A/N: I dunno guys… I've always wanted to do this. The whole bad-boy Austin, and good-girl Ally, It's just so…tempting. It might not be good, but it might not be bad either. I know you are probably like, my freaking god! Another one! I'm sorry, not really, but I've wanted to do this forever so bear with me. Ah how I love clichés…

I don't own Austin and Ally. Do I really have to do this?

She stood in front of the building, her doe eyes skimming along the gigantic place that these people called "school". She didn't understand why it had to be so big and intimidating. The first day of school was hard enough as it already was. Crowd of teenagers flocked in towards the entrance, they looked normal enough. Then again what exactly is "normal"? She forced herself out of her thoughts and decided to grow a pair and walk in. How hard could it be right?

Breezing by all the classrooms was a total blur to her. Everything looked the same. Teenagers swarmed around, like bees, gathering honey from flower to flower. She guessed she wasn't a bee just yet. Then what the hell was she? She shook her head and walked towards a classroom, she hoped it would be the right one.

Luck was with her, it was her class. She breathed a sigh of relief and plopped herself down on a desk in the back of the room. She scanned the room, besides her teacher, she was the only one there.

"Ah, you must be our new student!" the women behind the desk stated.

"Uh, yeah."

"Allyson Dawson, correct?"

"Just Ally, if you don't mind ma'am."

"Alright, Ally, I'm sure you'll have a great year with all of us!"

"Yeah, I hope so…"

She was cut off by the flocks of student barging through the classroom door. And let the games begin, she thought glumly. She heaved a sigh and scanned the many faces that scattered the room. There was a tall redhead boy, his cheeks spotted with an array of freckles. He looked odd. The kind of odd you would think people would be made fun of by, but instead he was being greeted by a group of students who looked very interested in him. Well, lucky him.

She darted her eyes from the strange boy to a curly, raven haired Mexican girl. She was embracing another blond girl in a hug that neither of them seemed to be enjoying. The curly haired girl was wearing a very bright, sparkly blouse with some black tights and some matching sparkly flats. She was very, well, sparkly. Yep, that was the perfect adjective to describe her. The blond girl was tall and was probably the definition of sexy. Seriously though, she was perfect.

A blond haired boy came out of absolutely nowhere and grabbed the blond girl from her back and hugged her. Major PDA shown. Disgusted, she turned her head away and decided to focus herself on the task that the teacher was assigning. She could not quite focus though. I mean, so many new people were around her and she really wanted to socialize and hopefully make some friends. She did not want to be a loner this year, nope. Things had to change if she wanted this to be a good year for her.

She had to stop being so sheltered. I mean she hadn't gone to many parties in her 17 years of living. She wanted to be a teenager this year, point across.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something. The raven haired girl was passing something to her. A note, it landed on her desk in a swift motion.

Are you new here?- Trish

Yes-Ally

Advice #1: Don't make eye contact with anyone

Okay…

I'm being serious.

I didn't say you weren't

Sassy, keep it up and it will be the next hunger games between the two of us

Sorry?

I'm the sass one here got that newbie?

I said I'm sorry!

Keep that up and you'll be the lowest on the food chain

Wait what the hell?

Ha- trust me you'll see

Oh and don't socialize with blondie

Which one?"

Both

Okay

Hm, I kinda like you

Alrighty…

I'm done here

She had no idea what happened. Had she made a friend? God why was high school so hard? The next classes were all a whirlwind of new faces and new teachers, and very many stares. She did not like being the center of all the attention; she did not like the feeling of having everyone mentally placing her on a scale. She hated being compared. Oh well, what could she do about it? Nothing that's what.

Saying that she planned sitting with Trish and that weird redheaded boy was not her plan. Honestly, she was just happy to be sitting with someone. She was thankful for Trish and her unusual ways and the way she talked as if she owned the whole world. It kept both the redhead and her quiet and listening. In a way Ally admired her ways, Trish was a natural born leader. She, sure as hell, wasn't. Her curious eyes scanned the cafeteria and fell upon a boy.

