Hey, guys! Chapter three's up!

So, I basically spent my day reading Divergent, then watching the movie. I just started reading Insurgent, and *fangirl squeal* I'm addicted. I had to force myself to stop reading so I could post this chapter for you guys. You're welcome ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, or anything else you may recognize in this story.

Enjoy! :)

"Austin!" Coach Karlson snaps at me after I ignore him for the fourth time.

"What?!" I snap back.

He seems taken aback. I guess I would be too, if I was him. It's not often that I actually talk to people.

"Care to tell me why you threw a ball at Ally's face?" He asks when he recovers from his initial shock, although his voice is awfully low—just enough to be a bit scary, even for me. "She just started yesterday. I don't see what possible reason you could have to hit her with a basket ball."

I shrug. "I don't know. She was annoying."

"And you think throwing a ball at her face was the solution?" He asks, annoyed.

"She's been trying to talk to me." I say with so much distaste I almost spit out the words, like trying to get bad-tasting food out of my mouth. "She's always staring at me, and... I don't know. It freaks me out, I guess. I mean, people usually just ignore me. I'm the freak. I saw her and her friends glancing at me every now and then at lunch, obviously talking anout me. I know she knows I'm the school's freak. So, why would she try to talk to me?"

His features soften. I mentally cringe. No, don't give me your pity, I don't want it.

"Some people just don't believe in stereotypes, Austin. Give her a chance. She might be a potential friend."

I scoff. "Yeah, right. Like that'd happen." I say sarcastically. I'll be friends with that Ally girl when I'll stop glaring at people. Which means never.

"You have to stop seeing only the bad things in people and in life itself, Austin. If you don't, you won't have a nice life."

I roll my eyes and glare at him. "I don't need you to tell me what to do with my life. I'm doing perfectly fine on my own."

"Okay, fine. But I am your teacher. And I want you to apologize to Ally."

I glare at him, crossing my arms, and shaking my head. "No way."

"I didn't give you a choice. Go change and we'll go together."

Without another word, I give him my hardest glare and storm out of his office, slamming the door shut behind me. I speed-walk to the changing rooms, ignoring all the looks from the other students.

It's official; I hate P.E.

"Ally?" Coach Karlson asks, opening the door to the nurse's office. He steps inside and walks over Stalker Girl, who's lying on the small hospital bed with her eyes closed. "How are you feeling?"

I take this as my cue to escape. There's no way I'm apologizing to her. She deserved being knocked back to reality.

"Austin!"

I stop dead in my track and curse under my breath. I've been too slow.

I turn around and see Coach Karlson standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask.

He points to the nurse's office. "Get in there." He growls. "Now."

Not feeling like starting yet another argument, I follow him inside.

Honestly, I've never seen Coach Karlson get so pissed off. It's like he's on his man periods or something. I mean, come on, it's not like I killed the girl. I didn't even knock her out.

"Sorry about that, Ally. Anyway, Austin here, has something to tell you." Coach tells Ally, nudging me foward. I keep my head down and stay silent. "Austin, you better say it to her."

I glance up at her, look back at the floor, and sigh. Let's get this over with.

"Sorry." I say quickly and quietly.

Coach glares at me. "That wasn't a very good apology."

I glare at him, then look back at Ally who shakes her head. "Coach, it's fine. Austin, I forgive you." She says.

I nod and walk out, not saying another word. Although, I am kind of grateful she hasn't made me say it again.

Wait... She forgave me? Oh, great. That means she probably won't leave me alone!

"Lucky for both of you, she doesn't have a concussion." I hear Coach call behind me.

I shake my head and ignore him. Although, for some reason, I can't help but feel relieved. Whatever, it's probably because even though I hate everyone, I've never really physically hurt anyone, and as annoying and persistent Ally is... She never judged me. Well, not that I know of, at least.

I groan. I'm over-thinking this. But I can't help it! I hate how that Ally girl keeps popping in my mind and I can't get her out. She's just a girl. I should hate her. But for some reason, a short sentence keeps repeating itself in my mind.

She's not just a girl.

BAM! Done!

I know, I know, these chapters are short, but... eh. I can't really think of anything to add to them. It's kinda hard to do when I have to keep the conversations between two characters the exact same. But I did add that moment between the coach and Austin, which wasn't in Believe Me. Sorry, I'm talking to myself more than anything.

Okay, so, Austin's struggling to understand his feelings, huh? Sorry, he may seem a bit bipolar with his emotions, but it's meant to be that way.

Random Question of the Day: Who of you guys are regular readers of mine? (Like, who didn't just read Believe Me and this one?) And if you are, which of my stories, one-shots included, did you read?

Until next time,

R5AAFan :)