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I heard rustling. Then I heard footstep's. Then after that I could practically hear the burglar breathing.

I sprung up out of bed, quite quietly actually, and stood by my bedroom door. That way when they opens the door, they wont see me behind it and I can take them down.

I groan as I await the person in my house to open my door. Why today? The second day I've been here and someone has come to take my things already. Typical.

A few seconds passed, and then it hit me. Lena was looking for me... Shit.

Before I had any other time to think, my bedroom door opened and the person waltz into my room.

"I don't think so!" I gritted at the person who decided to enter the house.

I kicked the back of both legs to make them arch backwards, then I kicked their stomach to make them winded and throw themselves forward. I didn't even think twice before flipping him forward, making him land on the solid, wooden floor.

I looked down at the figure. My eye's grew wide. "Dallas?!"

He smiled up at me. "H-hey." He coughed.

"For fuck sakes," I groaned frustrated. "I thought you was a burglar or Lena!"

"Surprise?" He gave me a little smile again, but not before coughing and groaning himself from where I had winded him.

"Get up and I'll go and get you an ice pack."

"Thanks." I faintly hear as I leave the room.

I walk downstairs into my kitchen and go into the freezer to grab a bag of ice. I get a towel and wrap it around the ice bag before heading back upstair's to Dallas. I know he said he would get here in the morning, but not at six o'clock in the morning.

I walked into my room and see him on the end of my bed. I threw the ice pack at his stomach.

He groaned and looked at me. "Thanks."

"Welcome."

He looked around while i just stood there. "Bet it feel's weird being back, huh?"

I pursed my lips. "Yeah."

"Is this what your room looked like two year's ago?"

I looked around. My gaze stopped on the built in cupboard in the corner on the right. My breath hitched. "Pretty much."

"Then why are you staring at the cupboard?"

"Everything's the same besides my screaming coming from within there."

His eye's grew wide. "Oh."

"Yeah."

A beat passes and Dallas get's up.

Well at least tries to.

I raise a brow at him. "Need help?"

He gasped sarcastically. "Ally Dawson offering to help somebody? I never thought I would see the day."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fuck you Dallas."

"Im sorry," He said. "But, uh, yeah... I need help. You did me good."

"Always do." I pulled on his arm's. Once he stood up, I held him a little to help him balance.

"That's why you're Lena's best person."

"You're good to Dallas."

"Just not as good as you."

I huffed. "So you've said."

"It's true, and you know it. She wants you back so you can fight for her."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah? Tuff."

"So, don't you need to go to school?" He asked changing the subject.

I nodded. "Yeah."

He looked at me confused. "Why're you not getting dressed then?"

I shrugged my shoulder's. "Ditching."

"The second day?" I looked at him and nodded. "Why?"

"Just the first two lessons. P.E and Physics. I already know that stuff."

He chuckled. "Not wrong there."

I nodded again and walked to my mirror. I turned the left side of my body towards the mirror, and somehow covered the mirror with my body so Dallas couldn't see. I lifted my tank up a little to study the bruise again. I went to touch it but I got pulled away from the mirror.

"What the hell is that?"

I rolled my eyes. "A bruise."

"Where from?"

"No where."

"Ally."

"Back off Dallas, it doesn't mean shit to you." I pulled my tank down and walked into my bathroom.

I slammed the door close and slid down the door until I sat on the floor. Tear's were going to fall, I could feel them on the edge. But I wouldn't let them. I couldn't let them.

I never would let them.

I thought about what happened yesterday, the way ever stared at me, how they moved out the way for me, how they spoke about me, how they were scared of me...

It's patheticlike I keep saying.

I sighed and got up. I washed my face clean, put my hair into a messy bun, added the everyday makeup, this time with a red-lip, and walked down the hall back into my bedroom.

Dallas looked up at me.

"I've decided to go to school now. I didn't want people speaking about me yesterday and they did. Imagine me not going in the second day." I told Dallas. He laid back on my bed, his phone in his hand.

"Okay."

I licked my lips and nodded before turning to get my clothes. My matching red, lacy underwear set (not that im impressing anyone, they're just comfortable), black skinny jean's that are rolled up a little at the bottom with one slash at the knee's, my dark beige off-the-shoulder knitted sweater and my black converses.

I turn away from Dallas and the mirror and quickly get dressed. Even if Dallas looked, he couldn't have seen anything because the towel I put around my body after the shower I had and to do my makeup was still covering me.

Once dressed, I turned to my bedside table and grabbed my phone and looked at the time. 7:45. Groaning, I slid it into the back pocket.

I grabbed my bag and put it over my shoulder. I began to walk out, but stopped at the door. "I'll see you after school."

He nodded and got up to go to his suitcase. "I'll be waiting."

I nodded and turned to walk out. Before I do though, Dallas told me the same thing he did when we were with Lena.

"Love you Lee."

I turned to look at him. Pursing my lips, I nodded, then turned around. I walked down the stair's, grabbed my car keys, then went.

Today's going to be a long day.

Austin's Pov.

"Hey, guys?"

"Yeah?"

I contemplated on whether I should ask them about her. After what Kyle told me yesterday, it made me intrigued, but what if she does know everything about everyone? What if she does find out I spoke about her to my friends?

"Would you quite thinking and just tell us?" Trish snapped at me.

I licked my lips. "What do you know about the new girl?"

They both gave me confused looks. Did they not know or see or hear of her yet?

Dez shut his locker door. "What new girl?"

I was about to tell them, but the hall way had became very quiet. I turned around to see what was happening. That's when I saw her, walking down the hall ignoring everyone, minding her own business, and, what it looked like, texting on her phone.

Once she had turned the corner, everyone starting speaking rather quietly. It was weird.

