Heyy! Happy Monday! Or should I say Moonday. ;)
I love summer! Lots of time to write and edit and just lounge around while ideas swarm in your head. :) How are your summers so far? Good? Bad? Comme ci comme ca? That's French by the way (Shout out to Rauslly-and-Percabeth-Rock since I know your French! And because you're an awesome reviewer!)!
Anyway, this chapter has just a little foreshadowing in it. You might want to pay extra careful attention to certain details hmm.
Okay, enough babbling! Enjoy! I don't own anything but the plotline! :) Well, actually, I own Mr. Bill. Hah.
but something in my head wouldn't reset
Austin was in his room making mixtapes on a Tuesday night.
Yes, he was a nerd that was oldschool as well. It didn't bother him. Instead of playlists, he made mixtapes that only he could listen to. He loved it when he went to old antique stores and found mixtapes with all the golden songs of the olden days on it. He would listen for hours. Even Dez called him weird. And it was usually Dez that was weird when he wasn't with his crew.
So there he was, trying to tune Asleep by the Smiths into a mixtape that he had just created. Austin fumbled with the machine for a bit before getting tired of the old contraption. It was a weird hobby.
Austin glanced out the window to the muggy sky. Where the sky was angry and grey and promised a windstorm some time soon. Austin sighed and tuned out the rest of the world, trying to think of something to occupy himself with.
Austin suddenly walked over to his bed and crouched by the side of the downy comforter. He grabbed a box of dusty puzzles he kept for rainy days like this. Austin sat down on the floor like a child, even though he was a senior in highschool now.
Austin was actually excited to start the puzzle he completed many times. It calmed his mind when he did puzzles. They were soothing in a way someone might like music.
Speaking of which, his mixtape played a lazy tune in the background. He felt right at home. To say the least, he was at home.
So he started off with the first piece of the puzzle. Placing it in the centre, just where the picture guide said it was. He worked his way around, placing each piece in its correct position with precision and care. His anything-but nimble fingers worked on the small masterpiece with precise movements.
Halfway through, as he placed the head of Bambi in the middle of the forest-y puzzle, he thought of 'Bad news.'
He couldn't help it. Bambi's eyes were the exact shade of hers.
Bad news. Bad news known as Ally Dawson. There were perks of being a complete nobody. You could listen to an entire five minutes and forty-six second conversation between Gavin and Trent going completely unnoticed.
"Guess what? I heard Dallas was close to uncovering 'the' Ally Dawson," Gavin said. Austin was busy putting his gym clothes back in his duffle bag as the two jocks continued to speak a little too loudly. He was near the back of the room where the lights went out.
"Really? Oh man! I wonder if she'll leave him..." Trent scratched the back of his head. Austin inevitably snapped his head up. He usually didn't snoop around like this, but he couldn't help himself.
"Man, no guy in this entire school had ever gotten a second glance from her." Gavin smirked when suddenly he lowered his voice. As if the entire school weren't already listening.
"I bet you I could get her to give me another chance. Maybe a little bit more," Gavin said smirking. Austin was still trying to process what they had said. What did they mean by 'No guy in this entire school had ever gotten a second glance from her.' Austin wanted to hear what Trent had to say to Gavin's little proposal.
"I bet I could get her to give me another chance; another night, if you will," Trent said returning the smirk. So they had a bet on who could get Ally Dawson first. And Austin just wanted to run out and tell her right at the moment. He didn't want to see the girl get played.
But then he remembered that she was the one who played.
Austin snapped his head out his thoughts as a tree branch bonked on his window. He groaned and realized he had been holding the cardboard box with Bambi's face on it. It was now reduced to a piece of trash. He whispered sorry to Bambi and continued the puzzle.
But he wasn't even sure which puzzle he was trying to solve anymore.
...
Austin went to school that Wednesday after the Tuesday where he was making his mixtape. Austin held his extra books in both hands while his bag full of studying things in his blue backpack that he slung over both of his broad shoulders.
He made his way through the crowd, the insignificant being that he was. Austin made his way into the dining hall and sat down in the corner that he usually sits in when he does eat lunch in the hall; which is very rarely.
It was afterschool, as the bell just rang. Everyone was probably out and going to some mid-week party. While he was here finishing up his homework, still at school. He pushed his glasses up, since they began to sag down his face.
Austin sat down and began to open his notebook, working on some physic problems for his physics class. He shuffled his pencil over the sheet of paper, the pencil gliding along the lined sheet of paper perfectly. He finished his calculations and continued to read the next lesson in his textbook, feeling content on the rainy day.
He turned his head away to glance out the window. The soft patter of rain on the sidewalk was visibly calming. He watched in awe as rain captured his attention. It fascinated him how the world worked sometimes.
Austin heard some shuffling and then silence. He didn't bother to look up. No one noticed him, so he didn't bother to notice them. He continued to write down the problems that were foreign to him, since the class hadn't studied them yet. Suddenly however, he smelled the familiar smell of strawberry bubblegum and weed.
Austin looked up.
Sure enough, there she was. She was sitting all the way at the other end of the hall in silence. He doubted that he had even noticed him. He returned his gaze to his book, but couldn't help but stare quizzically at her.
She had a sweater on. And a full length one at that. She sat at a table in a dimmed corner alone, holding nothing but her phone in one hand and a book in the other. But not just any book. It was a composition book.
