Ally's POV;
School is something that I can just do and get over with. Although, when Cassidy interferes it makes it that extra bit harder for me. It's lunch and Dez, Trish and I are sitting at a table watching Cassidy talk about the prom on the popular table.
"Me and Austin are wearing matching outfits!" she boasted. Like we care.
"Er, no we're not, you actually forgot to buy me an outfit," Austin answered, sipping his bottle of water.
Dez took a bite out of his apple. You could tell that he despised Austin dearly and to be honest who wouldn't? Every girl here seems to be falling for his charms and looks but I don't seem to see it at all. He acts up in class but when he's with Cassidy he backs down like a door mouse. I am thankful that he came over and told her not to be mean but he doesn't seem to have a personality at all.
"Okay, Dez, I know that you hate Austin but there's no need to stare," I smirked.
"Hate is such a strong word but that is the correct term," Trish smiled.
We watched over to see what else they were talking about.
"Austin, babe, tell them about the dress that you brought me!"
Austin didn't even buy it, well he did but he didn't want to. I don't know why she lied about forcing him to pay it for her.
"It just what you wanted…" He didn't seem too bothered. Cassidy went on about how it was a designer and that he paid a bomb for it. Kira, another one of her friends, believed it all and wished that she had a boyfriend like Austin.
"Hey, Cass, I was wondering if you wanted to come to Moon's Mattress Kingdom. My parents want-"
"Boring, boring, I don't care, yawn," Cassidy didn't let him finish off his sentence.
Austin slumped down his chair and watched her go on about the prom.
-/-
When I came back from school Dad wanted me to work. I really wanted to go on Music Buds but I eventually gave in when he said that I could go on it as soon as I finished unpacking the instruments. As I was unpacking the tambourines, Cassidy's boyfriend came in. He was looking around for something and I couldn't help but keep an eye on him. No way was I going to let him see me and watch him babble off to Cassidy so I put one of Dad's lame sunglasses on. It didn't really help that the lenses were yellow though but it's not like he's going to do anything bad is it? I snuck behind the front desk to see what he was actually doing. No one from school comes into the music store except from Dez and Trish. Austin looked as helpless as a newborn baby. I was so tempted to ask if he needed any help but he would probably recognise me. Not taking any chances I decided to tie my hair up, he also decided come over.
"Hey, do you sell any guitar strings?" he mentioned, drumming his nails onto the desk. "My girlfriend kind of broke mine,"
I got a string from one of the drawers. "That would be twenty five cents, please,"
"Twenty five cents for one string? Don't you want like twenty dollars or something?"
"No, not everything's designer,"
Austin sighed and managed to get the change out of his pocket. I gave him a receipt and waited for him to leave.
"You look familiar…"
"Er, no I'm not a familiar person, have a nice day. My shift's over,"
He took the string and left.
Austin's POV;
So, my girlfriend broke my guitar string because she didn't want me to sing a crappy song. I'm at Dallas' house again because I didn't want to help at Moon's Mattress Kingdom and my parents don't trust me home alone. Dallas was sitting down polishing his helmet whilst chatting to a bunch of girls on Music Buds. I can't believe that just because he is a member he can get all the girls. If they knew that I was Austin Moon there would be a crowd of girls wanted to kiss my noob butt.
"I can't believe you have like over five hundred friends on there," I acknowledged, watching him scroll down his friends list.
"How many friends do you have?" he remarked.
"Fifty six,"
I watched Dallas talk to the girls. He used text language unlike me and he was like: 'cme 2 ma crib, bbe' and once he attended the house it was like a mansion! He had a large bed, a flat screen TV, a disco ball with music, a hot tub… you name it. Suddenly I had an urge to buy membership to get all these cool things. My house is like a peasant's, seriously, it's like a small hut with a cheap bed and a toilet that isn't even a proper one. I bet if someone found out my account they would probably be laughing at me.
BookGirl96 has entered the chat room.
"DALLAS, THE GIRL THAT I TALK TO IS IN YOUR HOUSE?! MOVE!" I pushed him off of the computer seat and started typing.
DatKingLas: Hey, BookGirl96. My friend talks to you.
Dallas gave me a look. "Are you serious?"
I ignored him.
BookGirl96: Awe, really? What's his name?
DatKingLas: GuitarPlayerr, don't you think he's sexyyy for a peasant?
"What the heck, Austin, man?!"
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself,"
BookGirl96: Is this him? Hahahah!
Dallas pushed me off of the seat then started typing. I was so close and she didn't even answer the question. "Do you understand that you're still in a relationship?" He didn't lay an eye off of the screen, the girls were dancing weirdly and BookGirl96 was just standing in a corner.
Ally's POV;
"How do I dance on this stupid thing?!"
