Here's the next chapter of Shattered. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally. *sigh* I also don't own Doubt by Twenty One Pilots.
Ally's POV
Don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me
Don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me
Even when I doubt you
I'm no good without you
My hand immediately shot up to shut the alarm off. Apparently, I'm not as coordinated as I thought since my hand aimlessly waved around empty space for a good ten seconds. Frustrated, I swing my arm a couple of times until the music stop abruptly after a crash.
I groaned internally and finally lifted myself up from my bed. I look up to where the crash came from.
"FUCK!" That was my third alarm clock this week! She's really going to kill me this time," I sighed. I put the broken alarm clock in the trash can and started getting ready for my first day of junior year. Today was the first day of school and I was anything but looking forward to it. I remember a time I used to be happy and excited in going to school. It used to be my favorite place to go. It's not anymore. I take a quick shower and picked out the clothes I was going to wear for the day. It consisted of burgundy high waisted shorts and a black lace sleeveless top. I put on my favorite black lace wedges to finish the outfit. When I went to my vanity, I decided on putting on red lipstick and giving my eyes a smokey eye look. I always liked how it complimented my dark brown eyes. It made them seem less dull. Just as I was finishing up my make-up, I heard footsteps approaching my bedroom. I smirked a little, knowing exactly who would burst into the door.
"3…..2…..1" I started counting down when a pair of twins decided to grace me with their presence.
"Ally! Aunt Jenny said to get your lazy butt downstairs for breakfast," said the youngest of twins, Paris.
"Actually, Paris, she just told us to tell Ally that breakfast was ready…." Said Nevaeh with an amusing yet sort of guilty look. Probably because she didn't go along with her twin sister.
"So? I just wanted to add a bit more of, um, feeling? Yeah, feelings to what she said. It was soo boring how she said it. Sue me for trying to spice things up!
Ahhh, Paris. Always the dramatic one of the family.
Nevaeh's POV (shortish)
I mentally laugh at how my twin sister acts. She might be the young one out of both of us, but she sometimes acts a bit bigger that she's supposed to. It's not like I love her any less for it, though. At least she doesn't curse. I would love her either way. I saw the devious look my big sister had and I knew she was about to do something. Paris was always too innocent to these looks and never really noticed them until it was too late. It all happened so quickly. One minute, Paris and Ally were having sort of a stare off and the next, Paris was being tickled on top of Ally's bed by Ally herself.
I laughed at the sight. I always loved the moments that Ally seemed to act like a child and actually plays with us. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister no matter what, but I wish she would relax more often. I know she had to grow up and mature faster to help my aunt take care of us ever since my parents died. I'm sad that I don't remember much of them but I'm glad I still have my sisters with me. People should really get to know Ally. I don't know why I never see her with friends. She's actually really nice and a fun person. Speaking of which…
"Ahhh! Ally stop! I-Can't-Breathe," Paris said between giggles.
"Nah... I'm just trying to 'spice things up'. You're too boring so I'm trying to loosen you up," Ally joked.
"Yeah, cause she's the one that needs to loosen up," I mumbled sarcastically. I really didn't think anyone would hear me but apparently I was loud enough for Ally to here. She turned to face me, stopping what she was previously doing. I tensed, she wasn't supposed to hear that. I guess my thoughts wanted to be heard. There was a moment of silence between us. When suddenly, I was thrown on the bed and started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Oh so I need to loosen up? Well, since when does little ever say such a mean comment?" Ally raised her eye brow while a smirk played on her lips.
I couldn't answer her. I am a very ticklish person and could barely breathe while being tickled.
Ally's POV
After tickling my sisters for like, ten minutes, we decided to go downstairs. There, my Aunt was putting out the plates and getting things ready for breakfast.
"Hey do you need any help setting the plates?" I asked.
"No darling, it's fine. Why don't you sit down and eat breakfast with us?"
I was about to sit down when I noticed the time. Shit, I only had ten minutes to get to school.
