Thank you thank you thank you thank you for all the reviews! I'm already up to 40 and only on chapter 2! I really love you guys!

I'm so so so so sorry for the like 2 week wait. Finals are coming up after Christmas break and I need to get organized or else my parents would literally kill me if I fail my Geometry final. They're already on my ass about having a B in it. A freaking B! Ugh. So many expectations.

~Chapter 3~

Ally's Pov-

To: Ally Ally_Gator_Dawson

From: Dani Dani_Loves_You

Subject: Oh My God! Look behind you!

Haha! Just kidding. All there is behind you is probably just a door. A boring, old, but French(; door. Okay, so how's everything in the fantastic city of Love? Meet any French hotties (whom you will be eating his face off) yet? Oh! Before I forget to mention, guess who's in my Pre-Calc class!? Shawn. Yes, Ally Dawson. Shawn Michaels! The hottie that is so callipygian (Yeah, I used a big word! Look it up!) Lunch isn't the same without you. Case has been flipping out because she's suspecting that Patrick will ask her to the dance coming up, but he hasn't even given any hints that he is going to. *Sigh* high school. What are you going to do? So, I'm going to go now. Gotta babysit my little cousins.

You're a really bad friend you know that right? Leaving me here. Alone! Come home, neat freak!(; Love ya!

~Dani~

P.S. I auditioned for the musical, they're announcing the parts later today. Wish me Luck!

I typed up 'callipygian' on an online dictionary. I clicked the first link that showed up. Wow. Having shapely buttocks. I shook my head. Dani is one strange girl, but she's my best friend. What am I gonna do with her? But what am I going to do without her?

Speaking of my friends back home, Dallas hasn't emailed or texted me. Probably a good thing that he didn't text me, I don't have international coverage… But still, he should've emailed, or something!

I met Dallas while I was working in my dad's music store, Sonic Boom and I was taking my break with Dani. He was at the cell phone accessory cart and I said he was cute, and then she pushed me to talk to him and I ended up embarrassing myself. Luckily, Dallas thought it was cute. He bought me a slushy and one for him, too. I got cherry and he got blueberry. I laughed so hard when the blue dye stained his teeth.

I refreshed the page-you know just in case-and nothing I hadn't seen before on the screen appeared. I looked over at the clock. 8:30...I was getting a little hungry. But the thing is, again, I speak NO FRENCH! I groaned in frustration.

Should I ask Austin? No, that'd be a little weird. Maybe Trish? Libby? Vee? Dez? Someone then knocked on my door. I opened up and saw Trish, Libby and Vee standing in the doorway. They all smiled at me.

"So, you want to come down and eat with us?" Libby asked. I nodded my head.

"I was just thinking about asking you guys." I laughed. I shut my door behind me and the four of us walked to the elevator. In the backround, the sound of the elevator music hummed quietly.

"So how was your first day so far, Ally?" Libby asked me. I turned to her and smiled.

"It's been okay. It hasn't been my best, but it also wasn't my worst." I admitted.

"Oh yeah! Are you okay by the way? You kinda ran off into the bathroom for the rest of the day. Is everything alright?" Vee asked, concerned. I shrugged.

"It's probably just home sickness. You know, first whole day without any parents in a different country." I reassured them.

"Yeah, I ran out of tears my first 3 days here, so you're not alone," Trish commented. I smiled in gratitude.

"If you ever need to talk to someone, we're always here." Libby insisted.

"Thanks guys." I hugged them all as we heard the Ding! of the elevator and the doors glided open. We strode into the dining hall, weird because the breakfast hall is in a separate building, and we quickly took over a table. "So, what's for dinner?"

"Oh the usual French specialties. Escargot," Vee shivered and made a grossed out facial expression. "Salade Maison, A la Flame Alsacienne, Bisque de Homard, all that fancy stuff."

"What is the best? Or what do they all mean?" I asked, feeling completely stupid. Trish laughed and Libby smiled.