I didn't want to ask how to dance because if that was GuitarPlayerr's other account I would look like a loser. I felt ugly being the only girl in the room that wasn't a member. This can't be his other account because he's only spoken to me once asking if I knew his friend. Now DatKingLas is clicking on the flirt button on all of the girls except for me. When I'm with GuitarPlayerr he talks to me even if there are other girls in the room. Well, people from school are different I suppose, the more popular they are the more stuck up they get. I bet that the members are the popular ones too. A one month membership costs thirty dollars – with that I could buy something way more fun like a brand new Math book! The only reason I use the website is to listen to people's music demos and to chat if I get lucky. If you get membership you're allowed to have ten of your demos on your profile and have a possibility of it being in spotlight. This week's spotlight song is T-Fame with 'Got It 2', I've listened to it a couple of times and it's pretty catchy and all but I don't understand how it has seven hundred faves and five hundred comments. I checked GuitarPlayerr's profile; no demos, what a shame. His name has guitar and player in it but he hasn't got a demo out. In all fairness, my name is book girl and I haven't written any songs yet. It's not that I didn't want to; I just don't like showing other people the songs that I write. Worst of all, I'd never know who it was that wrote the comments, so if they hated it I wouldn't be able to ask them why.
-/-
I woke up the following day with my alarm clock frantically going off. Every day when that clock goes off I just want to go back to sleep again. My alarm is set at 5:30, the time when I have to clean all the instruments, tune the guitars and make sure that I have enough change in the cash register. If I finish on time, which is usually around 6:45, I get myself ready by having a wash, brushing my teeth and finally applying some finishing touches. I made it out of the house in fifteen minutes. Dez's parents drove Trish, Dez and I to school as they normally do. My dad has this sort of phobia of driving to school, he thinks that the kids are all so bad there yet he still lets me go.
"Hey, Ally, wanna pick up a snack?" Dez questioned, as we came out.
"I can't, I need to hand in my essay," I explained, waving goodbye to Dez's parents. "There's no way I can forget to hand it in, if I do it now I won't have to stress at handing it in later,"
"Okay," Dez asked Trish instead, who was willing to stop by for something to eat. Carefully, I took out my five paged essay which was neatly stored in a plastic pocket. When I approached the school front door I was disgusted by Austin and Cassidy frantically kissing. It was absolutely repulsive how someone that basically treats people like dirt can still get a guy just because they're popular. Slightly blushing, I went inside as I realised that Dallas, a guy on the football team, noticed me staring at them.
Austin's POV;
"Oh my gosh, Cassidy, can you stop?" I panted, gasping for air as she was rapidly kissing me.
"I just wanted to show you that I love you," she squeezed me as she gave me a hug. I knew that she wanted to make a scene and if no one else was there she would be yelling at me.
"This girl was watching you," Dallas sniggered as Cassidy went off to one of her friends. "She looked as if she was going to puke,"
"Oh dear, hey did you do that essay?" I went inside the school with Dallas.
"Nah, I was too busy,"
Dallas didn't really care about getting good grades. Sometimes I do actually try like this time, even if I did only write one page. The teacher was taking the mick saying that she wanted three or more pages, who is actually going to do more? She should just appreciate the fact that I took my own personal time to do it, unlike some people. We both came into class five minutes early, I didn't know that if you come in early you could play on your phones – it's not like it makes a difference but still. BookGirl96 is on Music Buds!
GuitarPlayerr: Tut, tut, tut got your phone out in lessons I see.
BookGirl96: What? Noo, I'd never do that! I'm delivering a letter from my teacher to the principal.
GuitarPlayerr: Oh, I guess I'm the only one. Oh well, I'd rather talk to you instead. :)
BookGirl96: What lesson do you have?
GuitarPlayerr: English, yawn. :O
I used a yawn emotion to say that I was absolutely bored already even though the teacher has just put the pen on the board.
BookGirl96: It's not that bad, don't you get told off every time you hear a beep sound from when I send you a message?
GuitarPlayerr: No, I think he's deaf, lol. Although, some people keep turning around to look at me.
BookGirl96: Awe, I've just arrived back to the front of my classroom. TTYL?
GuitarPlayerr: Nooo! Alright, I'll listen to the old bag.
BookGirl96: Hehe, be nice, I'm sure he's not that such of an old bag!
It's nice when a girl can make you laugh; it's not so nice when your English teacher can hear you.
"What's so funny about the letter 'Q', Austin?" he requested, turning around and putting the lid back on his pen.
"Was that a trick question?" I commented, what a joke of a teacher asking dirty questions like that.
A/N - Austin's such a dirty minded guy, and so are you if you understood the joke, haha. ;)