Okay, so...I don't know what to say.

Voila?

Here you go.

Merry Christmas.

So sorry that I suck so much and had to do this.

For anyone who's only just reading this for the first time, ignore all that, I'm just apologising to the beautiful people who read this the first time around and never got to see it finished.

I promise you guys, this time I'll finish it.

Thank you all for reading, you're all amazing and I love you! :D

-loveableturtle, formerly xXDemiFanForeverXx

Chapter 1

"Happy Birthday, Ally." Yet another smiling face greeted her as she strolled through the hallway towards homeroom. She nodded at the girl in reply, vaguely recognising her from some class or another. Trish rolled her eyes.

"I'll never understand how everyone always seems to know it's your birthday, Ally. It's like you're some kind of celebrity." She said, a little admiringly. Ally laughed lightly.

"Trish, darling, I'm the closest thing to a celebrity there is in this hell-hole." she said in a mock-snobby voice. Trish snorted a laugh.

"I suppose. So, are you looking forward to homeroom?" she asked. Ally turned to her friend, eyebrows furrowed in surprised confusion.

"What could I possibly be looking forward to about homeroom?" she asked.

"Being called up to the front of the room so that everyone can sing happy birthday to you." Trish replied, like it was obvious. Ally scoffed.

"You say it like it's some kind of privilege, but she does that for everyone. And considering who the other person in our homeroom with a birthday today is, I'm considering ditching it." She muttered quietly. Trish sighed.

"Look, Ally, I know its shit, sharing a birthday with him, but remember what your dad said? If you get into any more trouble before summer, he's transferring you to that all-girls school." Her best friend reminded her. Ally sighed, but she knew her friend was right.

"I know. Ugh, come on; let's just get this over with. It's a good job we only have two days left before summer…"

They entered homeroom together, their young teacher smiling at them. It was supposed to look welcoming, but Miss Denver was just relieved that she didn't have to moan at the girls for being late again.

As they took their seats, Ally silently hoped that Miss Denver would forget that it was her birthday, but no such luck.

"So, everyone; today is a special day, is it not? Not one but two of our class members happen to have birthdays today. Ally, Austin, would the two of you like to make your way to the front?" she said. Ally sighed, getting to her feet and making her way to the front with as much dignity as she could muster. Austin, on the other hand, ran his fingers through his hair nervously as he stumbled out of his front-row seat to stand on the opposite side of the teacher's desk, staring at his feet like he'd never seen anything more interesting in his life.

Austin had never really understood why Ally hated him so much. The only obvious explanation was that she hated him because he shared her birthday, but that seemed a little pathetic. Maybe it was just because he was a geek. Your stereotypical geek; glasses, braces, straight A's, and up until freshman year, he'd had a lisp, too. He'd never been self-conscious, but Ally Dawson had always managed to get under his skin, ever since she first called him a 'four-eyed freak' back in elementary school.

"So, you're both seventeen today, am I right?" Miss asked. Ally nodded chastely, staring at the blond boy angrily, as if it was somehow his fault that he happened to be born on the same day as her.

"Okay…erm, well, would either of you like to tell us what you're getting for your birthday?" she asked, trying to elicit some kind of reaction to lighten the atmosphere. Ally smirked, daring Austin to speak, but he still refused to look at her so she decided to speak.

"I got a new Lamborghini, a Gucci handbag, two pairs of Louis Vuitton's, a Chihuahua and loads of clothes." Ally announced, meeting Trish's gaze and smiling. The class was silent for a moment, before Miss Denver cleared her throat and looked at Austin.

"And how about you, Austin?" she asked. The blond finally looked up, refusing to look at Ally, and smiled a little awkwardly.

"Skateboard and a TV." He said quietly. Ally snorted derisively, rolling her eyes. A few other members of the class laughed a little too, making Austin blush bright red and look back down at his feet. Miss Denver sighed resignedly, taking a seat and glancing at the clock.

"Okay, guy, let's just sing happy birthday and get to your classes, okay?"

Austin and Ally groaned simultaneously, causing Ally to glare daggers at the boy, who still didn't look up but blushed even harder.

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday AustinAndAlly,

Happy Birthday to you!

Ally refused to acknowledge how easily the two names seemed to fit together, settling for feeling irritated about how out of tune the class were. She skirted past Austin, planning on marching back to her seat, grabbing her bag, and leaving the room with Trish. Things didn't quite work out the way she planned, however, due to the hand she felt grab her arm. Seeing red, she whirled around to yell at whoever had had the nerves to touch her.

"What-"

"Sorry, Ally. I just, erm…Have a happy birthday." Austin muttered, gaze meeting hers for a moment before her looked away, towards the window. Ally scoffed, looking him up and down disgustedly.