Austin continued to finish his physics because he wasn't the one to snoop. But it was hard to concentrate when music was coming from the other end of the hall. It started off soft and slow at first, but then it filled the whole room with an angelic melody. Austin so desperately wanted to go over there and ask her what song that was, so he could include it on his mixtape. But he didn't. He didn't because she was bad news.
And he was told to stay away from her.
So he did.
Be he'll never stop wondering why she was in the dining hall on a Wednesday afterschool, playing music that filled the entire room, wearing a full length sweater without her entourage there.
Austin tried to ignore the sweet melody piercing the air as he continued to solve for x. He scribbled down the last of algebra when suddenly Ally stood up. He was glad. He wanted to leave, but he knew he couldn't with her sitting just inches away.
Ally whisked past him, taking the music with her. He sighed contently as he was again alone in the dining hall. Austin couldn't help but sneak a glance the way she left.
She's bad news, buddy.
...
Austin was just about finished with the entire partner project by himself. He didn't mind. His partner didn't mind. He smiled and showed his partner the thing. Of course it was assigned partners, so he didn't even know the guy. He just nodded and waved his hand at Austin.
Austin didn't mind. He never minded.
He watched as his Advance English teacher walked in. Mr. Bill. He wore a suit coat and a tie and everything, carrying a big briefcase in one hand. His strict features made him what he was; the Advance English teacher. He graded hella hard.
Austin picked up his pen, getting ready to jot down notes. He took down everything the teachers said. If they said it, it was important.
Suddenly, Ally Dawson burst through the doors. Austin gaped.
Ally Dawson was in Advanced English.
What the fuck?
Austin watched as she nonchalantly made her way to the back of the room with all the muscular bozos waiting to worship her every move.
She wore a very skimpy see-through, sheer black top with a leather jacket placed expertly over her petite form. He tried averting his eyes, not wanting to see her also very skimpy black, lace bra. Austin squinted. He swore he saw her ribs through that darn shirt. He turned flush red as she caught him staring at her.
Austin quickly turned around. He realized he had missed the first bit of what Mr. Bill had to say. Austin groaned inwardly. He began jotting down the words that left his teacher's mouth.
Austin's had flew over the page, his wrist in synch with the words coming out of Mr. Bill's mouth.
"So, class. Have one out of your duo hand in the project assignment and take a seat because we'll be having another!" Mr. Bill smiled as the whole class groaned. Austin stood up and modestly handed in his already perfect paper.
Some people considered being partnered up with Austin Moon as a gift. He could really boost all of their grades with one assignment. Austin jotted down the criteria of the project.
It was an essay for two about life-changing events. If they were good, or bad. The challenge was to write about it, picking one side. Then, presenting it with their partner.
"So it's more like a speech?" He asked Mr. Bill after he had patiently waited with his hand up. Mr. Bill thought about it and gave Austin a high-five. He wore a pained expression on his face.
"That's what I meant," Mr Bill said through a pained smile. He hated when Austin corrected him. He was the Advance English teacher, after all.
"Right, so now. Your partners are listed on this paper here," Mr. Bill took a piece of paper out of his brown briefcase and held it up for the class to see. Austin looked at it anxiously, wondering which doofus he would be helping next.
"And I'm going to place it on Austin's desk here." Mr. Bill gingerly placed the sheet down. Austin was mortified.
Was this payback for the correction thing?
Mr. Bill practically ran out of the way as the students swarmed Austin's desk. He didn't even get a chance to look at the paper before it was almost ripped to shreds and back on his desk. Austin finally fixed his glasses as he was shoved around. His hair became shrivelled out of place. Austin groaned as someone elbowed him in the jaw.
Finally, the sheet was crumpled, spit on, stepped on and back on his desk. Austin grumbled as he cleaned his glasses and put them back on the perch of his nose. He looked at the sheet and scanned for his name.
Austin Moon - Ally Dawson
Oh god.
Austin turned around and was face to face with Ally Dawson. She grinned sweetly at him and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Austin gulped. Mostly because she was effectively cutting off his windpipe.
Ally stared at him with those big brown Bambi eyes of hers. Austin swallowed as she gave him a grin so wide he thought she would rip her face open. She did a once over of him, checking him over with her claws as if she just caught her next meal. Her eyes bore into him with an odd expression that he was sure the only word to describe it was hungry.
But it wasn't that kind of hungry. It was the playful kind. The gleam in her eye gave her away as someone who merely wanted to be amused. Austin swallowed again as she pursued her lips together, never dropping her grin.
"Well, sugar. This is going to be fun." She winked at him and ran a hand up from his collar over his shoulder before walking away, swaying her hips as she flaunted. Austin fixed his glasses and collar again before slumping in his desk. Her fingers that ghosted his shoulder made him shudder.
As Mr. Bill turned around he stared at the teacher with a questioning look.
Why me?
end part three
Okay yes, I know the whole 'project partners' thing is kinda cliche. But I promise it's not going in the direction you might think it is. You might even be a little surprised at what I have planned. :)
Oh and I got that little mixtape idea from the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Along with Austin syncing in Asleep by The Smiths. It's actually a pretty good song to fall asleep to. It's a little sad though, so...
(I'm just re-editing this and coming up with chapter titles is seriously so hard).
Thanks for reading! Please leave a review and tell me what you think!