"Get the lobster bisque," Vee suggested. "It's pretty good."

"Okay," I got up and headed to the line. To my surprise, Austin was the person ahead of me. "Oh hey,"

"Hey, Alls! What are you gonna order?" He asked me, smiling.

"I'm going to attempt to say lobster bisque, when I am a total failure at French." I said, and he laughed.

"Bisque de Homard," He perfectly executed every syllable, in a French accent. I rolled my eyes and nudged him.

"Alright, alright. No one likes a show off." I sarcastically said to him and again he chuckled.

-Oh, Paris!-

The Next Day…

I woke up the next day to a knocking sound. I got up and opened it. It was Trish.

"Oh, hey! Sorry, I didn't know you were still sleeping." She apologized. I shook my head.

"No, no, it's fine. I needed to get up anyways." I reassured her. She smiled sweetly and nodded. "Just give me a second, I need to get changed." Trish let me change and within 5 minutes, I met up with her again in the hallway. "So what's the agenda for today?"

"Nothing really special, but-" Trish was cut off. It was Brooke yelling at some girl.

"What is wrong with you, Annalisa? I told you to organize my clothes by color! Not by brand!" She exclaimed. I flinched at the intensity of her voice. "You're useless! I can't believe mom and Jonathan made me bring you to this school. You have no talent what so ever!" By with what she just said, I'm guessing that Annalisa was her sister. Those two look nothing alike. Annalisa looked so sweet and innocent, while Brooke was…well that's it.

She had caught me looking at her and she gave me a death glare. Wow, was she only putting up her act when Austin's around? "What are you looking at?"

"The wicked witch of the west." Trish mumbled. I laughed quietly, but Brooke didn't see past it.

"What was that, Patricia?" She snapped. Trish raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, hon, two things. One, don't call me Patricia. And two, I had said I was looking at the wicked bi-" I cut her off.

"Trish!" I warned her. She sighed angrily, but quieted down. Brooke eyed me up and down.

"So, you're the new Makayla." She said. I looked at her confused.

"Excuse me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Makayla Richards. She was the girl that used to be in your room. Well, you know, before she was expelled for who knows what. Where are you from anyways, new girl?"

"Miami."

"Oh, cool." From the tone of her voice, it didn't seem like she thought it was cool. In fact, it sounded like it was the last thing she could've cared about. Then, she started looking around. "Ugh, where is my pathetic excuse of a step sister?"

"I think she went to the bathroom." I told her. She rolled her eyes, flipped her hair and turned on her heals.

"Thanks, Hally."

"It's Ally." I reminded her, for the second time.

"Does it look like I care, new girl?" And with that, she was gone. I looked at Trish who looked as if she was about to blow her top.

"Thanks, Hally. Does it look like I care? Do I sound like a complete and utter bitch? Does this outfit make my boobs pop out, 'cause that's what I'm going for." Trish mimicked Brooke's voice and made me laugh. "God, I hate her so much."

"I can tell." I said, as we started walking again. "What's her deal anyways?"

"Who? Wicked Bitch of the Building?" I rolled my eyes and nodded. "She came here when we all started out. At first she was nice and we were all friends, that is until she and Cassidy had a huge cat fight about Austin. Everyone took Cassidy's side and she ended up winning the whole thing, and that included Austin. Brooke has hated us ever since. And now that Cassidy's not here, she thinks that she'll easily play him into her dirty little hands with those fake nails of hers." She explained.

"Then, why does she hate me?" I asked. Trish shrugged.

"Don't know. Maybe it's because, you chose us instead of her, or maybe she thinks you might be competition."

"Competition for what?"

"Austin." She said, plain and simple. I stopped.

"Whoa, how am I competition against her for Austin? I barely even know the guy."

"Well, he's paid more attention to you in one day than he ever did to her in 4 years. You gotta give the girl credit for noticing the smallest of details." Trish insisted. We reached outside and we waited for the crossing sign to let us cross to the other building.

