A/N: Hi :)

This is the prologue of my new long-shot. I've started this a long time ago and now I feel like continuing it, so yeah. I'm sorry for those who read my other story Back off, sis and haven't get an update in forever. I'll update, I promise, there's something I still want to plan out better in that story and school didn't give me the time to think. I'm also graduating this year, I'm very busy ugh

Anyway, this is just the prologue as I said and it's shorter than the following chapters. I hope you like it!

I don't own Austin&Ally, sadly.

He was addictive.

Addictive like a chocolate cake you would eat kilograms of, even when your stomach starts hurting. Ah, if she could only take a bite of that cake! That's all she asked for from life. This whole story sounded so pathetic from a foreign point of view, but hey, the heart wants what the heart wants. How can you stop feelings?

Like every day Ally was standing beside the school's glass doors, waiting for a certain blond-haired boy to make his big entrance, so she could steal a quick glance of him, which he wouldn't notice.

He never noticed.

A light shiver ran down her spine as she leaned on the cold material of the wall, even though maybe it was just the anxiety to see him. He would've come in two minutes, therefore she rapidly proceed to fix a bit her hair and skirt, hoping it would be the day. The day he would take notice of her, kiss her, marry her and live happily ever after with her. But it was reality, not a Disney movie. A girl can dream, though.

As she expected, a shadow darkened the sunlight that pierced the glass; just in time. A tall figure crossed the doors: he looked like always. Messy bleach blond hair, fashion sunglasses, a colored shirt and a tank top underneath. And, of course, a girl linking her arm with his. Another pretty girl Ally didn't even know; he changed girls like socks, without feeling ashamed of it. To the contrary, it was a source of pride for him. This 'little' flaw was the only thing that ruined the image of the perfect prince charming… but people change, don't they?

As they walked more into the hallway, they caught everyone's attention: girls sent the cutie next to him death glares and guys frowned, wishing they were at his place. Ally was part of the first category. The figure of the girl became blur as she tried to focus on the blond, starting to daydream about him against her will.

"Earth calls Ally," a voice rang into the brunette ears, louder than the school bell.

Ally snapped out of her state of trance and gave a confused look to the person who had talked. "Hi, Trish," she greeted her Latino best friend, smiling innocently. She knew that a scold was about to come.

Trish shook her head. "If you keep staring at Austin Moon like that someday he will notice and-"

"He will never notice," I cut her off and sighed, looking once more at his direction.

"Maybe it's for the best. Ally," the curled-haired girl put a hand on her friend's shoulder, "I know you like him but I personally don't think he's the right guy for you. Look at him. I'm not saying he's out of your league… 'cause you're gorgeous, really. But he doesn't look for a serious relationship, like you do. Have you seen how many girls has he dated? And he's basically every girl's forbidden dream... I have heard plenty of girls saying that they want to spend a night with him."

"That's the point, Trish. I don't want to spend a night with him, I just want to spend a day with him. That's all I ask for," Ally said shyly, mumbling the last part.

Trish couldn't help but smile at her adorable confession; she could see how true her friend's feelings were and it hurt even more knowing it wouldn't be easy for her to get over him. "I see. But still, you haven't given your opinion about what I just said to you. Don't you care about his reputation? He's a bad guy."

Ally bit lower lip, determination in her eyes. "He is not! I swear, Trish. I saw him playing guitar and singing in the music room and the way he put all himself into the music was amazing."

Trish raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying you like him because of music?"

"Pretty much, yes. I'm sure he is a sweetheart and a sensible guy, but he doesn't let anybody see this part of him."

Talking with her was pointless, there was no way to make her reason. "But you barely know him…"

"I can see through him. I know what I'm saying," Ally nodded with decision and stole another quick glance at Austin - now at the end of the hallway - kissing the girl he walked in with.

It was like burning a house already burned down to ashes. And Ally was that house.

Usually, when a girl has a crush on a guy, she always knows all his moves, the places he goes to, what he likes to do and other stuff.

When a girl has a crush on a guy, she becomes like a CIA agent.

But Ally could easily consider herself the CIA's boss.

It wasn't an "obsession", as Trish always labeled her feelings for the guy, it was more like… err… dedication. Dedication for the guy she was going to marry in the future. Sounds legit.

Anyways, as the good "CIA's boss" she was, apart from knowing when and where he used to play guitar during school hours, she was pretty much informed about his working out habits. Marino High School had an excellent gym, an excellent basketball team (which Austin was the captain of) and amazing gymnastic tools. And, apparently, Austin was a big fan of those. After school, and before his basketball practice, he used to go to the gym and work out. He didn't, however, on Wednesdays and Fridays. She didn't know why, though… well, except for this specific thing, she still was a good spy (the word 'stalker' didn't suit her, no).

The brunette walked carefully towards the gym, avoiding to be seen by any student, her book clutched in her hand, her backpack hanging off her shoulder and her guitar case on the other. She was really burdened that day, but she had to bring the guitar since her music teacher insisted on hearing her play.

Before she realized, she was standing there. Outside the washed out light blue door, slightly ajar. Ally, taking the risk, tried to get a sneak peek of the inside doing her best to balance everything on her shoulders. Then she saw him, lying on a bench for exercises, his arms raising up and then going down. He was so concentrated in doing that exercise that she decided to open the door just a little more, to watch better. She couldn't stop staring at his muscles contracting and at his flat abdomen (he was, surprise surprise, shirtless); she was totally mesmerized.

But suddenly, due to her goofiness or the dizziness caused by the pleasing view in front of her, her guitar case slid off her shoulder and on her arm and it hit the door, causing it to open even more.

Even her songbook fell on the ground in the process. She muttered a "dang!" before quickly bending to pick it up. Little did she know her whole act caught somebody's attention and when she raised her head, two hazel eyes were staring at her.

And for the first time, he noticed.

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