Hey! Here's chapter 3, by R5AAFan. Hope you like it :)
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"Alright, class. Let's get started." My math teacher says and starts passing out work sheets.
I take this opportunity to glance at Austin. Like in every other class, he's sitting alone in the corner of the room. He's writing something, but I'm too far from him to see what. I sigh and turn back to my desk.
Trish nudges me and I look at her to see she's slipping a note on my desk.
'I know what you're thinking. Leave. Him. Alone.'
I sigh and grab my pencil. 'No.' I slip it back.
'Why? I don't get why you're so hung up on the guy. You're wasting your time, Ally. He'll never talk to you. Ever.'
'I'm not giving up, Trish. I'll get him to talk. No matter what it takes.'
'WHY?!'
'BECAUSE! There's something about him... Like a mystery waiting to be solved.'
'Seriously? A mystery waiting to be solved? There's no mystery! He's just a guy who prefers to be left alone. So again, leave. him. alone.'
'Have you ever wondered why he stopped talking to people? Why he outcasted himself? It's not just a concidence, Trish.'
Just as she's about to reply, a voice stops her. "Ally and Trish, no passing notes. I'll let it go this time, but if I catch you again, your note will be read infront of the class. Understand?" The teacher tells us. We both nod. Satisfied, he turns around to the board.
I look down to see one more note on my desk.
'This isn't over.'
P.E. Last class of the day.
"Alright, time for basketball training. Pair up and practice your passes." The teacher, Coach Karlson, announces.
"Ally, want to pair up?" Trish asks me. I look over at Dez's sad face.
I shake my head. "Go with Dez. I'll find someone else."
"Are you sure?" I nod. "Okay." She walks over Dez and I look around. Everyone seem to have a partner. I sigh and walk over Coach Karlson.
"Umm... Coach, I don't have a partner." I tell him.
He sighs and looks around. "Moon, come here." He calls. Moon? As in... Austin Moon? I didn't even know he was in this class!
I look around and my eyes indeed land on the blonde guy. He's leaning against a wall in his gym uniform. He glares at the coach (something I'd NEVER do), but seems to loose to glaring match against him since he ends up sighing and walking over.
"Alright, Moon, I want you to pair up with Dawson." He instructs before walking away. 'Thanks, coach', I think sarcastically.
I look over at him and he just glares in response. Seriously, I getting sick of all this glaring. But that doesn't mean I'll give up. I'll get him to talk even if that means getting glared at 24/7. Well... that'd be a bit stalker-ish, but... You know what I mean. I hope.
"So... should we go, or...?" I trail off. He grabs a ball and walks to an empty spot. "Alright, we can do that." I finish to myself. I join him and he prepares himself to pass me the ball. I don't know why, but I'm a bit scared of him at the moment. Plus, in all honesty, I'm not the best at basketball. Or any sports for that matter. I'm taken from my thoughts by a sharp pain on my cheek. It takes me a few seconds to realize what happened. Austin just threw a basket ball at my face!
I let out a cry of pain and Trish runs to my side. "Ally, are you okay? What happened?" She asks me.
"Basket ball in my face." I manage to choke out.
A flash of realization gets to her face. She looks over at Austin who's leaning on the same wall as five minutes ago. She walks over at him and slaps his arm. "You did this to her?! What the hell is your problem?!" She shouts to his face.
"Woah, what is going on here?" Coach Karlson asks.
"That jerkface just threw a ball at Ally's face!" Trish exclaims, pointing at Austin.
"Ally?" He asks me, obviously asking if it's true. I nod. He sighs. "Alright, Trish, go with Ally to the nurse. Austin, come with me."
Trish takes my arm and we start walking out of the gym.
"Do you still want to get him to talk?" She asks me.
I nod. "I told you. I'm not giving up."
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