"Yeah, but even if I was competing for Austin, which I'm not," I emphasized 'not'. "Austin's dating Cassidy, remember? I couldn't do that. I'd feel like a horrible person if that ever happened. And to make matters worse, I've only known you guys for what? Less than 72 hours? It'd make the wrong impression."

"Alright, Ally," She laughed. "But know that no one's going to blame you if you fall for Austin. Every girl does at some point."

"Did you?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"It lasted about a day, then I met someone else." She assured me. Some part of me felt relieved that she didn't have a crush on Austin anymore.

"Who?"

"Someone," She returned slyly. We walked the rest of the way in silence, up the corridor staircase and into our Chemistry class to find Austin sitting down at a desk. He smiled when he saw us and he motioned for me and Trish to come over. Trish sat in between me and Austin.

"Is it weird that we only have certain classes for certain days?" I asked them. They both shrugged.

"You get used to it." Trish explained. When the teacher came in, he immediately told us that we were going to be partners with the person sitting to our right. I looked over and saw Trish, meaning she was my partner. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Austin right next to me. Literally, he physically leaned over Trish, who looked as if she was about to stab him with her pen, and was now facing me.

"Hey, Alls, you got pencil I could borrow?" He asked me. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"Sure, hold on." I rummaged through my bag, looking for a spare pencil.

"Ms. Dawson and Mr. Moon," The teacher boomed. We both jumped and looked up. "You two will be partner's then?" Before I could say that Trish was my partner, he had already written down our names.

"Looks like we're going to be partners, Ally Dawson." Austin said. I rolled my eyes.

"I guess so, Austin Moon." I said back to him and he laughed. The teacher went on for the rest of the class pairing students up. Trish ended up getting paired up with Dez, who I had no idea was even in the class until he spoke up about not being able the find the rest of his gingerbread family.

The rest of the week was pretty boring as well. But on the bright side, I was somewhat improving on my French and I was knee-deep in my worldwide learning capabilities. So far, English has been pretty good. French on the other hand, despite what I just said, isn't going as smoothly. It's a working progress, but Professeur Cameron made it pretty clear that she wanted all of us to speak French all year, 24/7. Or at least, in her classroom. Whenever she calls on me, which is quite often I might add, I never know what she's asking or how to answer and end up saying something stupid like…I don't even know.

In History, I'm in with the seniors because I already took government last year. It's not as bad, but kinda treat you like a little kid. Thinking that you shouldn't get as much homework as them and all. That's something they'd underestimate about me. I may be small, but I can do a lot more homework in two days than they can in 2 years. I was top of the grade back in Miami, but who's bragging? Plus, Trish is in my class, too. And this time, she made sure that we'd be partners and didn't let any seniors lean over her to ask for a pencil they could borrow.

Dez was also in the class. When he's not with Austin, he's pretty quiet. Still crazy, but quiet.

"Hey Ally, want to see what I found on the sidewalk this morning?" Dez asked me while I was copying down the notes.

"Not right now Dez. I've already seen all your 'cool' things." I said to him, not taking my eyes from the board. He tapped my shoulder again.

"C'mon, Ally. I'm for real this time! It's like the coolest thing ever!" He begged me. I sighed, putting my pencil down and turning to him.

"Okay, Dez." I gave in. He pulled out something fuzzy from his pocket and it started moving. I jumped back and nearly fell out of my seat.

"Ew! Dez why did you pick that up?!" I asked him quite loudly. Everyone in the class turned their attention to the both of us. Once they had realized what it was he was holding, the room bursts into screams and shouts.

"Mr. Fischer, please take you little…pet," The teacher herself was up on her desk. She pointed to Dez's rat in his hand. "Why would you pick up such a creature?"

"Aw, but he's cute!" Dez whined. The teacher merely pointed to the exit, her hand trembled a little. Dez pouted, but he listened to the teacher. He got up and exited the room.