"Sorry, Aunt Jenny, I don't have enough time today. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure. But what are you going to eat?" she asks while I put on my bag and my black leather jacket. I grab a red apple from the fruit basket and show it to her. She rolls her eyes and smiles. Probably at the fact that apples are "all I eat" according to her. Quickly shoos me off and I kiss them all on the cheek goodbye. I race to the garage and get on my red Suzuki gsxr 600. I had always wanted a motorcycle and my aunt was apparently aware of that. She told the rest of aunts and uncles about this. They had all decided to pitch in to buy me a motorcycle for my birthday. I was grateful for my gift but here were times I felt I didn't deserve it. I wanted to pay them back but hey insisted on me keeping my money for something else. Oh well. I loved my baby though. I extremely loved the fact it was red.
I revved the engine and sped to school.
Austin's POV
I got out of my yellow mustang and took a good, long look at my new school, Marino High. If I had a say in it, I would've never moved here during Junior Year. Especially, not to Florida. There was never this much heat in New York. I was wearing some black skinny jeans with a wife beater. I had worn a red flannel on top of it with red high tops. I was sweating just a bit but still. Florida is definitely hotter than New York. I was just glad I had made two new friends during the summer. Well, one. One was my best friend since kindergarten but he had moved to Florida from New York somewhere during 4th grade. The new friend I had made was Dez's girlfriend, Trish. She scares me. She's not scary looking, she's actually quite pretty. I just wouldn't get her mad. Sometimes I wonder how Trish and Dez got together. They're so different yet so similar. Trish is bossy and Dez is quite, unique. Trish wears all animal print while Dez sometimes uses clown shoes. Yet, I've never seen two people so in love. They do share something in common though. They both like Zalien movies. I like them too but, I'm not part of that relationship. Well, at least I wasn't without friends on my first day. I saw Dez and Trish talking near the front steps of the school. As I was making my way towards them, a girl just a few inches shorter than me, decided to step right in front of me. She was pretty, beautiful even. She had really beautiful brown eyes and dark brown hair.
"Hey welcome to Marino High, I'm Kira Starr. And yes, before you ask, I'm currently single and available," the girl, Kira, said with a wink.
I chuckled awkwardly. "Um, thanks for that unique welcome. And I wasn't going to ask that."
"Oh, you weren't?" She looks genuinely surprised. "Well, now you know for future reference. Anyway, since you're obviously new and hot, would you like to hang with me and my friends. We can make you popular you know." She said with a smirk. A wink quickly followed.
I looked passed her. Dez and Trish were staring at us now. Well, Dez was staring, Trish was glaring daggers behind Kira's head. Kira seemed to notice that I was staring passed her and looked back. A smirk made its way back to her face. She seems to smirk a lot.
"Oh you can't be serious. Them?! They're a bunch of dorks, a bunch of nobody's. Do you really want to hang with them? I mean you could hang with them or be my popular and most importantly, my boyfriend."
Yeah... no. She was pretty and all but her personality crosses everything out. Plus, I rather have real friends than have bad company. Wait, why am I thinking this when I could tell her this?
"Yeah, no thank you. I rather have two real friends than have bad company with me. Plus, you only like me because I'm 'hot'. You don't even know me. So thank you for the offer, but no thank you."
With that, I make my way around her and continued walking towards my friends. I didn't even give Kira time to say anything. As I walked towards Dez and Trish, I saw that they wore some small smiles. I was about to tell them about what happened with Kira when they started looking pass me. Okay, so everyone's looking pass someone today. They were still looking at something or someone behind me so I decided to have a look and turned around. I saw every one looking at the same place. Well, at the same person, a girl by the looks of it. She was on a red motorcycle, which was pretty cool looking. She had a helmet so I couldn't really see her. She started climbing off. I looked at her attire. She wore burgundy shorts with a black top and wedges. Let's not leave out her black leather jacket. Wow. Wearing heels and riding a motorcycle. That must take some skill. I didn't get why everyone was staring. Was she new or something? She started taking her helmet off and my eyes began to get as big as saucers.