His eyes seemed to be fixated on something or someone…

"Oh my lovely jesus!" Trish screamed totally knocking Ally out of her trance about the boy.

"Huh, what?"

"He's staring!"

"Who?"

"Him!"

"Who's him?"

"Austin Moon!"

"Who's Austin Moon?"

"The guy who's staring at you!"

Out of pure curiosity she looked in the direction of the boy she saw, sure enough, he was staring. This was all new to Ally; she was never stared at in New York. Nope, there were too many people to be noticed. She kind of liked the feeling. Kind of, because she wasn't used to anyone's attention.

"Well don't stare back!"

"Why not?"

"Just DON"T!"

"It's a free country."

"Just remember what I said about eye contact and staying away from the blondies!"

She said nothing more, she really didn't want to lose her only friend. I mean, really, how pathetic would that be? Ally looked back one last time and saw him again. He wasn't staring so Ally studied him more closely. He was, God, what was he? She stared in awe at him wondering how God had created such a beautiful creature.

He had the kind of hair that made your fingers want to tug and pull and caress…

He had the kind of manly features that totally made her question her virginity…

He had the kind of eyes that shone in this dark luring way…

And Goddamn his body…

Yep, she was totally interested. But she had strict orders to stay away. Hm, maybe she could break the rules just for once… Ha, who was she kidding? Ally Dawson? Break the fucking rules? No way.

He was just a bad-boy who could not be tamed. That was it, so why was she so intrigued?

She found herself laughing her thoughts. Seriously? Her intrigued with Austin Moon residential bad-boy? Come on. She needed to get real.

As soon as school was over she decided she had a pretty good day. She made friends, she learned her new schedules, and she had learned all the precautions she had to take in order to get by without becoming the laughingstock of the whole school. She did pretty well for being Ally Dawson.

"Hey Ally!"

"Oh, hey dad!"

"How was the first day of school?"

"Pretty good actually."

"Good, good. Anyone I need to beat up?"

"Naw, not yet."

"Oh, I forgot!"

"What?"

"I bought a store!"

"Huh?"

"Yep, it's called Sonic Boom!"

"Uh, that's great I guess…"

"It's a music store!"

"Wait, seriously?"

"Uh-huh!"

"So you mean I can play all the instruments I want?"

"Well…."

"Well, what?"

"Do you want a job?"

"Ughhh!"

"Come on Ally, I don't have any other employers!"

"Fine."

That's how she ended up behind the counter of a music shop. It was empty besides a few guitars and unpacked boxes. It was pretty threadbare, no wonder there were no costumers. She sighed and looked around hoping for someone to come and buy something. Or at least a distraction, she was so bored.

One minute she was alone in the store the next there was the boy. Austin Moon.

"Uh, hi. Welcome to Sonic Boom."

"Do you have ant guitar strings?"

"I'm sure we do, in one of these boxes, let me check."

"Wait-hold up- you're the new girl."

"Uh-huh."

Her heart was beating so loud, she wondered if he could hear it. THUMP THUMP.

"I didn't give you the proper welcome."

"I-well- it's only been a day so…"

"Well, let me tell you something baby, stay out of my way and you'll have no problems all year. Am I clear?"

"What if I don't follow the rules?"

"You don't look like the kind of girl that goes around breaking rules."

"You don't know me."

"Ah- I know more than you think."

"That was not very welcoming."

"I'm not a very welcoming person."

"I-"

"Just stay out of my way. Clear?"

"Okay"

"I'll be on my way."

"You don't want your guitar strings?"

"That's not why I came."

"Then why did you come?"

Shit.

"That's a good question. Let me tell you something, we all have good intentions in the beginning, and then they turn evil ."

"this is evil?"

"It's just bad."

He left the store leaving her mind clouded. He was just a bad-boy.

A/N: Okay I'm done. Crappy day and I'm tired. Peace be with all of you!