Ok, I don't like to start new stories when I'm in the middle of one, but I wanted to upload this one :) I'll be updating That Dance in a couple days, so be patient :D So check this one out?

As the clock turned another minute, the parking lot of Miami High started to fill up, with different types of students. There are your nerds, goth, hardcore popular, perky popular, and your average socially awkward students.

Then there's him.

He broke all the groups of the school, he being popular, yet smart. Not perky, but not completely hardcore. Instead, he was a bad boy. He was the person that you could only dream that he knew your name, or that you got lucky enough to sit next to him in one or your classes. He was the kind of person who cared what people thought of him, and worked hard enough to maintain this cocky image of his. But of course, he never told anyone that. He acted like this person that you wanna be like, but noone ever tried. They knew that he would destroy anyone that got in the way of his popularity. Some wonder how he manages to keep up his grades, but noone asks.

It just remains a secret.

His bleach blonde hair just adds on to his appearances. His warm brown eyes makes girls go crazy for him. He likes the attention, he feeds off of it. He also has this nice side to him, but that never comes out. Maybe sometimes, but only if you're close to him. Some say it's a rumor, and some say that its just crazy. So noone ever really wants to be close to him, they just want him to acknowledge people, and notice that they're there. And he does.

And he's Austin Moon.

And on that very day, he was driving to school, in his shiny new blue convertible. He had one hand on the wheel, the other arm over the cushion of the seat. In the passenger seat sat Natasha Cambridge, the queen of the school. She's considered to be the girl who you just can't stand anymore. She's the mean girl of the school, and she always gets what she wants. And she also happens to be Austin's new project for the week.

And then there was Dez, who sat in the backseat, trying not to throw up everytime he saw Austin and Natasha together. He definitely was not a fan of them, and thought that they were all wrong together. Dez knew the whole soft spot of Austin, but chose not to share it. He kept everything bottled up, and tried to look away, from them, but it wasn't easy. Considering Austin was his best friend. His shiny red hair and his awkward choice in clothing made some people wonder why them two were best friends in the first place. "I don't really know," they both replied, "It just happened."

So on that very day, Austin was driving to school, trying to drown out the sound of Natasha's talking. He really couldn't care less about what she said, but he just had to deal with it for a while. He pulled into the parking lot, and started to move into his parking spot. His parking spot wasn't exactly assigned to him, but everyone knew that it was his spot. It was a perfect spot, it was under a tree that provides lots of shade in the sun, and its not incredibly far from the front entrance, but far enough so that if any administration walked out the door, they wouldn't see you doing all the things that Austin did to keep up his image. You know, they sit up on the hood of his car, and drink and just hang out.

But on this particular day, just as he was about to pull into his parking space, the sound of a revving engine drove past him and parked perfectly into the parking place. The spot that was originally Austin's. Pissed off, Austin stopped the car, causing everyone to shift forward. He angrily stomped out of his car and walked over to the person sitting on the motorcycle.

"Hey!" He yelled, causing the person to whip their head towards him. "Hey! That's my parking space, get out!" He screamed, dragging the attention to many people, while putting the emphasis on "my" parking space. The person stood up from the shiny black motorcycle, and slowly took off their helmet. Slowly the persons short brown curls fell out of the helmet, moving around as she shifted her head to adjust her hair. She took her helmet and placed it under her arm. She looked up and glared at the blonde haired boy, then smirked.

She had this emotionless face, if anything, it would be a glint of happiness, or cockiness. Something about her made people gasp, and stare at her. Her look was intoxicating, but yet, the kind that makes you not look at her because you're scared of her. As she held her cocky smirk, she scoffed in his face as she walked into the doors of the school, earning the stares of the school.

And of course the blonde boy with his eyes widened with anger.

The halls were quiet as she walked through, looking for the main office. As soon as she found it, she walked in, putting on her smile. She stood in front of a lady at a desk, waiting patiently until she looked up. "Hi, I'm new here and I don't exactly know where to go." She looks up and smiles, typing something into her computer. "And your name is?" She continues her smile, making her cheeks hurt.

"Ally Dawson." She nods and continues to type. She prints up a piece of paper and hands it to her. "Do you need help around the school?" Ally takes the paper and turns around. "No, thank you."

She didn't need help, she never needed help. She always did everything on her own, and that's how she liked it. Or thats what she thought. She went to her locker and put in her locker combination. Her mind kept that blonde boy she met outside. Who was he? And why did he seem so pissed? What was his problem? She shut her locker quite loudly and walked to her first class.

Knowing that everyone was staring at her, of course.

Okie dokie, there y'all go :P Like I said, I have another story, That Dance, so check it out. This story's a bit different then the other ones, but I kinda like this story and how its going to go :D Bye guys!