Hi guys! This is our first story - each chapter will rotate between Austin's and Ally's point of view! Tell us what you think! Thanks for reading :)

Chapter One

Ally's Point of View:

"Right class, does anyone want to summarise what we learnt this lesson?" My maths teacher says as she walks around the room. She abruptly stops at her dark mahogany desk, that is littered with many useless greeting cards and knick-knacks, turning around and peering at all of us down her long, pale nose.

"Patricia? How about you?" She says, her cheerful tone but an ironic opposite of her ever-so-apparent frown on her thin, long, pale face. My best friend, Trish, looks up from her maths book.

"Huh?" She asks, her face confused. She moves one strand of her dark, curly hair out of her eyes as she looks nervously at the whiteboard, then her eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of what the question was. Then her eyes land on me. 'Help' she mouths.

I give her the signal, a well-known one between us two, signifying the fact the teacher wants a recap of work done in the lesson. Her eyes widen in acknowledgment.

"Well, Miss De La Rosa, would you like to answer the question or should I move on?" The teacher remarked, scoffing as she stared at her desk. She picked up Trish's book. "What is this you've been writing? How many times must I tell you, Patricia, no doodling in class." She said in a bored tone.

"Sorry miss. But can I have my book back?" Trish said quickly.

"Of course not. Now, what is this nonsense?" She said, scrunching up the paper and tossing it over her shoulder, happening to land in the lap of the Afro-Caribbean girl behind her. She quickly got up and dropped it into the bin, hastily running back to her desk. "Focus, Patricia, Focus," she repeated, her face merely inches from Trish's tanned complexion.

"Sorry miss," she muttered as she played with her hair. The bell run, a shrill exclamation breaking the silence that echoed in the room.

"Right class, that'd be the end of the lesson. Remember, page 44 questions 3, 4, and 5 due next week. Class dismissed," the teacher ordered, her powerful voice booming around the room. The jocks ran out, shouting and tossing their bags over their shoulder, followed by a crowd of girls, adjusting their hair and pulling their skirts up. I walked over to Trish, grinning.

"That was a close one," I smirked. "Luckily, I was there to save the day."

Trish patted my shoulder, "You're always here to save the day Ally."

My smile broadened. "Aw, thanks Trish." I gave her a hug. I sighed loudly.

"What's wrong?" Trish asked.

"I have to deliver a speech in AP English now..." I trailed off. Trish knew of my stage-fright, and she knew how shy I was.

"You just have to go for it, Ally. Stop being so shy, and take a chance, break down the walls." I laughed.

"Thanks for that life-changing advice, Trish. See you around, okay?"

"See you later, Ally." She waved as she headed down the corridor, the opposite way to me. With the rush in the corridor, I happened to bump into someone.

"Oof!" he said, as his books went flying out of his hands across the hall. It was Dallas Jones. The single most hottest guy in the school.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, running over to pick them up. I handed them to him, smiling.

"Hey... Ally, right?" he smiled, that dazzling smile that showed a wide range of pearly whites.

"Uh... ah... erm... Hahaha, yep, that's me... err..." I said, cheerfully. Come on, Ally, say something. Just say 'Nice to meet you'."Yep, that's me... Good ol' Al'." I burst out laughing.

I mentally face-palmed. Seriously, Ally? That's the best you could come up with?

He looked at me awkwardly. "Oh... 'kay...?" He walked away.

'See you around!' I said in my head. What is wrong with me?

I walked towards English. Well that went better than expected...