I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack with a new story! As most of you guys know from my other stories, I make it that Austin and Ally are already friends. But I thought that I could make this one different and make our favorite blond the bad boy for once :)

This idea randomly popped into my head when I was writing the next chapter of 'Wingman: Austin's POV'. And somehow, I was lying in bed when I thought about how many possibilities I could have with this story. Then BAM! The next thing I knew, I had the first chapter typed out on paper ;) So we'll see how this would go :D I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

ALLY'S POV

The new girl. I hardly stepped foot into the school and I was already labeled.

"Hey, look it's the new girl." The same sentence has been processing through my ears ever since my dad dropped me off. Annoying? Yes. Insulting? Definitely. I had a name, but apparently none of them cared to ask for it.

I tried to respond to everyone with a smile, but honestly, after the first few hundred times of hearing it, it started to annoy the living out of me.

Sighing, I adjusted the book bag that was slowly sliding off my shoulder. I drew my attention towards the signs that were plastered on the wall. Nurse. Gym. Band Room. I let out a small huff of air in frustration.

"They should have maps in this place," I muttered under my breath.

My decision of coming to school ten minutes earlier came to good use as I spent my time wandering down the hallways. Marino High was huge. Much bigger than any other school I've been to. And trust me, I've attended a lot.

I let out a deep breath. Jumping from town to town, moving from school to school within every year wasn't necessarily my idea of the 'high school experience'. It's been hard, but I couldn't complain.

New York City… Philadelphia… Los Angeles... Chicago… And now Miami could finally be added onto the list. My dad owns Sonic Boom, the chain of never-ending music stores around the county. Naturally, work would call for him constantly, resulting in moving our small family wherever it's needed.

"Ally-gator, I know all this change has been really hard for you," I almost heard my dad say. "But I need you to cope with us just for a little longer. I promise you, Miami will be and stay our home for a long time."

Not feeling like home yet, I couldn't help but think.

"Hey," a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?"

I jumped hard, spinning around to see a Latina grinning at me apologetically. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, noticing my reaction. "I just saw you staring at the wall and I thought you were going through a mental breakdown or something."

A small laugh escaped out of my mouth. "Thanks for the concern," I told her, biting my lip to hide a smile. "I'm fine. Just… have a lot on my mind."

The Latina nodded understandingly. There was a short pause before realization seemed to hit her. "Oh!" she said, a light bulb going off in her head. She pointed at me. "You're the new girl, right?" And there it was.

My smile slowly became forced. I nodded. "Yeah," I said. I shifted uncomfortably. "So…look, it was really nice to meet you…."

"Trish."

"…Trish, but I really need to go now."

I took a step forward when Trish stopped me. "You know, if you want, I can show you around the school," she said. "I mean, I know how hard it is to navigate around this building. Wherever you need to go, I'll bring you there."

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

Trish nodded. "So where to?" she acted like the matter was settled.

"Look, it's really nice for you to offer, but you don't have to-"

"But I want to," Trish insisted.

I looked at her apprehensively. She smiled. "I'll take that as a yes," she grinned, grabbing me by the arm as she dragged me down the hallway. "I'm guessing you were directed to go to the main office to pick up your schedule, right?"

Opening my mouth to protest, she stopped me again. "Don't even try and stop me," she said. "I'm going to take you there whether you like it or now. I can't have you wandering down the hallways, being late on your first day."

She did have a good point. Before I could agree, Trish nearly yanked my arm off, turning sharply around a corner. As we half-stumbled, half-ran down the hallway, I let out a deep breath. Five minutes into the school, and something already told me that this year was going to be different.

AUSTIN'S POV

Tap. Tap tap tap. Bang. Tap. Bang bang. "Do you have to do that?"

I looked up, my hand mid-way from giving my metal seat another hit. Miss Hicks, the school's secretary, stared at me pointedly, her gaze drifting away from the oh-so-interesting computer screen. "What?" I asked innocently.

Miss Hicks frowned at me. "What's your name, boy?" she asked, looking at me as if I was a piece of trash she casually decided to kick out into the streets.

To be honest, I was surprised that she didn't recognize me, taking that the trips to the main office has become a daily routine. But from the way she was staring at me, it didn't seem like she was going to drop the act anytime soon.

"Austin Moon," I said at last.

"Well Austin Moon," Miss Hicks said. "If you're here to see Principal Burke-"

"More like forced to," I corrected her.

Miss Hicks pursed her lips. "I suggest you wait quietly," she finished, as if she didn't hear a word that came from my mouth. "Because trust me, I don't have the patience to deal with you, especially this early in the morning."

"And I don't have the patience to be sitting here before school even started."

Bad idea. Miss Hicks paused, her eyes flashing back to eyes narrowed. "Mr. Moon," she said, her voice sounding as if it could snap at any moment. "I'm taking it that people here aren't too fond of you?"

"Quite the opposite actually," I said lazily. I was almost offended at her theory. "I would like to think that I'm loved by this school."

"Well, drop me off the list," Miss Hicks said drily.

Does it look like I care? "Look, I'm just waiting for Mr. Burke to finish with whatever he's doing in his office," I told her. "So if there's nothing else…"

Miss Hicks scowled and opened her mouth, to no doubt let out a few well-meaning words that would end her up with a meeting in the principal's office. Before anything could be said, the door flew open.

A Latina popped her head in. She looked awfully familiar. What was her name again? Tina? Tracy? "Miss Hicks?" she asked. Her eyes searched around the office, landing on me for a moment. Her face crinkled in disgust. "Oh, it's you."

