The Duff and The Rock star

Hey I'm kind of new to fanfiction, I've been a long time reader but this my first time kind of writing fanfiction. I've been a huge fan of Austin and Ally and I'm super bummed it ended so I thought maybe writing a few stories would help me deal with it ending. So I decided the write a fanfic based on one of my favorite books: The Duff, I've changed the names, locations and etc. to fit the show

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally or The Duff

I can't believe I'm here again

Once again, Trish and Cassidy were making fools of themselves shaking their asses on the dance floor as if they were in some rap video. But I guess guys love that kind of crap don't they? I could honestly feel my brain cells slowly dying away as I wondered, for probably hundredth time that night, why did I let them drag me here, again!

Every time we came to The Beat the same thing would always happen. Trish and Cassidy would make their way to the dance floor where they danced, laughed, and flirted with every guy there, and eventually they were hauled out by their caring and protective friend- me – before and slime balls could try and take advantage of them again. But until then, I sat at the bar, talking to Greg, the thirty year old bartender, about "the problem with kids these days"

I didn't want to offend Greg by telling him that one of the biggest problems with my fellow youths was this damn place. The Beat used to be a real bar, but was converted into a teen lounge a few years ago. The rickety old bar still stood but Greg only served non-alcohol drinks while kids listened and danced to live music. I despise the place for the simple reason that it made my friends, who could be somewhat sensible young adults, act like downright idiots. Don't get me wrong, my friends weren't the only ones who acted like idiots. At least half of Marino High went to The Beat on the weekends and no one left with their dignity intact. Well, except me of course.

Seriously, where was the fun in all of this? Want to dance to the same heavy bass techno music week after week? Sure! Then maybe I'll hit on this sweaty, oversexed football player. Maybe we'll have meaningful discussions about education and philosophy while we bump 'n grind. Ugh. Yeah, right.

Trish sat down on the stool next to mine. "You should come dance with us, Als," she said out breath from her vigorous booty-shaking she just got finished doing not two minutes ago. "It's so much fun"

"I'm sure it is" I muttered under my breath

"Oh my gosh" Cassidy sat on my other side, her dark blonde looking a little disheveled from her endless dancing" Did you see that? Did you freaking see that? Elliot just totally hit on me! Omigosh

Trish rolled her eyes "He asked you where you got your shoes, Cass. He's totally gay"

"He's too cute to be gay"

Trish just ignored her and rolled her eyes again while running a hand through her dark curly hair. I've always been envious of my friend's hair and how it flowed effortlessly and always had the scent of fragrant flower thanks to their shampoo and conditioner. I absentmindedly ran a hand through my chestnut colored hair as my hair envy continued to grow.

"Ally, we brought you here to have a good time and dance! Not to sit and mope around talking to the bartender. No offense Greg" she gave him a friendly grin, but I could tell it was fake I'm sure Greg did to because he just turned around muttering something that sounded like " Stupid kids" under his breath. "Trish is right, we are only seniors once, and we should celebrate!" Cassidy interjected

"Will you guys, quit worrying? I'm having a great time. I'm just not dancing because I'm a horrible dancer, you already know that. I'm having a blast here at the bar" I was lying straight through my teeth, well except for the bad dancer part. I was pretty bad, but I do have this one dance I thought wasn't half bad, I call it 'The Ally Way' I knew if told my friends I wasn't having a good time and wanted to go home that their eyes would fill with disappointment

"Go ahead and dance, I'll be fine" I said hoping they weren't catching onto my lying. "Are you sure?" Trish said her eyes narrowed while looking at me as if she was waiting for me to crack. I simply nodded hoping she would leave soon because I knew if she kept looking at me like that I would crack in 10 seconds flat. "Okay then" she finally said. I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

Trish grabbed Cassidy's arm dragging her back to the center of the dance floor. I just stared at the clock above the bar hoping this night cold be over soon, so I could get some sleep. I promised myself that I wouldn't ask Trish or Cassidy to leave until eleven O' clock. When I glanced at the clock I saw that it was barely even nine o' clock.

