The next chapter after this, everything will start to make more sense. I hope you like it.

I woke up the next day too curious. I understand the fact that maybe she had a rough last two year's, but no girl should want to look like they want to cry every minute of every day. Especially her.

I shook my head and got out of my car. Every Saturday I go to my favourite diner to have the best pancakes ever made. I pushed open the door and the bell rung. I walk towards my table, and yes it is my table because I sit there every week, but this time I couldn't. I raised my eyebrow at the girl sitting in my chair.

Just looking at her gave me weird, warm, tingly feelings. I tried pushing them away as I sat in front of her. I will get to know this girl and what is wrong.

"It's a good spot, huh?"

She looked up at me. "What?"

"Sitting here, at this table," I said, looking at her. "It's a good spot to sit and think."

She pursed her lips and nodded.

"So, I've, erm, I've—"

She snapped her head towards me. "Don't even try with the small talk."

I nodded. "Yep, uh huh, okay."

She glared at me. I didn't move though. I was going to continue with my small talk.

"Do you like Marino High so far?" I asked.

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I know you know, Austin."

"How...how do you know my name?"

She didn't say anything.

I coughed uncomfortable. "Okay..."

She swollowed as she took a sip of her drink. I watched how her lips parted ever so slightly to allow the coffee to go in her mouth. I then realised how creepy I look, so I took my eyes away from her lips and to her hand. Her nails were painted perfectly with a dark blue shade, and I noticed the bracelet she had on. It was a small silver chain with a heart on. She also had a tattoo, but I couldn't make out what it was. It was deffinatly writing, but I didn't know what it said.

"So, how did you get my number?"

"I know everything." It was as simple as that. She knew everything.

I had no words, no comebacks. There wasn't nothing you could really say back. Well, I suppose you could, but 'that's a little vain, do you not think?' is a little rude, and she'd probably flip me over the table.

It was silent, and a few seconds felt like hours. I was thankfull when I heard her phone go off, signalling she had a message. Now, I didn't mean to look, but it's like an instinct when someone else gets a message to look. So I did.

Dallas: Where are you?

I see Ally roll her eyes and press the lock button to turn the screen black. I leant back in my chair.

"Boyfriend?"

"Fuck off."

"Language."

"Don't care."

"So," I changed the subject. "Where do you live?"

Once I said that, my eyes went wide because I noticed how pedophilic it sounded. Ally raised her brow again.

"I mean—" I coughed and shifted in my chair. "What part of Miami do you live in?"

She was silent. I nodded and pursed my lips. "That's okay, I didn't want to know anyway."

She looked down, and call me a liar, but I swear I see the corner's of her mouth twitch upwards. It made me grin.

"You don't speak much, do you?"

"You speak a hell of a lot, don't you?"

I laughed. "That's probably the most I have ever heard out of your mouth so far."

She just nodded again. I went to ask another question, but her phone went off again.

Dallas: Ally, talk to me.

"Wow, sound's like your boyfriends really worried."

She ignored me and continued to look outside. "Why do you look like you want to cry all the time, Ally?"

She ignored me again. "Fine, don't tell me, but I will find out."

She ignored me again. "Okay, im sorry, that was weird. But I will keep annoying you until you talk to me."

She licked her lips and glared at me. I smiled. "So, what's your favourite Ice cream?"

"Stop."

"Favourite animal?"

"You're really fucking annoying."

"Thank's."

She gathered her things together and began to stand up. Before she turned around, she handed me a piece of paper. "Your number?" I looked at her, smiling.

She smirked. "My check."

Then she left, and I remembered that I already have her number and I looked like an absolute idiot.

I breathed out. Wow, she is definitely something.

I grabbed the check and got up to go pay. I put the check down for the lady and got the money out of my pocket.

"Your girlfriend's really pretty."

I looked at the woman. "She's not my girlfirend."

She blinked. "Oh," I pursed my lips together and waited for her to open the till so I could hand her the money. "Well, then, don't waste your time in asking her. You two would make a lovely couple."

"She has a boyfriend," I told her, handing her the money. "Plus, I only met her, like, two day's ago."

She pushed my hand back. "This one is on the house, go get the girl, it will be worth it."

