A/N: :) thank you all so much for your kind words:) hopefully i please you with the second chapter!:) please review!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN, ALLY OR KIRA

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ALLY'S POV:

I walk up to my locker and turn the combination, wincing as pain shoots up my arm. I take a deep breath and let it pass. I load and unload the necessary books then close the metal door. I carefully sling my backpack over my arm and walk with a slight limp to my next class.

If you're wondering why I'm limping, my dad hits me. Ever since my mother died 3 years ago he's turned to alcohol. When he's drunk he'll sometimes kick me out. When he's not drunk he'll hit me, claiming I look too much like my mom. I don't understand how I deserve this. After all it's not my fault of my looks. But nevertheless he's my dad and I have to love him. He's the only one I have left…

I sigh and keep walking.

"where do you think you're going" I hear a cold voice say. I hesitantly look up. My eyes are met by the hard one's of Kira starr's, my bully. Well one of my bullies I should say.

"to class" I answer quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I try to walk past but her arm stops me. I wince. She hit me in one of the worse of my bruises.

"yah I don't think so" she retorts cruelly. I just look down and try again to make my way around her. I fail.

"oh Ally… sweet little innocent Ally" she says backing me up against my locker. "I know your secret…you think you're so bad… you have your leather jackets and your ripped jeans… but on the inside… your nothing but a pathetic wimp" She spits. I simply look at her helplessly, worthlessly. She smirks and laughs evilly as the bell rings. She walks away proudly.

I hold back a tear. She doesn't have a clue the hell that I go through. All she does is create more.

"Please write your name and student ID number at the top of your- Ms. Dawson!" Mrs. Morisson snaps, slapping her hand down on my desk. I jolt out of my zone.

"someone didn't get enough sleep last night" She says annoyed. She has no idea.

"I'm sorry" I say. She nods at me and hands me my bubble sheet. I smile apologetically as I take it.

AUSTIN'S POV:

I sigh as I walk through the doors, holding the pink slip in my hand. Taking my time I head to my class. I'm Austin Moon. I just moved here a few weeks ago and this is going to be my first day at Marino High school.

As I walk through the doors of Mrs. Morisson's class everything is silent. I hand Mrs. Morisson my late slip and she issues me a test and bubble sheet. I take it and take a seat in the back of the room.

"psst" I hear the dark skinned guy next to me whisper. I look up and meet his eyes.

"I'm Aron" he says. I smile at him.

"Austin"

"you new here?" he asks. I nod.

"I'll show you around at lunch" he says. I nod a little confused.
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I don't get math. I mean when am I going to have to find the volume of a triangle in the real world. I look over the answers and take my best guess.

I look around the cafeteria for Aron. Finally I see him walking up to me.

"so…show me" I say.

"yah well when I said I'd show you around I meant I'd tell you who was who" he says. Oh. That makes more sense.

"so those are the 'nerds'" he says putting air quotes around the word 'nerd'.

"well that's mean" I say.

"yah I know… just cause they're smart so they get labeled as that" he says disapprovingly.

"those are the jocks" He says pointing to a group of stronger looking guys. I nod my head and we keep walking when he comes across a group of…how do I say this more made-up looking people.

The girls were all dressed in high end clothing, their hair done up, and in high stiletto heels. They were wearing a tone of make-up that, if I had to tell you, made them look worse rather than better. The guys were all wearing leather jackets or varsity jackets.

"those are the populars..they run the school. Don't rub them the wrong way or good luck"

He keeps on talking when my eyes are stolen by a petite brunette girl sitting alone at one of the tables. Her hair flows beautifully. Her curls bounce up and down and her amber highlights match her natural glow.

"wai- wai- whose that" I ask tapping him on the arm, my eyes never leaving her sweet face.

"oh that's Ally Dawson… she's… complicated," he says

"what do you mean by that" I ask.

"she doesn't really talk to anybody…she thinks she's bad ass but really she's just leather jackets and ripped jeans…I'd keep my distance personally" he says leading me off into another direction.

I keep on looking at her though. She didn't seem how he had just described her. She looked so sad…so…vulnerable.

ALLY'S POV:

The lunch bell rings. I sigh. Only two more periods left…then I go home… and it starts.

I make my way over to the table I sit at. Just me. No one else. I know. You're probably thinking 'oh poor thing sits alone'. Well it's better this way. If I'm alone no one will hurt me. Verbally or physically.

I watch as the students talk and laugh in the cafeteria. I see some friends, some couples…then the populars. The people that continue to make my life even more of a hell hole day by day.

I hide behind my backpack as they pass. Luckily for me they don't take notice. I take a breath of relief and pull out my apple. Sadly for me that will not be enough to subdue my hunger, but it is all I have.

All of a sudden I feel as though I am being watched. Timidly, I look up to see a tall blond looking at me from across the room. I look down the second our eyes meet, though still watching through my peripheral vision. I see him tap the guy standing next to him. The boy mutters something which I assume to be yet another rumor about me. They start to walk away, but the blonde's eyes never leave my face.

Soon he is out of sight.

I slowly put my books back in my backpack and leave the school. As I walk down the streets my mind kept on wondering to the blonde boy in the cafeteria. He looked kind. I'm not really used to seeing that.

As I approach my front door my breath hitches. I take a deep breath and open the door.

Empty beer bottles lay all over the couch. I hear a door swing violently open from upstairs.

Oh boy. Here it comes.

A/N: well there it is:) so everyone has their own assumption of Ally...hmmm wonder what Austin thinks;) thank you all so much for reading! PLEASE REVIEW! I want to hear what you think!:)