"Oh, trust me, I will. I'd say it back, but I'm too busy wishing it wasn't your birthday." She glowered at him. At that, something inside of him seemed to snap. He turned his head to look her in the eyes, stepping closer menacingly. She moved backwards, scared, and almost fell over.

"Seriously? What do you expect me to do? Apologise? I'm sorry, Ally. I am so, so sorry that I was born seventeen years ago today. Next time, I'll try to be born another fucking day!" he shouted. She opened her mouth to retaliate, but couldn't seem to get anything out. The entire room was silent; watching the confrontation like it was some kind of soap opera they were all addicted to. Eventually, she regained her composure and managed to stand up straight, staring him down.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?" she growled. He scoffed.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I forgot that you were royalty. Oh, wait, hang on-you're not. You're just a good-for-nothing, spoilt little rich-bitch who thinks she rules the school because her daddy pays half the bills! Well, news flash, Ally; things may be good now, but we only have a year left of high school, and once you've left, you're going to have to learn pretty damn fast. Because in the real world, people don't hand things to you on a platter because your daddy tells them to. And people definitely won't let you walk all over them like you do now. So, you know, next time you decide to treat me like shit, remember this; in two years' time, I'll be earning loads of money in some high-powered job, and you'll be asking people 'would you like fries with that?'." He finished his rant with a disgusted grimace on his face and Ally could do nothing but stare at him blankly, a little voice in the back of her head muttering 'he's right'.

"You're wrong." She said softly. His expression softened slightly when he saw the tears in her eyes, but then hardened again as he scowled.

"If that's what helps you sleep at night…" he replied, before grabbing his bag from the desk, turning around and marching out of the room. Ally watched him go, mouth open in shock. After a few seconds of silence, the class burst into action, gathering belongings into bags and chattering loudly about random things, saving the gossiping until Ally was out of earshot. Trish slung her bag and Ally's over her shoulder, grabbed her best friend and dragged her out of the room just as the bell went off.

Ally didn't speak a word on the way to their English class, despite Trish's endless attempts to make conversation. Halfway through English and Ally had had enough of Trish's chatter, so she snapped at her to "Shut the fuck up before I do something I'll regret".

When the bell finally rang for the end of the day, after what felt like years, Ally practically ran out of school, ignoring the few people that attempted to speak to her. As she clambered into her shiny new Lamborghini, she spotted an all-too-familiar head of blonde hair disappear into a blue range rover.

Feeling a new sense of vengeance take over, she started the car and pulled out of the spot.

What happened next was a bit of a blur, but when she got home her father yelled at her for denting her brand new car, and then even more later when he got a call from the school, complaining about his daughter purposely driving into a fellow student's car.

"I just don't know what to do with you, Allyson! You're not the same girl you used to be. I know it was hard for you when your mom left, but we decided you would be better off staying with me, so that you didn't have to leave all your friends and school. Now I'm not sure that was the right thing to do…" he wasn't shouting, but his voice was dripping with disappointment. A year ago, that would have bothered Ally more than any punishment he could dish out ever would. But ever since her mother left, she gave up caring. Caring only got her hurt, and she didn't want to be hurt like that again. But she did, however, want her life to remain the same.

"What are you trying to say, dad? Are you sick of me? Are you going to send me off to live with mom, never to speak to me again?" she asked bitterly. He sighed loudly.

"No, I'm not going to do that. I am sending you to stay with your mom, but only for the summer. You're coming back here for your senior year of school. Hopefully a few months away will do you some good."

"Maybe it would, but I'm not going."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Look, Ally, I know I've been a pushover up until now, but this is one thing I'm not backing down on. You legally have to do as I say for the next year, and right now I am saying that you're spending the summer with your mother." He said, and Ally could tell by his tone of voice that he was 100% serious.

"Fine. Whatever. But I promise, when I come back I'm going to be just as much of a bitch as I am now, of not more so." She hissed, getting up to storm upstairs into her bedroom. Lester Dawson sighed, silently counting down from five. As expected, on five, he heard her bedroom door slam open again and she ran back down the stairs, looking horrified.

"Dad, please tell me mom doesn't still work at that disgusting music camp every summer?" she asked. He looked almost apologetic as he nodded, knowing that she was probably going to hate him for the rest of her life for this.

"I'm sorry, Ally, but I can't watch do ruin your life and not do anything about it."

"Stop. Just…don't." she said harshly. Making her way back to her bedroom dejectedly, she fought back tears.

"Ally…" her dad called half-heartedly. She ignored him, shouting over her shoulder;

"I'm not going to school tomorrow. Or Friday. Call in sick for me."

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-Kacey3