Austin. Fucking. Moon.

He made my life a living hell by being one gigantic tease. I guess you could say it's mutual… I mean, I'm no innocent bunny myself, but he always takes it too far. It all started that one day in junior year, I remember it like it was yesterday:

"Trish! No! I can't go to a kegger!"

"Ally, c'mon girl! Let loose! School just got out and it's makeover day!"

Why the fuck did I agree to that? In freshman year, I told Trish that if I didn't have at least one boyfriend by the end of junior year, she could 'do me over.' I guess you could say I didn't make that goal. Kill. Me. Now.

"Trish, you're my best friend and all but I dunno if I can do this! I mean, I've been goody-two shoes all my life. I can't just change that for some douche's attention."

"This is not just 'some douche' it is 'the douche'."

"You mean…"

"Uh huh… Austin Moon, baby!"

"Oh fuck. I definitely can't do this then! Trish! You know how I really feel about him…"

"Exactly. Now it is your time, Ally. No more Cassidy… Or Kira… Or Brooke… Or foreign model… It's your time to get a piece of Austin's ass, baby!" Trish stood up and did a little shimmy.

"I can't. He is Dez's friend and he's like a brother. A brother who teases me all day... Also, please, don't ever say that again. I may throw up."

"Seriously Ally. Make up your mind. Do you want him, or do you not want him?"

"I-I-I-," Trish stared deep into my eyes, "I can't answer that right now. Just… Do me over."

"As you wish, Cinderella. I'll be your fairy god sista'"

The next hour was pure chaos. Trish was plucking and pulling hair out of places hair should never be pulled at. In the end, I didn't bleed anywhere but I would be sore between my legs tomorrow.

When I looked into the mirror I was stunned to say the least. My hair was pulled into two ponytails and Trish somehow curled each into a perfect ringlet. My eyebrows looked cleaner and the smoky eye she gave me really made them pop. Now the outfit, I was uncomfortable in. Whenever I stood I felt a breeze up my backside. I wore a plaid short skirt and you could see my cheekster panties. They showed the words 'spank me.' I had high stockings too and some black heels. My bra was bright red and a white blouse over it. I was the definition of the schoolgirl fantasy.

"Trish… Why am I dressed like this? I thought this was a regular party."

"Oh… Uh… Didn't I tell you? It's costume."

"Ahh… What are you going as?"

"A slutty bitch."

"Oh, so you're going in regular clothes."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Trish laughed dryly. "I don't have time for a costume so let's go sweet cheeks." She slapped my ass and grabbed the car keys.

"This better be worth it, Trish."

"Oh babe… It definitely will be."

When we pulled up into the driveway we heard the bass pounding from inside and a drunk couple possible having sex on the lawn. Keeping it classy, Marino. I was shaking with adrenaline, getting pumped up for my new look. No more sweet, innocent Ally. This is… Oh shit.

"Trish… Why is no one in costume besides me?!" I asked angrily. Eyes from every corner of the room were on me and I didn't like this unwanted kind of attention.

"Just keep walking and don't make eye contact. Here, a drink." She shoved a beer in my face and I took it gingerly. I looked up hoping for her to take it back but she didn't. I chugged the liquid and instantly felt better.

Let's Do This Shit.

We've been here for hours and the party is still going hard. I lost count on my drinks and I may be high… I don't really know. Right now, I'm just casually sitting, watching this blonde kid go upside down on a keg.

"Austin! Austin! Austin!" Everyone was chanting his name. Who does this kid think he is? He's been upside down on that keg for 15 seconds. Pfft, I could do better.

People looked at me oddly. Fuck, I just said that out loud.

"Do I hear a challenge?!" The dj screamed through the speakers. "Who do we have here? Mrs. Schoolgirl?"

"Ally Dawson. I, Ally Dawson, challenge Austin Moon." Where did this confidence come from? The multiple drinks or the pot brownie I think I had. Where the fuck is Trish? I shouldn't be alone at keggers, see what I get into?

"I accept. On one condition…The prize… I need help doing homework and chores around my house. You be my servant for the school year should do."

I laughed. This bitch thinks he can win? Sike. "Fine. If I win, I get Austin Moon's guitar collection."

He squinted his eyes at me. "Fine, because I'm going to win. I hope you like cleaning the shower, Dawson."

"I hope you don't like your Gibson's too much."

"It's on, Ally-Cat." Austin smirked and looked me up and down. Then he leaned into my ear. "Nice shirt, it leaves just enough to the imagination." Austin let his hand run over my ass and I almost moan out. Almost.

Trish is right. Is he really like a brother? A brother doesn't touch a sister like he just did. I'm used to his teasing but more hair pulling when we were seven. Not sexual tension, teasing…

I shouldn't have had that last beer.