AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello my readers! Sorry for my lack of posting, I've just been struggling with that little bitch known as Writer's Block, and also when I would post, I noticed that my stories wouldn't show up in the feed, hopefully this won't be the case for this story. I feel like the Austin & Ally fanfiction archive is as dry as a bone and I want to restore life to it. I've gone back to school, taking 5 classes a week, and I'm looking for a part time job as well, just to earn some cash, but I'll still update as frequently as I can. One more thing I want to state- this story takes place 6 years back in the fall of 2012, when Austin, Ally and their friends are sophomores in high school, because I think it might help to bring us back to the "fetus" Auslly days. OK, that's it for the disclaimer- enjoy The Predator & The Prey.
Friday September 7, 2012
ALLY:
Third period Algebra. We were a week and a half into the semester already of our sophomore year of High School. High School was your entrance to your success as a young adult, and it was a rewarding, if somewhat monotonous, journey. I don't like to sound conceited, but I had been a straight A student since Kindergarten and what many teachers labeled as an "overachiever". I had made the honors list so many times I lost count.
I looked over to my side as Trish De La Rosa, my best friend since kindergarten, picked up a marker and she proceeded to draw a penis and balls on Dez Wade's forehead while he was in a deep sleep. I was close friends with Dez as well, and Dez and Trish loved to push each other's buttons and son of a bitch would they push hard. Ms. McCarthy said,
"Who wants to do this problem at the board?"
She saw Dez was asleep and she discernibly wasn't having it. She wrapped on his desk with her ruler and Dez woke up.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Ms. McCarthy."
Ms. McCarthy smiled unyieldingly at the Ron Weasley look-alike.
"Wade, why don't you do this next problem at the whiteboard?"
Dez looked very intimidated at Ms. McCarthy.
"Um, sure, why not?"
I saw him stand up from his chair and answer the problem. Ms. McCarthy asked him,
"Also, Wade, come here a minute. There's something I want to ask you."
He came to Ms. McCarthy. I found it a little bit ironic that Ms. McCarthy wanted to ask Dez a personal question in front of about twenty-four other students.
"What's that on your forehead?"
He looked confused.
"What are you talking about, Ms. McCarthy?"
She handed him a hand mirror that was sitting on her desk and said,
"Wade, someone drew a schlong on your forehead."
Everybody except Ms. McCarthy and I burst out laughing. Poor Dez. He looked mortified to the highest degree and Dez was kind of eccentric and he wasn't exactly the brightest person I had ever met and he had a blatant disregard for his own reputation. Not that I blamed him- I understood that it was Dez and Trish's thing to mess with each other but Trish drawing a dick and balls on his forehead was going a little bit too far. She giggled and smiled sociopathically.
"I did it. I got revenge on you because you stole my phone in class and took like twelve selfies on it."
Ms. McCarthy gave my friend a dirty look.
"De La Rosa, why do you instigate trouble in my class?"
Trish said,
"What the hell? I don't always instigate trouble in your class."
Ms. McCarthy wrapped on her desk with the ruler.
"You're lucky I don't call ICE on you and have you sent back to Mexico raping people and selling cocaine!"
This isn't going to be pretty, I thought. Trish had a somewhat aggressive personality and she wasn't the kind of person you wanted to get on the bad side of. She would either scream a string of profanity at you, and/or charge at you, or at least threaten to. I could see her tirade coming from fifty miles away and she wasted time at all in an epic, dirty-word laced diatribe.
"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING RACIST ASS CUNT! WHY DON'T YOU JUST JOIN THE KKK AND CALL ME A BEANER, HUH? YOU SAY RACIST SHIT TO MY FACE AGAIN AND I'LL KICK YOUR FUCKING WHITE SUPREMACIST ASS! GOD MOTHERFUCKING DAMN IT! YOU FUCKING RACIST ASS CUNT!"
The class then emulated that reaction video of all those teenage boys going like,
"Oh!"