"Nice to see you too Tinka," I rolled my eyes.

She threw her hands up in exasperation. "It's Trish!" Oops.

Before this conversation could get anymore nastier, Miss Hicks cut in, spinning her chair to face her. "Yes?" she asked in annoyance. "What do you want Trish?"

Trish glared at me before focusing her attention on the secretary. "I have a new student with me," she said. I perked up. This suddenly got 10x more interesting. "I was wondering if you had her schedule ready."

Miss Hicks rolled her eyes. "Of course I do," she scoffed. "Bring her in."

I smirked in my seat as Trish stepped back out into the hallway, gesturing for someone to come in. I waited in anticipation. New girls were always the best. As long as they weren't one of those geeky, nerdy students who only-

My thoughts were wiped out from my mind as I found myself face to face with the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my entire life. Ombre curls. Big, brown doe eyes. A near perfect figure. Full, red lips. I caught my breath.

And I'll admit it. I felt myself start to drool a little.

Smirking, I watched the new girl with interest. She ducked her head, almost embarrassed as she walked up to the secretary's desk. Shy, I noted, feeling myself start to grin, suddenly very eager to get this school day started.

Within five seconds, I was up on my feet. "Hello there," I smirked, sauntering up towards the brunette beauty. She turned to me in surprise. I leaned against Miss Hick's desk, ignoring the death glares she was sending me.

Before another word could be said, Trish stepped forward. If looks could kill, I would be attending my own funeral. "Don't even think about it Moon," she spit out, glaring at me venomously. "I'm not letting you take advantage of her."

I glared at her, looking over her shoulder to see the new girl staring at her feet, not saying a word. She tried to hide it, but I saw that she was starting to blush. "Who says I'm taking advantage of her?" I protested.

Trish looked at me, as if silently saying how dumb do you think I am? "Are you kidding me Moon?" she hissed. "I've been at this school since middle school, and I've seen you around enough to know that all you care about is-"

"Miss de la Rosa!" Miss Hicks barked.

All heads turned to the secretary, who was looking at the Latina in horror. I smirked, almost enjoying the thirty-shades-of-red light show that her facing was starting to show off. Miss Hicks was obviously starting to lose it.

The secretary's eyes hardened. She pointed at me. "Mr. Moon," her finger directed right towards the chair that was propped against the wall, right next to the entrance to Principal Burke's office. "Sit. Now."

Rolling my eyes, I felt annoyance rise in my stomach. But the look Miss Hicks was giving me told me not to argue. I sat down heavily in the seat, slouching so low, one more move and I would be on the floor.

She turned back to Trish and the new girl. "So," she prompted, flash a glance back at me. "I'm taking it that you need your schedule Miss…."

"Ally Dawson," the new girl spoke up. My gaze inverted back to her, hearing her voice for the first time. She gave a small smile.

One gesture and I felt like I just got punched in the stomach, feeling the wind wipe away from me. What is wrong with you? I scolded myself. I was Austin Moon. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Girls were supposed to feel this way about me. I shoved the thought away towards the back of my mind.

Miss Hicks handed Ally a yellow piece of paper. "I'm taking that Trish would help you with everything," she said, sending a pointed look at the Latina.

Trish smiled. "Already on the job," she assured her. She looked over Ally's shoulder, reading her schedule. She broke into a grin. "We have first period together. She jerked a thumb towards the door. "C'mon Ally."

Ally nodded as she followed Trish out. Half-way through, she stopped suddenly. I raised a brow as she slowly looked over her shoulder, her gaze directed straight at me. I smirked and winked at her.

"ALLY!" Trish's voice rang out from the hallway.

The brunette ducked her head, blushing hard from my gesture. I felt my smirk grow bigger as she hurried out of the main office. This was going to be fun.

ALLY'S POV

"I hate that guy," Trish scowled for the 100th time since we left the office.

"Yeah," I said. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "I could tell."

Trish stopped in her tracks, turning to me. Something in her eyes told me that she wasn't sharing my laughter. "Look, Ally," she said seriously. "I've seen Austin Moon around school. He's the biggest player in the grade."

I didn't have a hard time believing her. I felt myself blush again, remembering what happened in the office. I wasn't going to deny it; I wasn't the most sociable person in the world. It was rare to have any guy willing to do as much as talk to me. Especially someone like Austin Moon.

Seeing that I wasn't going to start talking anytime soon, Trish went on. "I like you Ally," she said. "So I'm going to give you a little warning." I narrowed my eyes at her, surprised how seriously she was taking this.

Trish stared at me right in the eye. And suddenly, every joke I had on this situation evaporated into thin air. "Stay away from Moon," she told me. "He'll break your heart faster than you can blink. Ask any girl in the school. He's trouble."

I smiled at her, hoping that she would calm down. "Don't worry, Trish," I told her. "I'm here for learning, not to find a boyfriend."

Trish didn't look convinced. "Just be careful," she pleaded. "I don't want to see you hurt."

I felt surprisingly touched. I only knew her for ten minutes, but Trish was still the closest friend that I've ever had in my life. "Thanks," I smiled. Trish nodded at me approvingly, continuing down the hallway. She started talking about how I would love my new classes and teachers, but as hard as I tried to concentrate, I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift off.

Right towards the boy with the hazel eyes.

How was it? It is slightly different from what I usually write, but I kinda like it :D

Please R&R! I would love to hear any thoughts and suggestions on how I'm doing so far. If I get enough positive feedback, I'll post the next chapter ASAP :D Thank you all!