She hates him. He despises her. It was the way things worked, it was as simple as the bond they shared. But when a dare is taken and the two spend the night in an abandoned manor, secrets come out and relationships are formed, even if it's not in the best of ways.
Chapter One
It's not that I hate Halloween.
It's not that I hate Sonic Boom when it's decorated in fake pumpkins and vampire repellents. It's not that I hate the old costume shop that's just down the road from across the beach. To be honest, I don't exactly have anything against Halloween at all. The kids trick-or-treating, the frantic parents that don't want their children getting kidnapped. It's all in the spirit of the occasion.
It's the fact that I'll have to spend the whole weekend with him, thanks to both our families. It would be better if I had gone to Gran and Granddad's for the weekend instead of agreeing to spend my sixteenth Halloween in Miami - because, of course, it was always the same. Even he hated it. yes, you know who I'm talking about. The boy that carries a lighter around everywhere but never smokes, the one who rides an expensive motorcycle but can't be bothered to get anyone a Christmas card.
Austin Moon. That's who he is, and I hate him so much that the spite burns through my skin and tortures my heart. But, let's not get too far into that. Even though it is Halloween, death is very rural around this time of month, and I'm allowed to fantasize about killing the blonde bastard for as long as I wish. Unless there is some law to it. Which, last time I checked, there definitely isn't.
So as I lock my car and make my way into the school, I make sure to toss him my most threatening glare and watch as the smirk slowly appears on his face. I hate him, so much. Have I mentioned that?
I ruffle my curly brown hair and stare at my reflection in the mirror glued to my locker door. If it wasn't for Austin, it would still have a pristine surface, but he ruined it years ago by splitting it in half with an out of control basketball. He didn't apologize, if your wondering. I slam the locker door shut and make my way towards History, the only subject I dreaded. Why? Because I sit next to him.
We're currently learning the tragic deaths in the maiden voyage of the Titanic, and so far, I've grown fond of the subject. I've also watched the movie, thirty-seven times, and I've cried every single time. I don't exactly believe that there was a couple on that ship, holding on to each other for dear life, but it's a great valentines day movie if your lonely. Which, of course, I'm not.
I have the most amazing, thoughtful boyfriend ever. Well, at least that's what I think of him. His name's Dallas Cevera, and even when I don't see him that much, I fall for him a little more each and everyday. The only problem? He's Austin's best friend, so whenever I visit his house for dinner, the blonde haired maniac is always there crashing or planning a secret party without the owner knowing.
Okay, maybe I should give him some credit. Sometimes, very rarely, Austin's not as bad as the day before, but he's still bad. It annoys me how bipolar he seems. One day we're okay, just a few glares and comebacks, then the next day we're on a full bodied rampage, throwing things and slamming doors and swearing until our faces turn blue. But, that's just us. Austin and Ally, worst enemies till the end.
I slump back further into my seat as Austin and his posse of friends stride into the room. His "friends" seemed more like rebounds to me, since they were all too hung up with their reputations to care about actual friendships. All they needed was a pretty face and a good label. His group consisted of football-star Dez Worthy, gorgeous head cheerleader Tilly Thompson, socially mental Cassidy Peeples and last but not least, Dallas Cevera.
His friends walk away, talking about some Halloween party they were planning to go to. Dallas smiles and waves at me, mouthing for me to come over. Though, of course, I never do, and I'm stuck in position as Austin take's a seat next to me. "What are you smiling about?" he snaps, narrowing his eyes and giving me daggers. If looks could kill, I'd be brutally murdered in ways I never knew possible.
"Nothing that involves you, trust me," I scowl, and together we have a never-ending staring competition that Austin is forced to forfeit (after a very concerned note from the teacher about nearly breaking his pencil). The thing is, the only reason him and his group of friends (besides Dallas) hate me is because I'm the only person who's not scared of them. It's probably much more then that, because even Austin isn't childish enough to hold a grudge against a petty little thing, but you never know.
"Feisty today, are we?" he scoffs. "Watch your back Dawson." I don't have to respond with a witty comeback, because we already know that as long as the other one is alive, our backs will never be turned.
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I don't know how this turned out. I went trick or treating the other day and just saw the cutest thing ever. A guy proposed to his girlfriend while they were out looking after the girls cousin or something. It was well cute, everyone clapped ! :D
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