Chapter 1 was originally published December 13th, 2013. Re-published August 3rd, 2016.
A vampiric twist on Ally Dawson's and Austin Moon's love life. This is in the point of view of Ally Dawson, a new girl who just moved to the sunny city of Miami. There, she meets her two best friends. And... the vampire. Austin Moon. He's always on her mind, in her dreams, everywhere she turns in the hallways at school—he's there. Will there be blood?
Bites? Love? Or... roses?
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Allyson POV
"Ally!"
"Ughh..."
"Allyson…!"
"Go awayy..."
"ALLYSON MARIE! GET UP NOW!"
Hearing my father from downstairs, I rolled over in my bed lazily, then just ended up falling off of it. My body connected with the floor, and I simply groaned in the cocoon that formed from my blanket being wrapped around my body. I peeped my head out to look at the ancient clock on my light blue wall. 7:43AM. I gasped and got up fast, making me trip over my blanket and stumble to my dresser, having to hold onto it for support. Today was my first day of school since I moved to Miami, and I wasn't looking forward to it.
I opened my dresser drawer and got out a white tank top, my short sleeved, dark blue button-up shirt to go over it, white skinny jeans, and grey boots. I took my favorite black leather jacket off of my door handle to top it all off. I threw it all on in a record amount of time, and I examined myself. I tied my hair up in a messy bun, hated it, then stubbornly just let my hair hang down.
I ran down the stairs with my brown satchel bag swung over my shoulder (with my songbook in it, of course), kissed my father's cheek goodbye, and then walked out the door slowly to head down the block to the bright blue and beige building that would be my hell for my last two years of high school.
Marino High. I could see it all the way from down the street. I got to it within a few minutes and sighed.
Guess I had to enter this place sooner or later.
I trudged up the steps of the happy-looking Marino High school facility. Even the building looked like it was joyful and rid of any sadness that was around. So why wasn't its happy aura working on me?
Well, because I'm Allyson Marie Dawson. I'm not perky, I'm not happy, I'm not girly.
Although, I did appreciate the clouds in the crystal clear sky. One of the rare things that made me happy; cloud watching. That seemed so much more entertaining than going into this place. I looked up to see a huge bright blue banner. "Welcome to Marino High!" the text screamed, with a smiling cartoon dolphin ringing around the bubbly letters it was printed in.
Kill me now. I opened the doors and stepped inside. Immediate murmurs and stares practically punched me in the gut. I'm sure it was only one or two people… but to me, it felt like a thousand.
I don't know why, but I felt like people were only staring at me just to see if I messed up. That was why I had stage fright. I hid my face behind the curtain of my curly, ombrè hair. It was covering both sides of my face as I speed-walked down the hallway.
I glanced up with my eyes, only to get more stares. Damn it. Was it my clothes? My make-up? Fuck it, I didn't care. Well, I didn't want to, anyway. I stopped to see a polished golden sign labeled "Office" next to a big wooden door. Bingo. I turned the handle to open the door and gingerly walked inside.
It was even more bright and sunny than the outside of the building. More banners and posters, fake potted plants, and the early morning sun shined through the open windows. Wait, the windows were wide open? Talk about tight security in this place. I saw an old woman in a bright blue pantsuit behind the desk, typing away on her (what seemed to be) medieval computer. She put on a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"You must be the new student." I rose my eyebrows at her fake enthusiasm, but shrugged. "Uh. Yeah..." I said in a monotone voice, biting my lip nervously. It was her turn to raise her eyebrows at me.
"Okay, dear… I suppose I'll tell Principal Marino you're here." I nodded and wrinkled my nose as she made her way to a door behind the desk. Way to be awkward, Dawson. I turned around to sit in a waiting chair and I saw a figure standing outside the glass window next to the big wooden door. I blinked and looked back. Nothing.
I knit my eyebrows together. Surely it wasn't some creepy stalker. Even though this school's security sucked, I shouldn't be stalked, right? Wow, paranoia. Could've been someone just walking by. I hated this anxiety. Must've been new the second I walked into the place. Happiness really messed with my head.
I just stared blankly at the window, checking to see if the figure would come back. That is, until somebody cleared their throat. "Miss Dawson?" the principal asked from behind me. I rolled my eyes at his false authority before putting on a fake close-lipped smile and turned around to face him. "Hi..." I muttered.
Probably not loud enough for the old secretary to hear me, and she was closer to me than he was. "You must be the new student!" he exclaimed.
I tried to match his excitement by bobbing my head lightly, a bemused look on my face, until he walked right up to me and shook my hand with a seriously firm grasp. I just stood there stiffly while he practically ripped my arm out of its socket. I frowned and tried to keep from saying anything even though I found the situation extremely weird. He seemed oblivious to my discomfort as he took his hand away.
"Well," he said after a moment, "I will get your locker combination and schedule. Give me a moment, Allyson." I nodded curtly, still with a frown on my face. He excused himself, and walked into his office with a click of the door being shut following behind him.
I glanced sideways and opened my mouth slightly to make meaningless conversation with the secretary until the principal came back, but she was on the phone talking with someone. Great, more boredom.
I looked back at the glass window and, after a double-take, saw the figure again. A blonde boy.
My first thoughts: "Who is he?" and "Why is he staring at me?" He was just standing there… gazing at me. I did the same. Strangely enough, it didn't feel creepy. His eyes were not scrutinizing like how people usually looked at me, they were soft. Light. Curiosity and rapt focus had shone through them and into my soul. That's how powerful they were to me.
He had bright, blonde locks of hair—this is what took my attention after his eyes. His hair was very wavy and untangled, yet tousled. He had fairly tanned and clear skin, a blush color blended into his face and cheeks. His eyes were a very dewey, beautiful brown color.
I squinted at him in confusion once I'd realized how long we'd been staring at one another, and his eyes clouded. They were an inky black—I couldn't have imagined it... his stare nearly made me lose my breath.
Since the window reached from the top of the wall to the floor, I could see that he was wearing all black. I continued to stare at him, as did he, while I was making sure my jaw didn't drop.
He was so… exquisite.
Gorgeous, even. I never used those words to describe a man before, but my mind kept chanting those complimentary words in my brain the more I looked at him.
I took the tiniest step towards the window, and of course, that's when the principal cleared his throat. "Allyson?"
I tried to contain my gasp as I spun around abruptly, slightly angry at him for ruining my moment as I felt my cheeks burn pink in embarrassment. "Here you go..." He looked at me questioningly as if thinking that I was ill, holding out two pieces of paper along with a folder and a pen.
"Oh. Right..." I muttered as I took the materials. I placed the papers on top of the folder and tucked the pen inside of it, then surveyed my locker combination. I half-heartedly thanked him without looking up and walked out of the office quickly. As if the shutting of the heavy office door was a bell going off in my head, I jolted my head upward with a gasp. The boy had disappeared.
Chapter 1: Complete!
Credits:
[1]: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!
[2]: The outfit I described that Ally was wearing was from Laura Marano's 'Regard' Magazine August 2013 photoshoot. Just look it up in Google Images, hopefully I described it well.
Hugs and Auslly;
Valerie x
