READ BETWEEN THE LIES

Ch. 1 Ally Dawson

Ah… the last class of the day. It's the best and worst class because it's only one more hour of torture until we get to be free. But, it actually feels like an eternity for that one hour to pass.

I take my usual seat at the back of the class. aAs i pass through the desk I'm greeted by the gorgeous girls waiting for class to begin. They wink at me, flirt with me, and some hand me there numbers.

Of course I return the favor with every one of them and make them fall head over heels for me. Its high school and man do I love very second of it. I mean what's there not to like. I'm young, good looking, every girl wants me and every guy wants to BE me. Being the captain of the basketball team and homecoming king doesn't hurt either.

As I take my seat, I put my shades on and pull my hoodie over my head. Its history class but all I know is that it's nap time for me.

At the beginning of the year the teachers would actually make me try but seeing how stubborn I am and how much of a distraction I would cause the other students; we've come up with an agreement through silence.

I stay quiet and invisible through their class and they don't bother me. And depending on how much work I do in their class, they make it so at least I can pass high school as a C average guy. Not that I care.

I could be getting straight F's and that wouldn't really make a difference. Nobody believes in me and much less think that I'm going to a university. For each and every single adult in this school or anywhere in fact, all they see is a member of society that's going to become a drop out high school student by the end of their junior year or at the beginning of senior year and to put the cherry on the ice cream, they think that I do drugs, am alcoholic, and I'm going to have a kid most likely around the age of roughly 18… or leave the girl pregnant.

Now I'm not saying that I'm an angel because there's a reason why people think I'm a bad ass but I am PLANNING to finish high school and I do not do drugs. Even if I do drink every now and then at a high school party, it doesn't mean that I am an alcoholic. And for my defense, who doesn't drink at a high school party?

And for the girls… well I can't help it if God gave me these good lucks. It's a curse, a blessing, or whatever people are calling it these days, but all I know is I'm going to make a good use of the, until they are no longer useful.

I'm laying my head down when I hear my teacher start talking about some sort of project that we're going to be doing. I should really be paying attention but all I know is that he's talking too loud to actually let me go to sleep.

Seeing that I won't be able to take a power nap, I take out my head phones and plug it to my iPod before I lean back on my chair with my head resting on the wall.

There's only one class that I truly find myself loving and that's music. music is the only friend that is the for me when everyone else leaves. Plus the teacher is actually honest and inspiring. She's the only reason why I try to keep my grades at a C average and sometimes I even get a B.

She's the only teacher that actually thinks that I'm not a complete waste and believes that I can do something great with my life… which is nice to hear. Now if only I could believe it.

Soon the bell rings and I'm the first one out. Which isn't a surprise considering the fact that all I brought to class was a pencil and a piece of paper.

As I walk down the halls I'm greeted by everyone. They all know my name, they say hi to me and it feels nice. I love being the center of attention but I know that at the end of the day when I get home by myself, I'm a lonely bastard. None of them are really my friends. They're just hoping that some of my popularity will rub off on them.

I make my way to my locker and try to remember what I was going to get when I feel someone tapping on my shoulder. I turn around smoothly and the first thing I see are these big brown eyes. Automatically I know that it's Ally Dawson.

I feel a smirk forming on my face and I can't help it when I say, "You're finally going to take my offer?" I see her form a face in disgust and I can't help but remember the first time I thought of her as a potential hook-up buddy.

It was the first year of high school and I was getting use to flirting with girls, which didn't take me a long time to master my game, but Ally being Ally, is not like most normal girls. I learned that year that when I suggested to do "things" with her to never get near her again. And that teasing her every now and then could make high school a little bit better.

But back to the story, I jokingly told her to meet me in the janitor's closest and it ended with my man part getting kneed by… you guessed it! Ally Dawson. After that I made sure that I was a good ten feet away when I told her suggestive things to annoy her because I'm pretty sure that one day I want to have kids. And I won't be able to if Ally damages it.

I'm brought back from the memory when she sweetly whispers to me with a fake smile plastered on her face, "Now you don't want to repeat freshmen year Austin. Or do you?"

I quickly shake my head and she lets out a frustrating sigh before saying, "Look Moon. I'm not sure if you were sleeping or whatever you do during history class but we got partner up on the project and I'm not going to do it all by myself."

She crosses her arms as she finishes talking. I'll admit that she grabs my attention for many reasons. But right now I can think of is how hot she would look like if she dressed with… well... sexier cloths.

As if realizing that I'm not paying attention to a single word she's been telling me, the next thing I feel is a hand slapping my face and my voice yelling out in pain.

"What the hell was that for Dawson!?" I yelled at her. She puts her hands on her hips and I can tell that I'm annoying her but in my defense, she's the one who came to annoy me first so we're even.

