I know what you're thinking..."Another AU?!"

What can I say? They're fun as hell to write. Although, this is only slightly an AU...

ANYWAYS;

DC; I don't own anything.


Ally Dawson looked at the intimidating brick building that would be her school for the next four years. There were students lounging on the front lawn, walking up the stairs to get inside, and cars pulling into the parking lot. It was busy and crowded and something she would prefer not to be in the middle of.

She was shoved to the side by a boy running to the entrance of the school, and she sighed deeply as she followed. No use in delaying the torture.

Highschool was supposed to be fun, and she was sure it would be. For some people. She was not some people, of course, she was the straight A student who was often ignored or pushed around or ran into. Highschool was probably going to be hell for Ally. At least her two best friends were in most of her classes this year, though.

Speaking of her best friends, Ally spotted Trish near her locker and smiled. They had close lockers this year. What a relief.

"Hey, Trish-"

"Don't even talk to me yet. I woke up almost twenty minutes late so I couldn't properly do my makeup or eat breakfast, we were out of coffee so I haven't had that this morning, plus on the way over I stepped in gum and it's still on my shoe. I mean, fucking christ, it's only the first day of highschool and I already want it to end." She grumbled as she shoved books into her bag and slammed her locker shut.

Ally bit back a grin; Trish could be so dramatic sometimes, but that's one of the things she loved about her. "I'm sorry. But hey, at least Lisa and Jenna haven't bothered us yet. If we're lucky, they won't be in any of our classes either."

Lisa had been the head cheerleader at their middle school the year before which, as cliche as it was, meant she was the most popular, meanest girl in school. Jenna was her equally as mean sidekick, although she was much smarter than her boss, as odd as that was.

Trish rolled her eyes as she slammed her locker shut. "True."

The bell rang before Ally could finish consoling her friend, and they fought their way through the bustling hallways to get to their home room. They walked in, picked two seats near the windows, and sat down.

Ally pulled out her notebook and a pencil and was laying them neatly on her desk when their teacher walked in.

"Hello, I'm Miss Holloway, and I'll be your home room and history teacher this year. Just do your best and I'm sure we'll get along fine." She sent the students a haunting smile that told them she would make their lives a living hell if they stepped out of line.

And thus, Ally's highschool life had officially started.


After their last period, Ally and Trish met at their lockers to gather items they needed before meeting Dez for pizza.

"So Lisa is in the one class that I don't have with either of you, as my luck would have it. She spent the entire time giggling and whispering and pointing at me like a total-"

Ally stopped listening to her friend's rant as her eye caught someone else's across the hall. He was leaning against the lockers opposite of theirs with his arms crossed over his chest while talking to a jock. Ally looked him over; he wore a simple black tee, jeans with a hole on the right knee and converse. When her eyes met his once more he smirked her way and then shook his head a little at the jock before walking off.

"Who was that?" Ally asked, watching him make his way through the crowded halls.

Trish cut her rant short to figure out who her friend was talking about. "That blonde guy? Oh, he's in my bio class. His name is Austin. Moved here from some country state – Alabama or Texas or Idaho or something – and I heard he just moved in next door to Lisa – or maybe it was down the street? I'm not sure. I think it's that little yellow house with the red shutters around the corner from yours."

Ally raised her eyebrows, impressed with her best friend's knowledge of their new classmate. She was a social butterfly, after all, so the brunette shouldn't have been so surprised.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just wondering." Ally shrugged and zipped up her bag.

The boy seemed intriguing, but she wasn't going to waste time on someone she probably would never speak to, so Ally shut her locker and walked with Trish to Pizza Hut.

When they arrived, Dez waved them over to their usual table where a steaming half pepperoni, half sausage pizza sat on the table surrounded by their favorite sodas. Ally smiled, grateful to have such a great friend like Dez, and then her and Trish sat in the booth opposite of the redhead.

"Hey guys!" He greeted, all big smiles and excitement as per usual. "First day of highschool wasn't so bad. My art teacher is super cool and I have no homework today."

Ally laid a slice of pizza on her plate while Trish typed on her phone. "All I have is a worksheet for math and an English paper due this Thursday. Not too bad."

Conversation flowed pretty easily at their table as always, but Ally zoned out when her eyes landed on someone across the restaurant.

He was sitting alone at a table in a corner, his feet propped up on the chair across from him. His backpack was sitting on the table next to a half-eaten personal pizza and a soda. He looked up from his phone as Ally finished looking him over. She blushed when he smirked and raised a brow at her.

He abruptly got up and slung his backpack over one shoulder with one hand as the other grabbed his tray of food. He began walking towards Ally's table, and she panicked until he took a last-minute turn to a trash can and threw his stuff away. He walked out of the restaurant and never once looked back, leaving behind a very confused, very intrigued Ally.

Ally was distracted the rest of her time spent at Pizza Hut with her friends, no matter how hard she tried to focus.


Okay, Highschool AU! Not sure how long this'll be but I have the outline written out and I'm so excited! (And yes, A&A will both pursue careers in music but that's for later chapters. Right now Austin and Ally are both regular high school kids, such as myself, who have absolutely no damn clue what they're gonna do. They're just focusing on getting through these four years of hell LMAO)