I don't own A&A
Chapter 1- The beginning
Austin's POV
You never say "Hey!"
Or remember my name and
You probably won't you think
Your cooler than me-(1)
I was unfortunately wakened by my alarm clock playing Mike Posner. But the line was just perfect. Why? Well that's exactly how Ally Dawson is. How? Well let me answer that for ya. You see, in our school, there's many different cliques. You got your nerds, band geeks, drama nerds, goody two shoes people, bad boys, bad girls, etc.
That is until your reach the biggest two of them all;
The geeks & the populars.
Well which one do you think I'm apart of? The populars? I wish! Guess again. I'm apart of the geeks. You'll soon see as to why I'm apart of the clique I'm in. Anyway, I get up and drag myself over to my closet. I pick out a white v neck, white sweater, ripped jeans, and blue high-tops. Yup, I wear sweaters but wait, it gets even better. Wanna know why well you'll see.
I go in the bathroom, strip my clothes off, and get into the shower. I let the warm water relax my muscles and run down my body never wanting this to end. But it has to way to soon for my liking so I suck it up and get out the shower, wrapping my towel around me I the process. I get out and stare at the spot where the mirror isn't steam-filled and just look at my horrible reflection. I got lots of pimples on my forehead and some on my cheek.
I sigh and then pick up my glasses and put them on. Yes, glasses! Then I smile into the mirror, revealing my green and blue braces. At least their colorful but that's not the point. I walk out the bathroom and get dressed. One good thing does come out of going to hell- I mean school and that one thing is
Ally Dawson
She's a popular that I'm completely in love with. She's the reason why I get up everyday but of course she'll never know that, I mean she can barley remember my name. She always calls me Ashton or Albert. Never Austin. But I look pass that. She's in all of my classes and sits next to me in everyone. Anytime I talk to her I either get nervous, stutter, blush, or say something stupid.
All I want is for her to love me back but I doubt that'll ever happen because of two reasons; a) she's has a boyfriend and b) she doesn't really know I exist. So basically when aliens take over the word or the zombie apocalypse happens or even if we were the last two people on earth, I doubt I would have a chance with her.
"Austin were c'mon your gonna be late." My step-sister Trish yells through my closed door. "Ok coming." I shout back. I take one last look in my full length body mirror and grab my bag and make my way downstairs. I go in the kitchen to find a stack of pancakes waiting for me. "Eat up honey, you don't wanna be late." My mom says looking in the fridge for something. I don't argue, I just go over and take a seat next to Trish.
I look over and see her eating a granola bar. I then just eye her up and down and sigh. She must've known what I was thinking or gonna say because she said "Austin it's ok everybody's unique in their own way. Don't worry your perfect the way you are."
See this is one of the main reasons I love having Trish around. She can be loud, speak her mind when she wants to, carefree, spontaneous, wild, crazy, and can't hold down a job for more than 3 days but most importantly; she's caring and sweet. She does have a soft side. She knows why I sighed simply because she know about how I wanna be different and in more ways than one more like her and she can basically read my mind.
She know everything about me including my love for music and my love for Ally. On the plus side, Trish and Ally are like peanut butter and jelly, popcorn and butter; they are best friends. Trish isn't exactly popular but then again she's not a loser like me. She's more middle class almost reaching popular level. For starters, the populars all love Trish.
To them she's kinda like what she is to me; the big brother/sister to one of the populars so I guess you can basically call her one.
I finish eating then we set out to another day at hell. Lets see what name i'll get called this time.
1) I don't own Mike Posner's Cooler than me
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A/N: i know, another story. I honestly have no clue where this idea came from but ok sure why not.