"Hey there"

I rolled and turned to glare at the unwelcomed intruder. This would happen every once in a while, some guy usually with horrible BO and a brain the size of a walnut, would walk over and take a seat next to me trying and failing miserably to make small talk with me. Clearly they hadn't inherited the observant gene, because the expression on my face made it pretty damn obvious that I wasn't in the mood to be swept off my feet. I never was.

Surprisingly, the guy who'd taken the seat next to me didn't stink like pot or armpits. In fact, that might have been cologne I smelled on the air. But my disgust only increased when I realized who the cologne belonged to. I would have preferred and idiot with BO

Austin. Freaking. Moon

"What do you want?" I demanded, not even bothering to be polite.

"Aren't you the friendly type?" Austin asked sarcastically. "Actually, I came to talk to you."

"Well, that sucks for you. I'm not talking to people tonight." I slurped my drink loudly, hoping he'd take the not-so-subtle hint to leave. No such luck. I could feel his dark brown eyes crawling all over me. He couldn't even pretend to be looking me in the eyes, could he? Ugh!

"Come on," Austin teased. "There's no need to be so cold."

"Leave me alone," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Go try your charming act on some tramp with low self-esteem, because I'm not falling for it."

"Oh, I'm not interested in tramps," he said. "That's not my thing."

I snorted. "Any girl who'd give you the time of day, Austin, is most definitely a tramp. No one with taste or class or dignity would actually find you attractive."

Okay. That was a tiny lie.

Austin Moon was the most disgusting womanizing playboy to ever darken the doorstep of Marino High… but he was kind of hot. Maybe if you could put him on mute… and cut off his hands… maybe-just maybe-he'd be tolerable then. Otherwise, he was just an ass, a handsome ass, but an ass still.

"And you do have taste and class and dignity, I assume?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes, I do."

"That's a shame."

"Is this your attempt at flirting?" I asked. "If it is, you fail. Epically."

He laughed. "I never fail at flirting." He ran his fingers through his blond hair and adjusted his crooked, arrogant little grin. "I'm just being friendly. Trying to have a nice conversation."

"Sorry. Not interested." I turned away and took another sip of my Cherry Coke. But he didn't move. Not even an inch. "You can go now," I said forcefully.

Austin sighed. "Fine. You're being really uncooperative, you know. So I guess I'll be honest with you. I've got to hand it to you: you're smarter and more stubborn than most girls I talk to. But I'm here for a little more than witty conversation." He moved his attention to the dance floor. "I actually need your help. You see, your friends are hot. And you, darling, are the Duff."

"Is that even a word?"

"Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend," he clarified. "No offense, but that would be you."

"I am not the-!"

"Hey, don't get defensive. It's not like you're an ogre or anything, but in comparison…" He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Think about it. Why do they bring you here if you don't dance?" He had the nerve to reach over and pat my knee, like he was trying to comfort me. I jerked away from him, and his fingers moved smoothly to brush some of his bangs out of his face instead. "Look," he said, "you have hot friends… really hot friends." He paused, watching the action on the dance floor for a moment, before facing me again. "Though the short one with curly hair is more my friend Dez's type"

"Her name is Trish" I said getting angrier by the minute

He just rolled his eyes and continued "The point is, scientists have proven that every group of friends has a weak link, a Duff. And girls respond well to guys who associate with their Duffs."

"Imbeciles can call themselves scientists now? That's news to me."

"Don't be bitter," he said. "What I'm saying is, girls-like your friends-find it sexy when guys show some sensitivity and socialize with the Duff. So by talking to you right now I am doubling my chances of getting laid tonight. Please assist me here, and just pretend to enjoy the conversation."

I stared at him, flabbergasted, for a long moment. Beauty really was skin-deep. Austin Moon may have had the body of a Greek god, but his soul was as black and empty as the inside of my closet. What a bastard!

With one swift motion I jumped to my feet and flung the contents of my glass in Austin's direction. Cherry Coke flew all over him, splattering his expensive-looking red leather jacket and white V-neck he was wearing. Drops of dark red liquid glistened on his cheeks and colored his bleach blonde hair. His face glowed with anger, and his chiseled jaw clinched fiercely.

"What was that for?" he snapped, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"What do you think it was for?" I bellowed, fists balled at my sides.