Miami, Florida wasn't looking so bad right now.
She was beautiful.
If I had said Kira was beautiful, than the girl who just got out of the motorcycle was a work of art. She was slightly tan but not as much as you would imagine for someone living in Miami. She had beautiful brown hair with caramel tips. As she looked up, people started turning away, going back to what they were previously doing. I didn't. Well, I couldn't. She had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen. She looked around and her eyes found mine. She looked away quickly and made her way towards the school. I felt Trish nudge me on my side. I looked at her. She shook her head and mouthed 'don't stare. I'll tell you later'. I just nodded. But I couldn't help it. As the girl passed by, I couldn't help but observe her features. You could barely see the tiny freckles that decorated her cheeks. She must have sensed my staring because she turned to me.
"What? Have you not seen a girl before?"
I was stunned. Her voice. I couldn't describe it. She was obviously annoyed by the sound of it but I didn't care. I wouldn't care if she curse me out or something. Her voice had become my new favorite sound. I couldn't describe it. I shook my head slightly and put on my famous charming smile.
"Of course I have. Just that none of them have ever been as beautiful as you. My name is Austin. Austin Moon and you?"
She quirked her eyebrow and scoffed. She turned away from me and disappeared through the entrance of the school.
Well, not the reaction I expected. Usually girls swoon over me. Now I don't mean to sound cocky or anything like that, but that how it usually happens. Now, I'm not a player either. I've never dated any of the girls who throw themselves at me. I only had one serious relationship and that was back in the 8th grade. Not that I would admit that to anyone.
But her.
The girl with the motorcycle.
The girl who didn't give me her name and didn't throw herself at me.
She intrigued me.
I was probably day dreaming or something, because the next thing I know, I felt a stinging sensation on the back of my head.
"OW!"
"Sorry, you have been spaced out for five minutes and we need to get to class first."
"Oh okay. Hey Trish, who was that?"
She tensed up. She shared a quick glance with Dez and turned back to me.
"Who was who?" she asked. I knew for a fact she knew since she had a nervous look on her face. I decided to play along.
"You know the girl with the motorcycle? She had ombré type hair and these beautiful brown eyes."
Okay the last part slipped out. Oh well.
Trish looked frantic for a bit. She pulled Dez and me into an empty classroom. She closed the door as started talking again.
"Stay away from her Austin," Trish said almost menacingly.
"Why? Is she one of the populars too, or the mean girl? She's the typical bad girl isn't she?"
Trish looked sad for second. Why? I don't have the slightest clue.
"No. She isn't. She's sort of a loner. Just stay away from her. Not just for your sake but for hers too. She's had…. A rough past. Okay?"
"But –"
"No 'buts' Austin! Ally's one of the nicest, no is the nicest and sweetest person I have ever met. I don't want something to happen to her."
I stayed silent for a second. So her name was Ally. It rolled off the tongue quite nicely. But what had she gone through that was so bad? And why was Trish so concerned about her?
"Trish? What happened to her before?"
She closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened her eyes, she had a sad and faraway look to her.
"It's not my place to tell you. Only she can tell you. Look, you could go ahead and try to befriend her if you want. It's not going to be easy for her to let you in. She hasn't done that for so long. Just, if she does, take care of her for me. She's special, Austin. "
I nodded. Then, a thought came to me.
"You were friends once, weren't you?"
"The best of friends. Almost sisters."
I have no idea what had happened to Ally before, but I was going to find out.
So yea, Ally is different from the show and has two sisters. Also Ally and Austin have met! Do you think Ally will let Austin in? Most importantly, do you want Ally to let him in? Any thoughts? Please review and I'll update soon. Maybe I'll update tomorrow? The world may never know. Until next time…. BYE
-A