"That new girl."

"Shh!" They both practically screamed into my face.

I raised an eyebrow, giving them confused looks. "Why does everyone do that?!"

"Classroom seven, quickly and quietly, now!"

For a short latina, she is pretty scary, so as you could probably tell, me and Dez followed the order's and went to classroom seven.

I pushed open the door, walked in a little, then turned around to face them both. "Why were you two acting weird out there and why have you dragged me into the music room?"

Dez cleared his throat. "That'sthat's Ally Dawson."

"Ally Dawson." I spoke her name aloud.

"Shh!"

I raised my hands in surrender. "Am I not aloud to say her name?"

"Not when she could be round the corner, or listening to us," Trish said. "When you are at home, and know you are safe and all that crap, then yes, you can."

I licked my lips. "What do you know about her?"

Dez licked his lips. "Only a few things. Some could be true and some could not be."

"Like?"

Trish sighed. "You can not repeat one word of what we tell you once we are out side of these door's, okay?"

I nodded.

"She ran away two year's ago"

Dez stopped her, "Dont lie to him if you're going to tell him about her. He may as well know the truth that we know."

She glared at him before continuing, "She tried to be kidnapped from school two year's ago and everyone saw, but she ran away after, the kidnapper's not succeeding. She's never been much into having attention onto her, but the last week she was here before she ran away, she told everyone to stop looking at her, talking about her. It was weird."

"Everyone was scared of her," Dez continued. "Even after she had left, everyone was still weary that she would return. It sounds like a damn horror story." He chuckled slightly.

"Dez." I gave him a look.

"Sorry," He told me. "Everyone said that thing's were good for her at home, she had parent's who loved her, a house over her head, and she had money. A lot of money. Reason being her Dad was stinking rich and when he died, he passed it onto her, and the man her Mum married after was a billionaire."

I nodded. "Who's her dad?"

"Lester Dawson." Trish told me.

I nodded again, "Her step-dad?"

Dez licked his lips. "Carter Stephenson."

I was taken back. I blinked. "The Carter Stephenson?"

Trish nodded. "Yep."

I pursed my lips and thought for a second. "Wait... If Carter was her step-dad, and she tired to be kidnapped, why didn't him and her mum try to get the people into prison? And why are they not looking for her? Do they know she's here now? Is she living with them?"

I shook my head from thought's. There was so many questions that had no answer's.

They both went silent and shrugged their shoulder's. It made sense a little... Actually, no, it didnt. Not one bit.

"It doesn't make sense." I told them.

Trish sighed. "It's not meant to."

"So why are people scared of her then? Why did Kyle tell me she's not worth it?"

"People are scared of her because she could literally look at someone and make them fall onto the floor, and that's not counting the five men she took down, by herself, when she was trying to be kidnapped. She has some crazy fighting skills that no one can even compare to."

I nodded at Dez. "Okay..."

"Is that all?" He asked me.

I thought for a moment. "I think so."

They got ready to leave.

"Is that all you both know?" I asked them a second later.

"Yeah, sorry." Dez pursed his lips.

"Okay."

"Good, you're done. We need to get going to class," Trish said. "I have English, so i'll see you both at lunch. Austin,"

I looked at her. "Not one word." I nodded.

I laughed, "Can you believe how scary she is considering her height?"

Dez shook his head. "One reason I like her."

I shook my head. "You're so in love, man."

"Like."

"Denial." I said.

"I hope for all your sakes your assignments are done," Miss May spoke to us.

The classed groaned.

She tutted. "You all had two day's to do it!"

"Miss May," a girl in our class spoke. "Do you know how hard it is to come up with just a melody for the song, let-a-loan some lyrics to go with it?"

"I understand that, but you all chose music because your career's have some involvement in it. You're all moaning because you cant think of a melody and lyrics for just a chorus, imagine what a songwriter has to go through!"

"We know that, but"

"But nothing. You was set it. Make it up on the spot, be creative!" She spoke. "Austin, how about you co" She stopped talking as someone walked through the door.

A certain, mysterious, intriguing someone.

"Ah, Ally, how nice of you to finally join us." She nodded at Miss May. "Still don't say much, do you?" She shrugged.

The classroom was silent as everyone watched her. She looked like a normal teenage girl, and sure the kidnapping was a little crazy, and the fighting I got told about is a little scary, but some people go through that everyday.

Okay, I'm lying, but still.

"Ally, how have you been?"

"Good." Her response was hard. "How's Mr William?"

I heard a few gasps. Im not surprised, they're the most words I've heard come out of her mouth in two day's.

"He's...umhe's good." Miss May stuttered. "Anyway, Austin, your piece."

I looked away from Ally and towards Miss May. "Huh?"

"Your assignment piece?" She said to me again.

"Oh, yeah."

I got up and grabbed the sheet of music from my bag. As i stood up, i come into contact with another body. I didn't see who it was until after i had fallen over with the body on top of me.

Fire. My body felt like it was on fire. I looked up at her. Her chestnut hair was al over her face. Her hands were on my chest from the fall. Then she looked up at me, and I saw the most scared, tender, big brown eyes.

"H-hey," I tried speaking to her.

She leant down to my ear and whispered, "You know about me then. Don't speak a word of this to anyone."

Then she leant back and climbed off of me. Her eyes had tear's in them, threatening to fall. The warm tingly feelings had left my body as I watched her leave.

"I will find out about you and why you're so different." I thought to myself outloud.

I shook my head and got up. Grabbing the sheet of paper and my bag, i went to leave the quiet classroom.

Then my phone went off. I took it from my pocket. Text: Uknown Number.

I slid the lock button, and the message appeared.

No you wont.