You know, the drawn-out "Oh!" when you verbally burned a person. I was really confused about whose side to be on. Trish should not be drawing penises on people's foreheads or screaming cuss words at people, but there was a better way Ms. McCarthy could have handled it instead of with a derogatory comment about Trish's racial background. Ms. McCarthy looked almost as angry as Trish did.
"De La Rosa, Principal's Office!"
Trish exited the room and gave Ms. McCarthy the middle finger, but quickly and Ms. McCarthy didn't see her flip her off. I would have hated to be on the other end of that one, I thought. Ms. McCarthy was the most disliked teacher at Marino High School. I didn't hate her per say, but I definitely could see where people were coming from when they said they hated her. She was racist, including when she just made that racist comment to Trish and she would often blame the black and latino students for misbehaving in her class and she would defend the white kids, well, some of them, when in fact a lot of the time, white kids would instigate the misbehavior, she was grouchy all the time, sometimes, when people would ask for help, she would call them names like "stupid," "idiot," "moron," "mongoloid" and even "retard", or when kids did things to provoke her, she would have a tendency to rant at us for a good ten minutes. People would refer to her as a "cunt," "bitch," "tightass" and "hardass".
That said, I couldn't help but pity Ms. McCarthy sometimes. She seemed to hate her job and she was miserable all the time. At seventh period, the last period of the day, I was sitting in English class, reading The Scarlet Letter, as our teacher, Mr. Brown, went to go move his car and I felt someone poke my backside. It was Trish. Trish sat behind me in English and I turned around and put the book down.
Trish gave me a passive aggressive and sardonic smile.
"I hope you're going to have fun after school, because I'm sure not."
"Why not?"
I asked her.
"I have detention today for what happened in Algebra."
Marcus Brown, who actually was Mr. Brown's nephew, piped in.
"Trish, I heard you roasted Ms. McCarthy today. You deserve a gold medal for going off on her ass!"
Trish said,
"Thanks, Marcus. I do too. But instead I have detention after school. When I get home, I'm going to stick more pins in the voodoo doll I made of her."
Marcus said,
"I'm sorry you have detention, Trish, and you have a Ms. McCarthy voodoo doll? That shit is fucking epic!"
I had never had detention, but I remembered being informed about it at Freshman Orientation. Detention at Marino High School was where you had to sit in a classroom and write a two hundred word essay explaining what you did, why you felt it was necessary, why it was wrong and what you could do to make it better. If you did something really bad like vandalism, you would get suspended or potentially expelled.
Marcus said,
"Everybody hates her. There was a time last year after health class, when I got some condoms, and they spilled out of my pockets and she told me, I hope you don't rape any girls or you'll get shot by the cops. I wanted to backhand that bitch so hard."
He turned to me.
"Trish has detention today. What about you, Ally? What are you doing after school today?"
I had made plans to surprise Austin Moon, who besides Trish, was my best friend, because he was at home sick with an ear infection. OK, OK, I lowkey had a crush on Austin. Who wouldn't- he was sweet, funny, adorable, loyal, had the best sense of humor ever, gave the best hugs ever, gave the best presents ever and passed all the criteria for the perfect boyfriend, even if the chances of us being boyfriend and girlfriend at the moment were slim to none, if not non-existent.
I said,
"I'm visiting Austin. He's been sick all day."
Marcus smiled at me.
"Are you two going to go all the way? I hope for your sake he's not contagious."
I said,
"We're just friends, Marcus, and he's not contagious, he just has an ear infection. "
The boy laughed.
"I'm just kidding. You say that you and Austin are just friends now, but eventually, you're going to be practically glued to each other making out."
"That's plausible,"
I said.
I smiled. Marcus was right- I definitely fantasized about what it would be like if Austin and I were dating. We would definitely be going all the way, getting married, having children, growing old, having grandchildren, and dying and having our tombs next to each other when we died.
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