"Typical Dez," Trish smirked. "Always picking up the weirdest things off the street. One time, he took home a hobo."

"A hobo?" I asked, making sure I had heard correctly. Trish nodded with a smile on her face. I laughed and shook my head.

-Oh, Paris!-

I walked casually towards the dinner hall by myself. Trish offered to wait and walk with me, but I told her that I had a few more sheets of homework to finish. As soon as I walked in, I saw everyone sitting at the table, talking. My stomach growled and I took a deep breath. You know you're going to have to order by yourself sooner or later, Ally. Austin, Trish, Vee, or Libby, or Dez won't always be there. I had thought in my head. I felt a wave of courage come over me, and before I knew it, I was headed over to the line.

"Bonjour," said the chef. He waited for my order. I nervously played with my fingers.

"Um, can I have the soup? I mean, uh, sopa?" I asked, fumbling on pronunciation. He smiled.

"Oh! Soupe!" He corrected me. I sigh, relieved, and nodded.

"Sí, soupe," I said. He looked at me funny. "I mean, oui. Oui" Monsieur Perrie laughed and started ladling my soup.

"Iz alright. I speak pretty fine ingleesh if I do zay zo myself." Perrie handed me my bowl of soup. I smile. I can so do this! Yeah I-

"See! That wasn't horrible was it, Ally?" I heard someone yell behind me. I turned and saw Austin standing up. He took his hands that were cupped around his mouth, and formed a thumbs up and smiled up at me. I rolled my eyes, as my cheeks grew hot.

I paid for my food and took a seat next to him. "You couldn't have made it more obvious, Austin? I don't think China heard you." I nudged him with my elbow. He shrugged. I noticed that he didn't change his clothes from yesterday. What has he been up to? Then I remembered, before he mentioned about going to see Cassidy. Did he really spend the night with her? Wait, why would I care? I've got Dallas, and I'm happy with that.

"Hello?" I saw a hand wave over my face. "Ally, you there? Earth to Ally!" I'm back to reality to see everyone staring at me.

"What?" I asked them all.

"You, like, spaced out for 5 minutes." Libby stated. She took a drink of her water.

"Yeah, everything okay?" Vee asked. I nodded and just started eating my soup.

"Okay, first, why didn't anyone tell me that most people here spoke English?" I set my spoon in my bowl. Austin started laughing. I smacked his shoulder. "Dude, you knew this whole time?!"

"I thought it'd be kinda funny." He admitted. I rolled my eyes.

"See my face," I pointed to my facial expression. "Yeah, it doesn't think otherwise."

"Ally, it was in the hand book." Dez said. I looked at him with disbelief.

"There was a handbook?" They all nodded. "Is there anything else you all would like to tell me?" I looked at Vee. "Like you have a belly button piercing." I turned to Trish. "Or you have a tattoo of some weird creature on your ankle?"

Trish laughed. "No, I'm completely tat free."

"And ew! A belly button piercing. Not to mention ouch!" Vee surprised look on her face. I held my hands up in defense. After that, an awkward silence followed.

"So, Ally," Libby spoke up, breaking our quietness. "How long have you and Dallas been together?" I looked up and Austin nearly died choking. We all looked at him.

"Sorry, too much salt." He let out a nervous laugh.

"Uh, about a year now. How'd you know about Dallas?" I asked her. She gestured to Trish.

"Miss Big Mouth over hear apparently sleep texts." Libby said. I laughed.

"Sleep text?"

"Yup, she did that to me, too." Vee scrolled through her phone. "She told me that my outfit didn't match at all that morning, when she said that it looked cute."

"It was cute!" Trish defended.

"And, she also sleep lies." Libby added. We shook our heads at Trish, who rolled her eyes at us.

I looked over at Austin, who had suddenly become quiet. Since we're on the subject of dating…No I can't ask him that. But that got to my brain a little too late.

"So, uh, Austin," I started. "H-How long have you and Cassidy been dating?"

