So this is my first fan fic! I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, in other words, Austin and Ally.

Ally's POV

"Get your goddamn hands off me!" an unfamiliar voice demanded from around the corner. The brunette girl peeked her head around the corner, curious to see who the new voice was. A flash of unnaturally blonde hair flashed from the beige polo shirts worn by the guards proclaiming 'Hillcrest Detention Center' in bold black letters. One guard flashed a smile when he saw her before turning his attention back to the struggling blonde.

She smiled lightly in satisfaction, retreating back to the hallway she was in. Walking down the gray walled hallway, she came to the simple wooden door of the office. Lifting the black lanyard out of the baggy shirt, she unlocked the worn brass knob, twisting it open and walking inside.

"Hello, Ally," a cheery voice greeted her.

"Hey Rhonda," the girl greeted her with a smile.

Rhonda was a round, plump woman of Chinese descent. Gray sprinkled her shiny black hair, making her look older than she really was. Her eyes crinkled in the corners when she smiled, a smile that never failed to make Ally smile also. Rhonda was the closest motherly figure the girl had and she treated her like a daughter as well.

"What can I help you with, Al?" she asked, picking up a stack of paperwork and tapping it on the table to straighten it.

"Do you know anything about the new kid?" she asked, leaning on the edge of Rhonda's cluttered desk. She nodded, setting the collection of papers down and opening the top drawer of the metal filing cabinet. Fingering through the files, she came across the wanted, whipping it out dramatically. Opening the thin paper folder, she picked out the first page.

"Name's Austin Andrew Moon. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, 6 foot even, in here for arson." She skipped down a few paragraphs before speaking again. "Police report: Burned down ex-girlfriend's house, who apparently had been cheating on him, while laughing manically on the front lawn. No drugs in his system. Completely sober. Pleaded to insanity, classified as a pyromaniac. Was tested and found not insane, but since he's 17 and didn't kill anyone, they decided to just try him as an teen. That's why he's here, not in jail. First incident."

The girl nodded, looking at the woman as she closed the folder.

"Thanks, Rhonda," she said, turning to leave.

"Oh, and Ally, one more thing," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The girl turned on her heel to face the woman, expecting to be asked to take paperwork to her father.

"He's a hunk," she said with a grin, but the grin soon fell when she added," but he's broken, so terribly broken and confused and angry, so be careful."

The teen looked at her in confusion before nodding shortly and walking out of the office and walking out the door to find Dean.

Austin's POV

He was shoved into a simple room, quite similar to ones seen in jail, but slightly more comfortable looking. Itchy carpet lined the floor, stretching into every corner. A bunk bed sat in the far corner of the room, by the window. The boy was released from the handcuffs, which he snottily took his wrists out of, rubbing the raw skin gingerly. The door shut behind him, the loud click of the lock echoing through the room.

Looking up from the gaze he had fixed on the floor, I saw two wary brown eyes boring into his hazel.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," the blonde sneered. The brown eyes had a flash of fear, before the boy leaped off the top bunk where he was sitting.

The brown eyed boy was large, with lack of a better term. Standing at least 6 foot 3, thick muscle lined his long arms. Large hands ended the arms, clenched into fists. His jaw was square and strong, something the blonde knew was very attractive to girls. His dark brown hair was lightly tousled, much like gelled hair that had hands run through it a few times. The boy stood squarely in front of the blonde.

"You're not Ally," he growled. His eyes still showed slight fear, but was mostly filled with wariness.

The blonde snorted cockily. "Yep, I'm pretty sure I'm not a girl, and my name is not Ally, but you probably didn't know that."

The look in his eyes immediately shifted to anger. The brunette pummeled the blonde to the ground, hard.

"What did you do to Ally, punk!" the boy demanded, pinning the other easily to the ground. His huge hands held Austin's wrists above his head, his knees in either side of his hips.

"I don't know who the fuck you're talking about, you fucking idiot!" the blonde retorted, squirming against the larger boy's grip. The brunette raised his fist, poised above his head, ready to punch before a light click of the door's lock echoed through the room. Both of them looked to the door.

"Hey Dean, I'm here," the girl greeted. The boy, who apparently was Dean, leaped up from the blonde and galloped over to the girl.

"Ally!" he squealed, much like a small child welcoming his dad home from work. He scooped up the girl effortlessly. The blonde stared at the two in awe, quite surprised at the sudden change in dean's demeanor.

Dean set the giggling girl down lightly, grinning giddily.

"Nice to see you too, Dean," the girl said, smiling. The brunette girl glanced over to the blonde, who was still lying on the floor. A warm smile lit up her face, which suited her features very well.

"Hello, I'm Ally. You're Austin the new kid, right?" she asked tenderly, like asking a little girl how her mother was while the girl's mother lay in the hospital dying of cancer.

The blonde's eyes narrowed slightly. "How did you know that?" he sneered, trying to keep up the bad boy image. From beside her, Dean narrowed his eyes into slits downward at Austin, his hands clenched into fists. The girl smirked lightly.

"Name's on the door, hun. You don't have to be that intelligent to know that," she retorted matter-of-factly, her thin arms crossed tightly. The blonde chuckled for a second before realizing his image was down.

Quickly regaining his composure, he quipped, "You know, trying to make your boobs look bigger won't make me like you more."

That was it for Dean. He came flying at the blonde at an unbelievable speed, landing squarely on top of him, throwing punches directly at his face, every one of the landing exactly where he wanted them to. He glanced at Ally once while trying to protect his face. She stood there for a moment, letting him go at the other boy before saying," That's enough, Deany Bean. The bastard's learned his lesson."

Dean clambered off the blonde after throwing one last punch. He followed Ally out the door obediently, leaving him lying on the floor, clutching his nose. He glanced up at Ally for a moment, who had a slight smirk on her face, a look he had never seen look so good on a girl. She glanced down at the blonde gazing at her before saying," Go take a cold shower or something." She gestured to the slight bulge in his pants and then to the bathroom door in the far corner of the room before leaving the room, letting the door click quietly behind her.

The blonde boy grinned after she was gone, still holding his nose. He definitely liked this girl. He liked her a lot. But now he had to go through Dean. He smirked lightly. He could beat him to Ally, he knew he could.

I hope you liked it :) Sorry about the last comment Ally said, I couldn't think of anything else to get back at Austin. Chapter 2 will probably be up on Monday, since my mom doesn't Microsoft Word on her laptop I don't think. Maybe she does, we'll see.

Review, pretty pretty please? :)

Fixed some mistakes, if there's anymore just let me know.