"Honestly, Duffy, I have no idea."

Angry flames blazed in my cheeks. "If you think I'm letting one of my friends leave this place with you, Austin, you're very, very wrong," I spat. "You're a disgusting, shallow, womanizing jackass, and I hope that soda ruins your stupid jacket." Just before I marched away, I looked over my shoulder and added, "And my name isn't Duffy. It's Ally. We've been in the same homeroom since middle school, you self-absorbed son of a bitch."

I never thought I'd be grateful that the damn techno played so loud. No one but Greg overheard the little episode, and he probably found the whole thing hysterical. I had to push my way through the crowded dance floor to find my friends. When I tracked them down, I grabbed Trish and Cassidy by their elbows and tugged them toward the exit.

"Hey!" Cassidy protested.

"What's wrong?" Trish asked.

"We're getting the hell out of here," I said, yanking their unwilling bodies along behind me. "I'll explain in the car. I just can't stand to be in this hellhole for one more second."

"Can't I say bye to Elliot first?" Cassidy whined, trying to loosen my grip on her arm.

"Cassidy!" I cricked my neck painfully when I twisted around to face her. "He's gay! You don't have a chance, so just give it up already. I need to get out of here. Please."

I pulled them out into the parking lot, where the icy January air tore at the bare flesh of our faces. Relenting Trish and Cassidy gathered close on either side of me. They must have found their outfits, which were intended to be sexy, were ill equipped to handle the coldness. We moved to my car in a huddle, separating only when we reached the front bumper. I clicked the unlock button on my key chain so that we could climb into my slightly warm car.

Trish curled up in the front seat and said, through chattering teeth, "Why are we leaving so early? Als, it's only, like, nine-fifteen."

"I got into an argument with someone," I explained, jabbing the key into the ignition with unnecessary force. "I threw my drink on him, and I didn't want to stick around for his response."

"Who?" Trish asked.

I'd been dreading that question because I knew the reaction I'd get. "Austin Moon."

Two swoony, girly sighs followed my answer.

"Oh, come on," I fumed. "The guy is a man-whore. I can't stand him. He sleeps with everything that moves, and his brain is located in his pants-which means it's microscopic."

"I doubt that," Trish said with another sigh. "Jeez Als, only you could find a flaw in Austin Moon."

I glared at her as I turned my head to back out of the parking lot. "He's a jerk."

"That's not true," Cassidy interjected. "Jenny said he talked to her at a party recently. She was with Kira and Piper, and she said he just came up and sat down beside her. He was really friendly."

That made sense. Jenny was definitely the Duff if she was out with Kira and Piper. I wondered which of them left with Austin that night.

"He's charming," Trish said. "You're just being cynical, as usual." She had a dreamy smile on her face as if she was daydreaming about the jackass. I took everything for me not to roll my eyes. "But what the hell did he do to get you to throw Coke at him?" Now she sounded concerned. Took her long enough. "Did he say something to you, Ally?"

No," I lied. "It's nothing. He just pisses me off."

Duff.

The word bounced around in my mind as I sped down 5th Street. I couldn't bring myself to tell my friends about the wonderful new insult that had just been added to my vocab list, but when I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror, Austin's assertion that I was the unattractive, undesirable tagalong (more like drag along) seemed to be confirmed. Cassidy's perfect hourglass figure and warm eyes. Trish's flawless complexion and confident demeanor. I couldn't compare to either of them.

"Well, I say we hit another party, since it's so early," Trish suggested. "I heard about this party that some college kids are having while home for Christmas break, it sounds fun. Piper told me about it this morning. Want to go?"

"Yeah!" Cassidy said from the backseat. "We should totally go! College parties have college boys. Won't that be fun, Ally?"

"As fun as a root canal" I said

"Oh, come on." Trish reached over and squeezed my arm. "No dancing this time, okay? And Cass and I promise to keep all hot guys away from you, since clearly you hate them." She smirked, trying to nudge me back into a good mood.

"I don't hate hot guys," I told her. "Just the one." After a moment, I sighed and turned onto the highway, heading for the county line. "Fine, we'll go. But you two are buying me a big jar of pickles after"

"Deal."