"About a year now." Vee answered for him.

"I can speak for myself, Vee." He looked at his little sister, who crossed her arms. Then he looked at me. "About a year now." Austin repeated.

I just bobbed my head up and down.

"Changing subjects now," Libby added. "What part of Miami are you from? Like are you more of in the crowded city, or the relaxed beach area?"

"By the beach," I informed them.

"But, you're as pale as a ghost!" Vee exclaimed. I shrugged.

"I'm not too gung-ho for the beach. Not really my forte."

"But it's the beach! Everybody loves the beach!" Dez commented.

"But I'm not everybody, now am I?" I countered. Dez gave a look of defeat.

"Have you been out at all yet?" Austin asked. Now that I think about it, I haven't really left the campus. But they can't know that.

"Oh yeah," I lied. "Uh, yesterday I went…shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Yeah, it's Paris for god's sake. How can you not go shopping?" I acted.

"You're a terrible liar, Ally." Austin stated. I pretended to be hurt.

"Sure, go ahead, just come right out and say it. Don't even consider my feelings. Alright, Austin. That's totally fine." I folded my arms as he laughed. "And I didn't lie!"

"Ally," Libby said. "The closest mall is 20 miles from here. There's no way that you could've gotten a taxi to take you from there to here in that short of a time. You were with us all day yesterday. And plus, how come we didn't see any shopping bags in your room?" She reasoned. Crap. Busted.

"Fine, fine." I gave in. "I haven't gone any where yet. Happy?"

They gave me satisfied looks. "Well, I think you all know what that means." Dez stood up. The rest of them followed his acts.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, suspiciously. They turned to me and something tells me, this can't be good. For me.

"This is your first time away from home for the weekend, right?" Vee asked. I nodded.

"Yes…" I replied hesitantly. Austin smirked.

"Without any parental supervision?" Austin questioned. Again, I slowly nodded my head.

"And?" I waited for them to continue.

"And, that means you are not gong to spend it alone in your bed room watching those old LifeTime reruns." Trish stated.

"Guys, seriously. What are you doing?" I stood up and started backing away from them.

"Showing you how to have the time of your life in the city of lights.." They all said.

"What?" The next thing I knew, I was being pushed up the stairs and into my room. Trish commanded me to change into something nice, party wise. 20 minutes later, while I was still getting my hair fixed, someone knocked on my door. It was Austin. He was already done getting ready. He was wearing a red button down shirt, which was undone, and a white tank top underneath, which outlined, a perfectly defined, 6-pack. I couldn't help but to stare a little. His jeans were grayish and he wore sneakers. His golden locks were messed up a little. Damn, this boy is…

"Uh, come in. I'm almost done." I invited him in, with my hand up in the air, trying to get my hair under control.

"Why do girls take so long to get ready?" Austin asked, particularly not to anyone, after waiting 5 minutes. I shrugged.

"Dunno. Maybe it's because boys are so stereotypical about girls that we actually want to look good so we don't get judged just based on how big our boobs or butts are." I said, jokingly. He chuckled. I finished curling my hair and grabbed my small purse and walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light in the process.

We both walked out of the door and I locked my room. I turned to him, and realized he was staring at me.

"What?" I asked him. My eyes grew wide. "Did my make up smear? Do I have something on my face? My teeth?"

He just smiled and put his hand on my cheek. "No, you look perfect."

Again, I am sooo soooo sorry for the long wait! I really do hate being MIA on you guys. I just didn't really have the time and inspiration to write. But today was finally a free day for me to lock myself in my room and just write. This is my longest chapter now! haha

I have finished, Fame Will Break Your Promises, so if you are reading it, and haven't read the last chapter, go read it! I'm kinda proud of the last chapter.

***Sequel Notice*** Those of you that want a sequel to F.O.J.P.C., what do you want it to be about? I was thinking like….well, I won't tell you because I want to see what you guys want first. PM me or leave a review on what you think!

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