Hey guys! This is Heyitsme517 and Sprinkleofgold doing a collaboration multi-chapter fanfiction! :D We really hope you enjoy it, and I know I'm personally psyched to do a collab, especially with someone as talented as Chelsea! I've also wanted to try a love/hate story for quite some time now, so... here it is. :D -Heyitsme517 (P.S. If you want to follow me on twitter, I post about fanfiction on there sometimes - when updates are likely to happen, the occasional spoiler, etc. On there, I'm kdellovesR5) (It'd be dandy to follow Rauraholic on twitter also) – sprinkleofgold :)
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"Trish, calm down," I said, grabbing my Latina best friend by the shoulders and steering her away, in the opposite direction. Just seconds ago, she almost attacked a group of seniors, occupying the table that we tend to eat lunch at. "We can just find another place to sit, it's not a big deal."
Now, I wouldn't say that Trish has violence issues, but she is definitely short-tempered. "Ally, they took our table," Trish persisted, trying to walk back to the group of students, no doubt planning on giving them a piece of her heated mind. Everyone knows not to mess with her, and frankly, she couldn't care less what people think about her – and that's the main reason why we're best friends. As for what people think of me? I have no intentions of changing myself to match someone else's standards. And high school's standards of being this size 0, preppy perfect little cheerleader who hands out her promiscuous body like free candy does not appeal to me one bit.
"Who cares?" I deadpanned, gesturing towards the spacious courtyard. "There are plenty of other places that we can sit. Look over there, for example." I pointed to a large grassy area, completely unoccupied except for one student sitting at the base of a tree. "There's plenty of room over there, and only one person. Problem solved."
I started walking off in that direction, but Trish grabbed my elbow, pulling me to a halt. "Ally," she hissed, her eyes wide. "Do you know who that one person is?" I glanced at the person sitting under the tree, seeing a tall blonde boy, probably in our grade. I shook my head, gesturing for her to explain. "Moon. Would you like to know why nobody is sitting in that spot except for him? Because every single student at this school is terrified of him."
"Even you?" I asked, rolling my eyes. She nodded, and an uneasy feeling came over me. Trish was never afraid of people - it was in her nature to be able to hold her own against anybody. Glancing at the boy again, I noticed that although he seemed to have a rough exterior - with dark jeans, a beat up leather jacket, and that just-rolled-out-of-bed-look - something in his face gave away that it could be just a facade. Turning back to Trish, I shot her a dangerous smile. "Well, I'm not scared. There's plenty of room over there, and I'm hungry."
With that, I strolled over to the grassy area, with Trish scampering after me. We plopped down a good distance away from Moon, whoever he is - I realized now that I have honestly never seen him before, even though I know a vast majority of the student body. He glanced over at us with a cold, icy stare - one which I reciprocated, because I really don't feel like putting up with his mysterious, bad boy crap.
After a few moments of holding my gaze, he looked back down to his phone, pushing the thought of us away, just like that. "Is he new to the school, or something?" I asked Trish quietly, before biting into my sandwich - after all, I did come over here to eat, not to have a staring contest with "Moon."
"No, he's been here just as long as we have," Trish shrugged, glancing over her shoulder, as if paranoid that he would hear us. "His name is Austin - Austin Moon. Rumor has it that he sucks his own blood when he's bored and to top that off, last summer he killed his own dog with his bare hands because he wouldn't play dead for him." The amount of IQ points you would need to have to believe those rumors are indeed extremely low.
"So, the fact that he wears a leather jacket, makes him a criminal mastermind?" I asked, giving her a pointed look. Even if he is a bad boy, I think it's unfair for someone to be judged based on their appearance.
"It's not just the jacket, Ally," Trish said, rolling her eyes. "It's his whole vibe - he doesn't talk to anyone, always acts mysterious - it just screams that he's bad news."
I was about to protest more in the boy's defense, when I heard an empty bottle bounce off a nearby trash can. I looked up to see Austin lazily disposing of his lunch remnants, only some of them actually entering the can. Trish opened her mouth, no doubt trying to stop me, but within seconds, I was standing over Austin Moon, arms crossed. "Are you going to pick that up?" I asked, nodding my head towards the scattered litter.
"I wasn't planning on it," he replied, not even glancing at me. He then put his hands behind his head, an easy smirk taking over his face. "Actually, I'm still not planning on it. Could you do it for me?"
I rolled my eyes, but bent down anyway, grabbing a water bottle a few feet from the trash can. I waved it towards him, before placing it into the metal bin. "See, that wasn't so hard," I said, placing my hands on my hips. "By the way, I did that for the Earth, not you."
He raised an eyebrow at me, that stupid smirk still in place. "Well, perhaps picking up the bottle was for the Earth," he mused. "But we all know that little show of you bending down was all for me." I felt my mouth drop open, wondering how he could seem so uncaring about anything - and I thought that I was good at not caring.
Quickly regaining my composure, I grabbed the orange that I just finished peeling from my lunch, and in a heartbeat, Austin Moon was covered in juice, pulp, and mangled orange slices. He gazed up at me, his eyes blazing. "That's not only for littering, but also for your lack of knowledge on how to talk to a girl," I said, dropping the rest of the orange and wiping my hands off. I started to walk away, leaving the fuming boy behind, but a thought struck me, and I turned back, smirking sarcastically. "By the way, I know how much you care about the Earth, so no worries - oranges are biodegradable."
With that, I stalked off, only glancing over my shoulder when Trish caught up to me, her face a cross between fear and trying hard to hold in a laugh. "What did you just do?" she finally asked, letting a small chuckle escape.
I sighed, shaking my head. "I don't even know," I replied, shrugging. I'm not the kind of person to react like that - I pride myself in being nice and respectful to everyone, unless they don't deserve it. I'm also not the kind of person to squeeze an orange over somebody's head. But, there are many things I am passionate about - the environment and respect towards women both hold high spots on that list.
And Austin Moon just showed disrespect to both of those things in a very short amount of time, which in all honesty, pissed me off. I have a feeling that I'm not the only one, though - inside that boy is probably a beast of fury and rage, and more than likely, I just unlocked the cage that it was being held inside.
What if under that mysterious act, actually lies a bad boy? What if I was wrong about it being a facade, and he truly could be a delinquent, someone that I just built anger inside? This isn't me caring what he thinks of me, this is me having fear for myself. He could try to murder me, or worse, litter across the whole campus.
I quickly shook my head to rid of those thoughts - I still don't know him. And despite the fact that this boy had the capability of irking me beyond measures in a matter of seconds, I still believe that someone can't be judged before grasping a true understanding of their character. And no, don't think I'm one of those dumbfounded girls who will scurry home to write in their diary fantasizing about how Austin might be a vampire. Girls think of him as an unapproachable, mysterious badass because apparently, that was intriguing. I, for one, was not falling for this act of his. And it seemed as though I was the only one. Heck, even Trish was eating this up. At this juncture, there was only one thing that I could be completely sure of, and that was how much I hated the fact that he was clouding my already occupied mind because chances are, that's exactly what he wanted.
