Chapter Three: Rebel
I wake up in the hospital. My head hurts so bad as I cry out in agony.
Austin… Austin! Shit, he must think I'm a clumsy ass hole!
I need a smoke, now. I dig through my pockets but I notice that I'm not wearing my normal clothes.
" Now how can I get my smoke? " I try to get up from my bed but, my dad comes in and says I need to rest, to hell with him. I'm surprised he can even talk, You can barely understand him. It's all drunken slurs. I have to leave this place!
Turns out, I can't until about 3 days later. I have a minor injury, just a bruise on my side, which is good. I decide to drive to school in my mustang, my head hanging out the window.
Then, I see Austin. Maybe I'll play hooky today.
Austin POV
I slip a smoke in between my lips. I breathe in the dirty air then breathe it out. It feels good.
I walk to the outside lockers and lean against them when I see Ally in the distance. I walk out behind her and kiss her neck, slowly breathing on her cheek. " Wanna play hooky, we can go to a nightclub? " I wait for her to answer. " OK, we can take my mustang." She then gives me a smirk.
"Nah," I say pointing to my motorcycle, " we can take my ride. "
Ally's POV
I feel so awkward and I haven't felt awkward ever since last year. My mind washes away and I say the stupidest thing ever.
" Yeah, I have to… use the bathroom… umm, the cheerleaders aren't gonna be called bitches on their own! " I run off.
I am such an ass hole. I head to the bathroom and push everyone out of the way. Everyone respects me, and no one says a word when I push them. That's the way it is.
I wash my face with cold water and leave the bathroom.
I see Austin leaning against the lockers.
" I'm back. We can go now, how bout the nightclub downtown, Seven 7's? " He sits on his motorcycle and starts it up. " Well, get on hot stuff. Hold on. " I hold his waist feeling as cool as ever. I feel hot, no, I feel sexy.