I smiled at the crazy lady and walked out, leaving with a small 'thankyou'. That was really weird, discussing something that would never happen with a lady in my favourtie diner. I shook my head and let out a small laugh.

Today has been strange. I tried having a conversation with the mysterious Ally Dawson, but ended up having a conversation with myself half the time, then I had a conversaton with a weird lady telling me to go ask her out. I think she's interesting, and I want to know why she is so quiet, but I dont move that fast, god.

I smiled to myself though as I walked towards my house. I got her to say a few words. She actually spoke to me, well a little anyway.

"Stop smiling to yourself, it looks weird."

I looked towards the person speaking to me. My eyes grew wide. "You-you're Carter Stephenson!"

He nodded. "I am."

I held my hand out. "This is going to sound really weird, but it's a pleasure to meet you."

He shook my hand and laughed. "How so?"

"Well, it's not like an everyday thing when you see a man with such great power on the street's. Especially the man who owns every shop in Miami and has such good taste in music."

"You like my music?"

I nodded. "Yeah," He smiled. Then it came to my mind.

"Her step-dad?"

"Carter Stephenson."

I was standing in front of Ally's step-dad. I licked my lips.

"If you dont mind, I have a question."

He nodded. "What is it?"

"Did you know your daughter's back in town?"

He looked confused. "My daughter?"

"Ally Dawson?"

His eyes went wide. "Ally's back?"

I nodded. "Yeah. You didn't know?"

"No," He shook his head. "She doesn't keep in contact with her mother and myself anymore."

"Oh." Why did Ally not want to know her mum or step-dad?

"Thank's for telling me. I have to go now." Then he left with some smirk of his face.

I ran a hand through my hair. "Because that wasn't weird..."

"Austin, stop talking to yourself again!"

I looked towards my mum at my front door. "I wasnt, I was speaking to Carter."

"Who?"

I shook my head and walked in. "Dont worry."

I had excitment burried within my stomach for Monday. This may be what makes Ally speak to me, or it may make her hate me. Which ever one it was I didn't care, she spoke to me today, and she doesn't speak to hardly anyone. I will known why she is like this, even if she ends up killing me.

She looks broken, so I am going to fix her.

I walked through my front door and slammed it shut. I was not in the mood today, some jackass on the way to the café touched me up and asked for a piece of my ass. I swear, all boys are animals. I groaned and slid down the door until I sat on the floor. Why does everyone just want my body? Is that the only thing I'm good at?

Probably.

I sighed and put my head in my hands.

"Why haven't you answered my text's?"

I looked up. "Not in the mood."

He came and sat next to me. I am grateful for Dallas, even though it may not look like it. He was the only one to appreciate me for everything I had. The grades, the laughs we had, even the fights. Not just my body.

"Talk to me, Ally."

I can't. I'm not ready to reveal everything. That would mean seeing the truth naked, and I like it covered up at the moment, even if it does mean people make rumours up about what they think happened.

I sighed and stared into the space in front of me. "I'm going to bed." I got up, grabbed my bag and went straight to my room.

Once I was in my room, I collapsed onto my bed and took out my phone and my folder. I searched under A...

Austin Moon. Found it.

I looked over his profile. His Mum and Dad are the owner's of Moons Mattress Kingdom, he has a dog, and he lives...

Fuck.

103 Carter Street, Miami Florida. He lives on Carter's street. .

My breath hitched at the sight of his name. I blinked back the tear's. I'm not weak.. I am not weak.

Is shook my head of the brutal thoughts and continued looking over his profile. He is 6'2, blonde hair, hazel eyes.

Seems normal. I continued reading the last part.

Straight A's since he joined Marino, he's into music, his two closest friends are Patricia DeLa Rosa and Dez Wade, and he is known to be intirgued by anyting and everything.

Got that right. I shut the folder and throw it to the other side of my bed. He doesn't seem half bad, but he is extremely annoying.

I sighed and closed my eyes to try to fall asleep. I decided that I have had enough of today. Yet, one question wouldn't leave my mind: Why is that boy so interested and wanting to understand my life?

Everybody leaves, and that's what he will do if I tell him the truth, just like Dallas will if I tell him, just like everyone else did when I told them.

You don't know who you can trust, that's why I keep distance. My walls are built high up so no one will break them.

I am broken, and no one can fix me.