"You weren't paying attention to me. I'm trying to talk to you about something serious. You might not care about school, but I do. And I'm not going to let my perfect GPA go down the drain for a boy who can't control his hormones," she answers my question.

She comes closer to me and she puts one of her fingers on my chest, "So if you think about doing anything funny on this project, you're dead Moon. And when we work together don't you dare treat like one of those sluts that let themselves get played because this time I swear... I'll cut it off."

And with that she walks out of my eye sight. I let out the big breath that i've been holding in and I'm just glad that she didn't knee me again. Realizing that I survived another attack of annoying Ally I become the smart ass that she despises with her life.

So for the heck of it I shout out for everyone who's still around to hear, "Don't worry! I'll bring the protection when I go over!"

All I'm answered with is a lovely "Fuck OFF MOON!" along with a lovely image of Ally's middle finger. Like I said high school… You just have to love it.

I get home and the first thing I do is go out to play basketball with my best friend Dez. People call him my sidekick but it annoys the hell out of me because to me he's the brother I never had.

"So what was the whole scene with you and Ally?" he asks me while passing me the ball.

"I don't know. I think she's on her period or something because she's acting bitchier than she usually is," I reply back while catching the ball with ease.

I know I know… it's wrong to treat girls like that but to be honest, after getting kneed by her I stopped seeing her as a girl and started seeing her as a witch.

"I thought that you were finally moving on from the whole 'I hate Ally Dawson phase' Austin," Dez manages to choke out as we're running down and up the court.

Ok I have to admit it; I pay a little bit more attention to Ally by making her life a wee bit miserable. I don't do anything big. Just the usually annoy self being that I am to everyone. It just happens to irritate her more easily. So really I'm not the one to blame.

And I wouldn't say that I hate Ally. I mean I don't call her any names like slut or spread rumors about her. I don't tell people to treat her wrong either or do any thing physical. Besides, if I did do that, it would be mean and hypocritical of me seeing how I hate it how adults always think that they know who I am by my reputation.

All I do is ask her every once in a while if she wants to have sex in front of our school mates or I joke around by saying that last night was great but everyone knows that it's not real because they all know if I want to have kids someday I would never try anything like that with her.

I might also annoy her in class by poking her with my pencil or tugging on her hair but nothing big. Plus it's not like she's treating me good. She has played with me too. One time I came home with her lunch all over me! And trust me, it wasn't easy to get a hot babe when you smelled like tuna all day.

"I am over the whole 'I hate Ally' phase as you put it. It's just fun to see her reaction," I reply back nonchalantly.

"Well that how it starts," Dez whispers softly thinking that I wouldn't be able to hear him.

"How does what start?" I ask him confused.

"That's how you start liking a girl by teasing them as you like to call it," he answers my question. This makes me laugh out loud so hard that I think I'm going to burst in tears.

Ok to set the record, Ally is too mature for me. I mean she has potential in being hot but she has NO potential in being fun. Her vocabulary of fun includes learning calculus on Fridays and spending the weekends in the library. And both of those 'great entertainments,' as Ally would say… are not my place.

I'm most likely to be found at a party hooking up with a girl or by myself at my house getting wasted. Now I'm sure that Ally would be a great onetime fling but something tells me that we're too different to actually maintain any type of relationship except for the one we have at this moment; which is to equally dislike each other.

"Dez we both know that I would need to lose my most precious body part for that to happen. And I'm sure you know how attached I've grown to it," I chuckle out.

We both sit down and take a break from playing basketball. Then I add, "Plus she hates my guts too much to actually see anything in me. She's like every adult that thinks all I'm going to do is get a job at McDonalds and be a janitor because they don't think I can count."

After that I tell him that it's getting late and that I promised, Mrs. Pederson that I would at least turn in my homework for three classes. So he leaves and I stay once again in this lonely place that I call home. I sit at my desk and finish the homework in less than an hour and soon I eat dinner by myself thinking what it would be like if I still had a family to eat with. I put the dishes in the washer, get comfortable to go to bed and then I hope that one day I might actually have a reason to try for something that's worth it.

A/N: Ok so i know that i already have one story to work on and i'm going to begin a sequel but this idea came to me and i just had to write it. I mean it has potential right? So either way this is most likely just going to be about five to six chapters. Not many and they're most likely to be this long or shorter because i'm going to try to focus on my other story Remember us and the sequel to six little rules more. So tell me what you guys think of this chapter and the summary. I know the summery most likely sucks but tell me what you think of what it kind of lets you think it's about. So hopefully you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for bothering to check it out.

So i'm just going to say this once cause i get annoyed of having to remember to write it out for every chapter and that's that I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY IN ANY OF THESE CHAPTERS OR ANY STORY FOR THAT CASE. if you know that it's from somewhere then it's not mine. I only own the plot and my writing style.

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