Summary: This whole thing was a game. It had to be. There was no way the Alpha Male would be with scholarship new girl. She was just ordinary Ally Dawson. "I have a feeling we were supposed to end up this way."

Rating: T

Pairings: Friendship… and you know Dez/Trish & Ally/Austin

Warning: *flashbacks (in italics), 'suggested themes' (sometimes), and swearing.

A/N: Thanks to baconandtoast, bookworm3, ChelseaTheBlondie, Faceless Enemy, I Write Sins Not Tragedies, Karishiana, Renaa-chaan, x KawaiiAngel x, Jess1017, name here please, QueenSerenityRose, rainbowdipNdotz, Tabyylynn, theepiclavapenguin, ctiger, whyiseverypennametaken, WiseGirl-AC, Lala, & BalletR5love123 for the reviews and story alerts!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally. No matter how bad I want it.


Ally shut the door to the dean's office gently before daintily walking the steps and onto the field. She bit her lip and looked at the map the dean gave her before groaning. It was pointless, she was never going to find Haddix Hall, much less her classes.

"Hey! You! New Girl!" Someone screamed behind her.

Ally quickly turned around only to be met with the sight of a girl running towards her. Ally made quick mental notes about her and observed the girl.

She had bright red hair with tints of purple and dark eye makeup, which accented her dark chocolate eyes. She was short and had a slight tan, which went with her dark eyes beautifully.

The girl was wearing a strapless tank, with some skinny jeans that elongated her legs, a black and grey scarf, a matching beret, and black fingerless gloves that went to her elbow. Ally then noticed the girl was wearing four-inch heels. If I wore those, I would die.

Ally suddenly felt shy and looked down at her old slightly big splatter painted sweater and ripped jeans with worn out cowboy boots. Great, she already stood out as the charity case.

She halted and smiled big, "Jesus, I thought I would never get your attention."

Ally couldn't help but giggle, "Sorry. I didn't see you." She stuck out her hand, "I'm Ally, I'm new."

The other girl raised an eyebrow, "I'm Quinn, I figured."

Ally blushed, "Right."

Quinn smirked at her shyness, "Anyways, you looked really lost. Need help?"

Ally groaned, "Don't even start! Do you know where Haddix Hall is?"

"I live there. Come on I'll take you there."


320, 321, 322… finally 323! Ally took her key and slid it in the lock. A small click indicated it was unlocked and Ally opened the door.

Her eyes roamed around the room. There were two beds, a bathroom, two desks and two closets. One bed was slightly ruffled and the desk near the door had a few textbooks and a laptop indicating its occupation by her roommate.

Roommate. Ally bit her lip and said a silent prayer in her head, hoping she would be able to get along with her new roommate.

"Need any help with unpacking?" Quinn asked.

"Don't you have class?"

Quinn waved her hand offhandedly, "Pish-Posh. Class can wait new girl."

Ally simply shook her head and went to unpack her suitcases.

Quinn was definitely something that was for sure. She was wild, crazy, exotic, and was fearless. She spoke her mind and her unique way of . . . everything. She was the complete opposite of Ally. While Ally was quiet and shy, Quinn was loud and outspoken. Ally liked to follow the rules and Quinn . . . well, Quinn thought the rules were more like restrictions.

Complete opposites were what described them perfectly. It would make sense if they didn't get along, but for some crazy reason they did.

"Is that all you brought?"

Ally blushed, "I don't have much."

Quinn knelt down next to her, and started to rummage through her bag before Ally could protest. "God, where do you shop? I don't recognize any of these things. Not even a Chanel in here!"

"I'm on a scholarship."

A small silence passed before Quinn spoke up, "Jesus. Ally why didn't you stop me?"

"Really, it's fi-"

"No it's not." Quinn turned towards her, brown eyes apologetic, "I'm sorry."

Ally gave her a small smile, "It's okay Quinn."

"I still fe-"

"Don't." Ally interrupted, hand in the air to stop Quinn's rant. "You have no reason to feel bad."

Quinn sighed in return, "Still."

"Just help me unpack."


The two had started to talk, trying to get to know each other a bit more. Ally had learned that Quinn was an artist, and a damn good one at that. Quinn had learned just how smart and talented Ally was, and knew she was going to make her mark on this school, sooner or later.

"You're going to make them do a double take Ally."

Ally paused in folding her clothes. "What?"

"You're going to make them do a double take?" Quinn said unsurely, getting quieter with each word.

Ally dashed to her suitcase, throwing out random pieces of clothing and searching frantically for… well Quinn wasn't sure for what exactly.

"What exactly are you looking for?"

"This." Ally held up a worn brown leather book that was curling on the edges, and had ink smudges all over it.

"And why is that important?" Quinn asked, not getting the significance of the book.

"Because that could be the start of a good song." Ally said, jotting down some lyrics.

"So you're a song writer?" Quinn asked, even more impressed.

"I guess you can call it that."

"Can you sing?"

Ally looked up, eyes wide with fear, "Oh no. No, no, no."

Quinn quirked an eyebrow, "Why?"

"I have stage fright… I haven't sung in such a long time."

Quinn sighed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically, "One day, I'll hear you sing, mark my words Dawson."

Ally chuckled, "Keep on dreaming."

"Who are you?" A voice asked.

Ally and Quinn turned towards the door and were soon frozen, mouths agape and eyes wide with shock.


Ava McCallister was someone you didn't mess with. Ever.

She was Queen Bee of Easton Academy, and no one messed with her. She was the one who held the most power in the social hierarchy, next to Alpha Male, Austin Moon.

And maybe her old roommate/best friend, Matilda Gold; or as she was commonly known as, Tilly Gold.

Tilly Gold was previous established Queen Bee, but for some unknown reason she hadn't shown up this whole year, allowing Ava to take control.

Not that Ava minded. She loved all the perks that came with being the queen of the school. But, there was one perk she hadn't been able to get at the moment.

Austin Moon.

Austin Moon: gorgeous blonde alpha male, with sparkling brown eyes and a smile that could make every girl, even Ava, melt. He could get any girl he wanted.

Too bad, he was still hung up over Tilly. Austin and Tilly had started going out since freshmen year and it was clear that the boy was head over heels for her. Ever since her mysterious disappearance, he had been broken and distant.

So in order to snatch him up, Ava had been counseling him, and was trying to help him get over his heartache. But so far, no luck. It was almost mid-semester and she still hadn't gotten her hands on Austin Moon.


First period had ended and since Ava's second period consisted of a study hall, she decided to go to her room and hang out there for a little while.

Another advantage of Tilly being gone, Ava got the whole dorm to herself.

Well, she did until she opened the door to her dorm, only to be met with the sight of random clothes that were clearly not hers spurred around the room, and a random brunette staring at her with wide doe like eyes.

Ava eyes narrowed, and she made quick mental notes about the girl.

She was short, and had wavy brown hair. She had an innocent look about her, with her wide chocolate brown eyes and pale ivory skin. But ugh, her clothes. Ava nearly died by looking at them.

"Who are you?" She asked. Her mouth was in a tight line and her eyes slightly narrowed, as if glaring at the new girl.


Ally's throat was dry, and whatever words were going to come out, were now stuck. The whole thing felt as if someone kicked her in the head, and she was now paralyzed.

Ally Dawson, scholarship girl, was rooming with the Queen Bee.

Shoot me now.