The House

I heard Austin's footsteps coming up the stairs, and he grumbled a string of threats ; "If you don't turn that music off right now Ally, I swear to God..."

I repressed the urge to yell 'or what', but instead kept silent.

I heard him sigh, and go into his room.

Let the games begin.

I stood up, turning off the music blaring through the speakers of my iPod dock, and shut my laptop.

I stopped to look down at what I was wearing; my favourite, faded, baggy sweater.

And nothing else.

The sweater used to reach about mid-thigh, but now it was even shorter than that.

A small smile spread across my face. Perfect.

I waltzed into his room, and sat on his bed.

He was on the floor, doing press ups, shirtless, like he usually did after he came back from running. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body, and I felt my heart beat a little faster.

"How many times have I told you to knock?" He asked, not stopping his exercise. "What if I was naked?"

I shrugged. "It's nothing I haven't seem before."

He stopped what he was doing, and stood up, to look at me. He knew how much I hated talking about the Unspeakable Event.

He grabbed his shirt, which had been lying on his table, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Then he looked at me again, and this time, his eyes widened.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

I stifled a laugh. "Didn't you notice before? I wore it to school," I lied.

"You did not wear that school," And it was more of a question that a statement.

"Sorry, but I did," I told him, shrugging. "What's wrong with it?"

"For one thing, it'd probably show your panties if you moved too fast."

"Maybe," I shrugged again, "if I was wearing any,"

Austin froze, and I saw his hands clench into fists.

I held back my triumphant laugh.

"You're not wearing underwear," he stated flatly.

I shook my head, my eyes widening in the way I did when I was trying to look innocent. "That's not a problem, is it?"

I saw his eyes trail over my body, lingering in between my legs.

"No, it's not a problem," he said, his voice huskier than before.

I grinned. "Good."

He stared at me for a moment, before walking towards me. I took a deep breath, and then he was sitting beside me on his bed.

No one said anything for a while.

Then, he leaned towards me, slowly, as if not to scare me, and pressed his lips gently against mine.

Then things got really heated, really fast.

Suddenly, my lips had parted, and my tongue was swirling against his, and I got the taste I had been craving for so long.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer to him

I readjusted myself, so that I was straddling him, my core grinding against the bulge in his grey sweatpants.

My hand trailed over his bare back and chest, and I couldn't get over the fact that one person could be so perfect.

His lips kissed along my jaw, down my neck, and I tilted my head back to give him better access, no longer able to control myself.

"Damn, Ally," he muttered, "when you said you weren't wearing underwear..." He paused, and reached down to where I was sitting, pressing two fingers against my clit and stroking. He chuckled when I groaned, "...you weren't kidding,"

The sound of the front door opening stopped our actions. I let out a pathetic whimper, and Austin sighed, pulling away from me again.

"Where the hell is everybody?" I heard Dez yell.

"Up here," Austin called, running a hand through his hair. I stood up, and looked at him once before I left, my eyes trailing down to his crotch. I realised that I'd left a wet spot there, and I blushed.

Austin smirked as I stared, cocky as always.

I heard Dez going into the kitchen, so thankfully, he wasn't on his way up the stairs yet.

I sighed, and turned away. "Sorry," Austin called after me.

I turned around. "For what?"

Austin grinned. "Well, you obviously wanted this a lot..."

I gasped. "You wanted it way more than me!"

He scoffed "Uh huh. Right."

I folded my arms. "It doesn't matter anyway. I know how to take care of myself."

His eyes widened as he understood what I meant. Of course, using my own hands was nothing compared to Austin, but I wasn't about to let him know that.

"Fuck, Ally," he groaned, rolling over in his bed so that he was face down. "Did you have to tell me that?"

I shrugged. "Just letting you know that there are alternatives..." I said, then walked back down to my room.

When I got there, I sat on my bed, cross legged.

Well.

This whole tease-and-flirt thing had worked... Very well, actually.

I felt a strange rush of power, knowing that I could actually turn a guy like Austin on.

I mean, I was nothing special. Just a shrimpy, brown-haired, brown-eyed sixteen year old.

What exactly did he see in me?

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't told him about Elliot, and I smirked.

That was a weapon I could definitely use another day.

The next day, in our bathroom, while I was curling my hair, and Austin was showering, he started to talk.

We hadn't talked since last night.

I was starting to think he might be mad at me, but luckily, as he spoke, I couldn't detect any anger in his voice.

"So, there's this girl in my History class, and-"

"A girl?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. I blushed scarlet, and I heard him laugh.

"Yes, a girl. There's no need to be jealous, Ally, I'm not that into her,"

"I don't care whether you're into her or not." I sounded unconvincing, even to myself.

"Right," he scoffed. "Anyway, she's been pestering me to go out with her since we first met, and the only night she's free is Saturday because she has all these lame extra curricular things; so I told her I promised you that we'd have a movie night on Saturday, and she must be pretty desperate, because she's decided to come, too,"

"Is there a point to this story?"

