, and we hated him for making our Trish upset.
Anyway, Trent spotted me and shot me a glare. He looked for an empty seat, but there wasn't one available, so he reluctantly plopped down next to me. I turned towards the window, not even giving him the satisfaction of seeing my face.
When we finally pulled up towards the school, all the teens got out of the bus, me being the very last. When I stepped outside, I searched the crowd of kids for Dez, Trish, or Dallas. When I couldn't see anybody I knew, I shrugged and just walked on. I entered the school and saw girls hugging each other, guys fist-bumping other guys, and teachers trying to get the student's attention.
I was trying to find my locker, when someone ran into me, causing us to fall over. I picked myself up and immediately yelled on instinct. "Hey, watch where you're go—" I stopped, looking at the person sprawled out on the floor.
It was a girl. She had chestnut hair that fell into blonde tips. Her eyes were a deep shade of chocolate, and she was wearing a white vest, a yellow shirt and a black tank top with a sunflower on it. She wore white flip flops to match. She was very short, only about 5 feet 3 inches, and she was very skinny. Something I noticed immediately was she had faded scars all across her body. She must have been in an accident of some sort.
She didn't meet my eyes; she just started picking up her books. I automatically crouched down and started to help. I saw a brown leather book with a faded pink A on the cover. I picked it up and stood up. She was still on the floor, not realizing I was still there. I held out my hand towards her and coughed. She turned around and saw my hand. She didn't smile; she just took it and stood up. I handed her the brown book, and she ripped it out of my hands. "Hey, sorry I knocked into you, totally my fault," I said, looking at the ground. "What's your nam—" I stopped, looking up to see her racing off in the direction of the science lab.
"Dude! Happy Senior Year!" someone said from behind, slapping me on the back. I turned to see Dallas smiling at me. "Hey, dude…" I said, turning back around to see the girl getting a drink of water. "Who's that?" I said, pointing in her direction.
Dallas chuckled. "Her name is Ally Dawson."
Ally Dawson. Rolls off the tongue quite nicely.
"Is she new?" I asked, not ripping my eyes away from the brunette.
"No," Dallas said, staring at me. "She just was a bit invisible the first half of last year. But then people started talking about what she does…"
"What do you mean, what she does?" I snap, whipping my head around to face him. He raised his hands up. "Calm down man… people just talk about her. What she does, and how she does it. Some of the stuff is pretty creepy dude…"
I was about to ask what she did when the bell rang. I muttered a quick goodbye before racing off to find my locker. When I did, I spun the combination quickly so I wouldn't be too late to class.
What would that girl do that bothered anyone? She looked so sweet and vulnerable. And what's up with those scars? Did she get in an accident? Is she okay?
Wait… why do I care? She's just a girl. Sure, she's pretty hot, but there are a lot of hot girls in this school. But then again, most of the hot girls are clingy and annoying. This one didn't even smile at me; she just raced off. Does she know I wanted to talk to her? She's so mysterious and different, and I feel like I want to know more about her…
NO! I do not want to know more about her. She's just a girl, just a girl…
I raced into homeroom, and the teacher was reading morning announcements. She looked up when I ran in. "Mr. Moon," she said, her eyes cold. "Take a seat next to Mr. Holt."
Mr. Holt? Oh god…
I sit down next to Trent and he scowls.
I check the clock. 8:10. School ends at 3:15. It's going to be a LONG day.
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"You're wrong!" Dez says sternly. "Seven purple unicorns could definitely beat Darth Vader in a fight to the death!"
"Nuh-uh!" Dallas retorts, crossing his arms. "Darth Vader could slice all their puny heads off!"
"You take that back!" Dez demanded, standing up.
"GUYS!" Trish screamed. They pointed their heads towards her. "There is no such thing as purple unicorns and Darth Vader is a fictional character. There is no way to tell if one would beat the other in a fight to the death. So shut up and eat!"
Dez sat down, murmuring something about a new Star Wars movie, and Dallas turned back to his burger. I sighed and stared down at my slice of pizza. Even if the cafeteria food is the best food in the world, which included my mom's cooking, I wasn't hungry.
I hate lunch. Not the food part, that part is good, but the sit down and talk part. I always have. Every kid always said that it was their favorite part of the school day, but it is my least favorite part. I don't know why, I just don't like it. I seem to always wish I could be in my own little world, by myself. It's weird; this is the only time in the day I really want to be alone.
