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Ally Dawson, A.K.A. me. Short, with brown hair. Glasses. No makeup. Skinny jeans. Avengers t-shirt. Converse. Overall, plain, verging on nerdy. Not exactly an eye-catcher. I tend to be rather nonexistent to most people in my school.
I like to write songs and sing, though no one has actually heard them, or me, not even my best friend, Trish. I sit in the back of the class, paying attention but never participating. I'm always picked last for any sport dude to my lack of overall coordination. I blend. I never stand out. I don't want to.
Austin Moon, A.K.A. the most popular guy in school. Tall. Wavy, bleach blond hair. Muscles. Jordans. T-shirts. Jeans. Center of attention. Basketball player. Funny. Everyone's favorite person.
It's not that he's not a nice guy or anything because he's actually a lot nicer than most people in his situation. He's just never talked to me. He has plenty of friends, including his best friend Dez, this quirky red head that can't match to save his life. Austin stands out. He's popular. He's basically my polar opposite, even though he is moderately intelligent.
I don't understand how I always end up in situations like this. I was doing fine, watching my feet like usual, hugging my books to my chest on the way to class, not paying much attention to my surroundings. Suddenly, while I'm off in lala land, the person in front of me turns around to say something to someone and I walk right into his chest. He catches me by the waist, causing me to gasp sharply. I hear an awkward laugh above me and pray to God it's not who it sounds like. Apparently my prayers are to go unanswered because I look up into the face of Austin Moon. Great. Just great.