"I'm getting there. So, I need you to make sure you sit between me and her during this movie night thing, okay? Place enough distance between us that she can't try to kiss me or any shit like that,"

I raised my eyebrows. "Why...?"

Austin sighed. "Look, she stinks, okay? Or, to be more specific, her breath stinks. Real bad. I'm talking anchovies mixed with onions mixed with garlic. I thought I could overlook it, 'cause she's pretty hot, but... Damn."

I was in fits of laughter by now. "Yeah, okay, I'll come to your little Movie Night," I paused. "Oh, I just remembered; I can't. I have this date on Saturday night..."

He didn't say anything for a minute, and I wished he wasn't in the shower so I could see the expression on this face. "A date? With who?"

I smirked. "His name's Elliot,"

"Oh, him," Austin said, and then started to laugh.

"What?" I demanded.

"Dez told me about him. He said he's a scrawny, buck toothed, nerd,"

I gasped. "The last time Dez saw Elliot was four years ago! He's changed since then!"

Austin scoffed. "Right."

I sighed, and un plugged my hair curler. "Whatever," I mumbled.

He chuckled. "But really, Ally - next week, Movie Night. Don't you dare fucking forget."

"I won't," I mumbled.

Okay, so next up on my list was making Austin jealous.

I was looking forward to that way more than I should.

The days passed, and by Friday, Cassidy's party on Saturday night was all everyone was talking about.

I sat in the cafeteria at lunch time, with Trish, Elliot and Dallas.

Elliot was really starting to piss me off.

He had started by demanding I send him a picture of what I was wearing. When I showed him, he then demanded that I wear something shorter, suggesting I "show more of my gorgeous legs".

I had told him that if I showed any more thigh, I'd basically be half naked.

Right now, he was talking to me about the other parties he'd been to, and the one night stands he'd had.

I tried to seem interested, but really, I was dying inside.

Half of it was the fact that I was extremely hungry. I had left my lunch money at home, and even though I texted my mom, begging her to bring me food, she wasn't here yet.

Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate against my thigh. I pulled it out, and hit the green 'accept call' button, not even stopping to check who it was.

Elliot grumbled something about manners.

Whatever.

"Hey, Alls."

I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. "Hey."

"So, where are you, right now?

I blinked. "Um... At school?"

"No shit. No, I mean where are you sitting at lunch."

"Oh. Um, near the huge glass door beside the bathrooms. Why?"

I found out why soon enough. Austin appeared at the door, with a familiar brown bag in his hand. "Holy shit," I said into the phone, getting off my seat. "You got me Mc Donald's?"

I walked outside to meet him, throwing my arms around him. "You're my saviour." I told him.

He laughed. "Your mom had to work, and my afternoon class was cancelled, so she told me to bring you food."

I took the bag from him. He looked through the glass door, at the table I had been sitting at. "Who're your friends?"

I smirked. "That's Trish, that's Dallas, and that cutie over there is Elliot."

Elliot was glaring in our direction. I suddenly felt bad for walking away from him while he was talking to me.

"That's Elliot?" Austin asked, shocked.

I wanted to tell him that Elliot had nothing on him, but I stopped myself.

"Yep, that's him."

Suddenly, Austin's arm, which was casually wrapped around my waist before, tightened, pulling me closer to him. I saw Trish roll her eyes.

Elliot's glare intensified, and he shifted, as if he was going to come charging over here. "Let go," I grumbled half heatedly.

Austin grinned, meeting Elliot's glare. He seemed to be enjoying himself. "Or what?"

"Go. Please." I whispered. Austin rolled his eyes, and then playfully ruffled my hair, then kissed the top of my head, releasing me.

I tried not to think about the fact that I had enjoyed spending two minutes with Austin, more than I enjoyed spending a whole day with Elliot.

Before Austin left, he turned to me. "We'll talk about this party when you get home."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Mom."

He laughed, and walked away. I took a deep breath and turned around, and as I walked back into the cafeteria, I was shocked to see most people were either staring at me or quickly looking away before I noticed they were staring at me.

Elliot frowned at me, as I sat down, starting to eat my fries.

Trish reached out and took a handful before I could stop her, and split it with Dallas. I rolled my eyes.

"Who was that?" Elliot demanded.

"Oh, that was just Austin."

"Austin?"

"Yeah, he's my brothers friend."

"Well, why was he bringing you food?"

"Because, in case you didn't notice, I don't have any food."

He blinked. "Well, why him? Why didn't your mom bring you food?"

"What is this, Elliot, twenty questions? Austin's just a guy who lives with me, and-"

"He lives with you?!"

Crap. Why did I say that? "Well, yeah, but he's in college. I'm only sixteen. I'm just a kid to him."

Lies, lies, all lies.

Elliot relaxed a little, and Trish narrowed her eyes at me. I hadn't told her about how her suggestion of flirting with him had gone. Mostly because I was kind of ashamed. I had practically cheated on Elliot.

"You sure there's nothing going on between you two?"

"Absolutely."

Wow, I was just lying so much these days.

I'm sorry for leaving you with that cliffhanger in the last chapter.

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