It also doesn't help that I couldn't get a certain girl out of my head. Ally Dawson hasn't crossed my mind for less than twenty times today. I am confused by her actions and her reputation. I mean, I don't know what people say about her yet, but I am surprised people even talk about her in a bad way. I am confused why she isn't popular, because besides the scars, which are pretty faded, she is really pretty. Beautiful, in fact. She is one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen, if not the prettiest. The shade of her eyes is just perfect, the softness of her hair makes me want to reach out and touch it, and I swear she can't weigh more than ninety pounds…
"Austin…" Dallas said, waving a hand in front of my face. "Hmm?" I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts.
"You've been staring at your pizza for like, five minutes," Trish said in awe. "You looked like you wanted to marry it!"
"Ooohh!" Dez sang. "Is there a girl?" I blushed uncontrollably. How did he know I was thinking about Ally? And why am I blushing? I don't have a crush on her.
"Dez, don't be an idiot," Trish snapped. "Just because he was looking at pizza doesn't mean he was thinking of a girl!" She turned to me and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "You're blushing, and you never blush! You do like a girl!" I turned a deeper shade of red. "I do not!" I denied, running my hands through my hair. "No, no!" Dallas argued. "You only get that look when there's a girl. AND you only run your fingers through your hair when you lie. You do like a girl!"
I looked at my shoes. Is he right? Do I like Ally Dawson? No, I can't. I haven't even spoken to her once without her completely ignoring me. And it's not like love at first sight exists, right?
"I do not like her," I stated, my blush starting to fade. "I was just thinking about her."
"Who?!" Trish squealed, making my ears hurt. "No one!" I snapped. "I don't have a crush on anyone!"
"Okay…" Trish said sarcastically. "But for the record, de Nile is not just a river in Egypt."
I blushed again, and the bell rang. I got up and readied myself for 6th period.
Only four more periods to go before I'm out of this hellhole people call school.
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The bell rang, signaling the end of 8th period. I sighed and stood up, ignoring the giggles and waves of desperate girls. I glanced down at my schedule. I have history with Mr. Bruner next, and it's on the other side of the school, near my locker. I took a deep breath and dodged the girls who were trying to get my attention. Don't they know that if they throw themselves at me, I don't want to talk to them? I want a challenge. Someone who won't throw themselves at me, like Ally…
Wait, what? I don't like Ally!
I swerved through the crowded hallways, making my way towards Room #214. When I finally arrived, I had two phone numbers in my pocket, thanks to the Durian Twins, who thought it would be okay to shove their numbers in my BACK pocket. So not cool….
I walked through the doors, and students were crowded around the teacher's desk. I strolled over to the back to see that there was a seating chart already. Yay.
I look up my name and see that my seat is in the first row, closest to the door. I walk over and plop down, setting all my books on the floor. I was one of the last students to come in, considering where my last class was, so all the desks were filled except the one next to me. The bell rang and I smiled. If no one sits next to me, than I can put my stuff on that desk, instead of having to put my stuff on the floor. I picked up my books and moved them to the other desk.
"Hello Class!" A middle aged man said enthusiastically. "I am your history teacher, Mr. Bruner."
Everyone chanted a quick "Good Afternoon Mr. Bruner," and smiled. Mr. Bruner looked like one of those teachers that actually make the class fun instead of boring.
"We are in for a great year," Mr. Bruner began. "9th period has always been my favorite class. I think we'll skip the boring lecture on rules, you've heard it far too much." Everyone cheered and I knew Mr. Bruner would be my new favorite teacher. "Now, let's get started on our first lesson. We will be talking about The Dark Ages for our first unit. I think that we shall be having our—, well, hello!" Mr. Bruner stopped due to the door opening. I turned my head towards the door and my eyes widened.
Ally Dawson was standing in the doorway.
She's in this class?
She walked up to Mr. Bruner, and he smiled at her, but she didn't return it. "Um… class, you may talk for a little while," Mr. Bruner said, still looking down at the petite brunette. Everyone immediately started talking, but I watched Ally from the corner of my eye, making sure she didn't know I was watching her. She talked to Mr. Bruner, and he handed her a crumpled piece of paper. She examined it, and then glanced at me. A confused look overtook her face as she checked the paper again. After she had gone back and forth between me and the paper for a while, she walked up to me. My throat got extremely dry, and my stomach fluttered.
"Um… excuse me," she said softly. The sound of her voice was perfect, and her eyes were even better up close.
"Uh-huh?" I said, dazed.
"I think you're in my seat."
(A/N: What did you guys think? I like this story a lot; I might even post again today, so make sure you follow this! Also, what do you guys think will happen in Ferris Wheels and Funky Breath? I can't help but love that Kira has bad breath, that's like one of the worst qualities a girl could have. Tell me what you think. Bye!)
