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Chapter 2

So, I guess you could say I was having a lousy start to the school year. I had to tutor the guy I hated most in the world, and now the guy I hated second most in the world had joined our school. And worse, he was probably going to be the most popular guy in school. Dallas is a stereotypical jock; tall, strong, smart, a great player, and gorgeous. Like, movie-star gorgeous. Maybe not quite as gorgeous as Austin, but still. I had met him over the summer, while I was staying with my aunt and uncle in New York. I ran into him and a group of friends outside Tiffany's. One of the girls said something snide, and I replied. They must have thought it was a good comeback as they all laughed and started talking to me. One thing led to another and I spent the rest of my holiday partying with them. I'm not sure what happened to me that summer, but I definitely wasn't acting like the goody-two-shoes geek I am.

After a while, Dallas asked me out. I agreed, mostly because I, like every other girl that knew him, was in love with the guy he pretended to be. Sweet, caring and totally gorgeous. We dated for a while, and all that time he was the perfect boyfriend. Constantly calling me and texting me, always choosing me over his friends, saying he loved me constantly. In fact, I should have suspected something-he seemed almost too perfect. But I was so loved up that I didn't suspect anything. And then one night…he finally managed to convince me to drink more than one glass of coke and vodka. I wasn't completely drunk, but I was under the influence enough to make some decisions that I seriously regretted. And, long story short, I woke up the next morning missing two things; my clothes, and my virginity.

I was worried for a while about whether I might be pregnant or something. Dallas hadn't been there when I woke up, and I had avoided him for a while. But after about three days I couldn't take it anymore and I called him. He didn't answer on the first few rings, which set of warning bells in my mind. He had always answered on the first few rings, always. No matter what.

"Hello?" he has asked, sounding out of breath and a little frustrated.

"Hey Dallas. It's Ally." I said nervously. I heard a sigh.

"What do you want?" he asked sharply.

"I…erm…look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you, and I get if you're angry, but I really need to talk to you. Face to face." I said. He scoffed.

"Als, I really don't care about you avoiding me. I'm not angry. But you might as well say what you have to say now."

"Why? If you're not angry, why don't we just pick up where we left off?" I asked him.

"Because I never really loved you, Als. I thought you would have got that by now, since you're so smart and all. I just wanted one thing-and you gave it to me. Thanks for that, by the way. It was…I had a good night. And yes, I used a condom. I'm not stupid." He said. I couldn't speak. The tears were spilling down my face, but I couldn't say a word. All I could do was sit there, staring into space.

"Hello? Ally? Als?" he said. Then I heard a sigh, and he hung up. That was the first time I had ever been truly heartbroken. And I hoped to God it would be the last. I went home the next day. I couldn't stand to be in the same city as him anymore. I tried to act as normal as possible, and no-one had expected a thing. But then, of course, Dallas has to turn up at Miami High and ruin everything.

It was all this I told Trish, condensed down into a two-minute explanation, and promised to tell her more that night after school. She rubbed my back comfortingly while I cried, and wrapped her arm around me as we walked back to the lesson. Even after all that, we had only missed ten minutes. We walked in, all eyes on us, as I walked over with my head down to take my seat. Trish explained to the teacher, who luckily accepted her explanation without comment. She sat next to me, not saying a word, knowing I wouldn't be in the mood to talk.

Nothing happened all lesson, and thank God I had no other lessons with Dallas that day. I sighed in relief as the final bell went to signal the end of the school day. For the first time in, well, ever, I was first out of the classroom. Unfortunately, that meant that I bumped straight into Miss Danning.

"Ally! There you are! I was looking for you at lunchtime. I forgot to tell you, you're scheduled to begin your tutoring sessions with Austin today. As in, now." She said, an apologetic look on her face. I opened my mouth, ready to tell her there was no way, but I stopped myself. If I said no, went back on my word, I would be letting Dallas change me. And I would not let him change me.

"Well I'll have to call my dad, but that should be fine." I smiled at her. Trish walked out of the classroom then, just in time to hear me say that.

"What should be fine?" she asked me.

"My first tutoring session is right now." I said to her, trying to sound fine for Miss Danning's sake, but Trish could see I was screaming inside.

"Oh. Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked me. I shook my head, but sighed.

"Nope. But I made a commitment, so I'm going to honour it." I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket to call my dad.

"Hey Ally, honey. What's up?" he asked me.

"I have a tutoring session tonight, so I won't be home until late. Is that okay?" I asked him.

"That's fine. I'm assuming you're going to be the tutor, right?" he asked.

"Yup. I'll see you later dad. Love you."

"Love you too Ally. See you." He said, hanging up. I sighed; I was half hoping he would say no, since it's such short notice.

"He says its fine. I guess I'll see you tomorrow Trish." I sighed, feeling my heart start beating faster, like it always did when I was nervous about something. And I had probably never been more nervous than I was right now.

"Bye Ally. Call me if you need to talk." She said, hugging me quickly. I turned to Miss Danning once she had left.

"Where do I need to go?" I asked her.

"My classroom. Austin should be waiting there. If he's not there, give him ten minutes. If he hasn't shown up in that time, just go home." She said. I rolled my eyes as I nodded.

I made my way to her room silently, ignoring the constant buzzing of my phone. I knew it would all be Trish; no-one else ever texted me. I crossed my fingers and my toes all the way to the classroom, hoping to God that he wouldn't show up. Obviously, God had it in for me, since when I walked in there Austin was sat on the desk, scowling at me.

"You're my tutor? Couldn't they have at least picked someone with a brain?" he scoffed cruelly. Usually I would have just rolled my eyes, maybe blushed, and ignored him. But I was just in such a shitty mood, I couldn't help myself.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up and let me get this stupid tutoring business done with so I can go home? I'm really not in the mood to be messed with, so please let me get on with this shit." I yelled at him, so glad that school was over and there were only a few teachers left in the building. Austin stared at me, wide eyed. I was shocked too, in all fairness. I never swore like that.

"Okay. Fine. Whatever." He said, trying to hide his confusion.

"So…okay, there's nothing I need to teach you, since you're some sort of genius who knows everything but can't be arsed to do any work. I've been told that this is more of a 'counselling' thing, where I have to do what I can to convince you to work hard. I s'pose you couldn't just make both our lives easier and randomly turn over a new leaf so we can be done with this?" I asked him hopefully. He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I don't think so. The only reason I came to this stupid thing was because I was told I was being tutored by a girl, and I was hoping she would be a hot girl I could have a little fun with. But it's you, so there's no chance of any of that. So, I guess we're done here." He said, making a move for the door. I put my arm out, stopping him, and glared at him.

"Trust me, I probably want to be here even less than you do right now. But I made a commitment, and I plan to honour it. So sit the fuck down and let's get on with this." I said, calmly and coolly, surprising even myself by keeping eye contact the entire time. He stood there for a moment, glaring right back at me, and it was then that I realised how close we were. My arm was against his chest, stopping him from going past, and we were shoulder to shoulder. He was taller than me, so I was looking up at him, but all he had to do was bend down slightly, and we would be-I shuddered at the thought, breaking eye contact and stepping away from him. Then I dropped down onto a seat and lay my head in my hands.

Thinking that Austin was gone, I let a few tears escape. I heard a sigh and looked up quickly, surprised.

"You're still here?" I squeaked, wiping my eyes in a vain attempt to hide the fact that I had been crying.

"Apparently."

"Why? I moved out of your way. I figured you would have left."

"Well, I didn't. Why are you crying?" he asked me bluntly. I smiled wryly; obviously he didn't have much experience with crying girls. It didn't surprise me.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I-erm…I dunno." He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. I rolled my eyes.

"Look, seriously, I'm fine. You can leave." I said, standing up and grabbing my book bag. I heard the door open, then close again quickly. I looked at him, confused.

"Let's do this thing. The quicker we get on with it, the quicker we can go home." He sighed, sauntering over to sit on the desk I had been sat at a few seconds ago.

"Look, Austin, its fine. Just leave. I'll tell Miss Danning that things just wouldn't work out. She'll understand." I said, moving towards the door. This time it was him that stopped me, by grabbing my wrist.

"No. Like you said, you made a commitment to try to help me. As helpless as it is, I respect that. I'm not going to repay you by refusing to cooperate and forcing you to let someone down. Besides, I made a commitment too." He sighed.

"When did you ever make a commitment?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"I said I would do these stupid tutoring sessions. True, I had ulterior motives, but I still made that commitment. So, I guess you're tutoring me. I'm not promising it will work though." I was surprised. The most I had ever gotten out of him speech-wise was a sentence at a time. Usually it wasn't just monosyllables. Unless he was taking the piss out of me, of course.

"Okay. So, erm…what do you want to do first?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Whatever. I know it all anyway. Although, we still have an hour and a half left. You might want to sit down." He said, gesturing towards the chair next to the desk he was sat on. I decided that that was too close to him, so I pulled it away a little, or a lot, and took a seat. He rolled his eyes, laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

"You are. You don't have to be scared of me; I don't bite. Usually." He grinned, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes at his attempt at humour.

"Whatever. And I'm not scared of you, by the way." I said. It was true; I wasn't scared of him. I just really didn't like him.

"Sure you aren't." he said sarcastically. I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm not." I insisted.

"So you won't mind if I do this, then." He said, reaching out to grab the seat of the chair I was sat on and dragging it across the floor towards him. I screeched, slapping his hand away. He laughed.

"What are you doing?" I squealed, jumping out of the chair.

"See, you are scared of me." He said, laughing. I tried to glare at him, but couldn't resist smiling a little.

"I'm not scared…you just surprised me, that's all." I said. He chuckled to himself.

"Prove it. Sit down." He said, motioning towards the chair that was now practically tucked underneath the table he was sat on. We would be practically touching if I sat down. But I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking I was afraid of him. So I sat down and grabbed a book out of my bag.

"Okay, let's get on with this." I said, opening the book. He leant over to look at the pages, bringing his face that much closer to mine. I jumped slightly, but other than that I just ignored him. I was quite proud of myself. We spent the next hour doing algebra, and you know what? It actually wasn't that bad. I mean sure, everything he said was obnoxious, and the way he kept 'accidentally' brushing up against me to try get a reaction out of me was annoying. Not to mention the fact that he managed to make crude jokes about absolutely everything I said. I'm not saying I like him now or anything; I still hate him with a passion, and I dread the next session, whenever it is. But it was slightly less dreadful than I was expecting.

"Thanks for playing along. I'm glad you've decided to honour your commitment. Hey, maybe that's the first step in turning over a new leaf?" I asked him hopefully. He shook his head, smiling dryly.

"I doubt it. I just felt bad for you. And I can't promise I'll turn up next time. But, I'll give you one thing…maybe you're possibly not quite as terribly boring and lame as I thought you were. You're still incredibly boring and lame, but possibly not as much so as I thought." He said. I laughed.

"From you, I'll take that as a compliment." I said. He laughed.

"So you should." He said, and without another word he left the room. As soon as he was gone I picked up my phone to text Trish. I saw that I had eleven messages and seven missed calls. All from Trish, as expected.

Are you okay?

Did you know it was tonight?

Don't let him get to you.

He's just a stupid guy, don't let him make you feel like shit.

You don't even have to do this, just tell miss D you don't want to. It's no big deal.

Please answer me else I'm calling the police.

If Austin frikking Moon has murdered you I am going to kill him…

Did that not make you laugh?

Please reply Ally I'm serious about calling the police…

Okay maybe I'm not serious about that but please please please please reply!

I'll miss you. I'll go to your funeral, I promise. Should I wear the black leopard print leggings with the bright yellow shirt or tone it down a bit and wear the plain black leggings with the pink and black spotty shirt?

I laughed. Trish really made me laugh sometimes. I sent her a quick text back.

Don't worry, I'm alive. Just about. Nahh, actually it weren't totally horrible… joking, it was torture, but I got out with my sanity intact. I think :/ see you in school tomorrow.

I spent the night crying into my pillow. But for once, it wasn't because of Austin Moon…

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