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Ally Dawson. That name kept ringing in his head the entire day. He needed to find her and talk to her. Who does she think she is? The whole thought aggravated him enough for him to break the tip of his pencil.

"Dude are you okay?" He whipped his head around to see his best friend, Dez, staring at him. "Yeah why?" He motioned to the distressed blonde boy's pencil, that was now ruined.

"You're not upset about Natasha right? Because she was like the biggest whore ever. I'm actually glad you dumped her." He nodded as he went back to playing with his pencil. Wait, what did Dez mean?

"What do you mean, 'I'm glad you dumped her?'" The redhead shrugged. "She wasn't great for you. It was the flashy mix Austin, the bad boy and the pretty girl. I hated the sight of you two, I actually tried not to throw up. And plus, she was a huge jerk to me." The blonde boy nodded in agreement.

"Why did I even go out with her in the first place?" Dez raised his eyebrow and scoffed. "Because you were bored." He smirked as he remembered the day. He and Dez were hanging out, but Austin especially was bored. Some girl came up to him and gave him a flirty smile, and the rest was history.

In other words, Dez was ditched by Austin. But he stayed loyal, because he always knew that Austin would come through for him. He always did. He liked that side of Austin, the good side. The side that was compassionate and funloving, not the side that made out with girls every two seconds. He could swear that a new girl was in the passenger seat of Austin's convertible every week. Tops.

But that new girl brought out something in him. Rage sure, but it was good rage. The rage that made you keep coming back for more. She was intoxicating to him, to everyone really. A mystery, and someone completely different from the rest. And that's exactly what he needed.

"And besides, I think I know another girl for you." Dez smiled and continued to copy notes, satisfied that he knew he had stumped his best friend.

The brunette girl went to her last couple classes. She sat in the back, acting like she didn't care, slouched in her chair and tapping her pencil eraser on the desk itself. But she did care. She copied down every single word and listened to every word that the teacher instructed. People might not realize this from the first glance, but she is really smart. Or she considers herself to be.

See thats what happens when you make assumptions. Things never get proven, and thats how rumors starts. She never really understood rumors, or why they were started. She never got it, she always thought that they had to make up things instead of fiddling with their own pathetic little life. It was sick really, it made her gag.

She spent the quiet time near the end of the class writing in her book, her sacred book that she chooses to not let anyone see the inside. Her black ink pen smoothly moved across the page as she wrote a journal entry.

(Written in Ally's POV)

Today was interesting, I guess you could say. The highlight of my day was definitely Blondie. That guy aggrivates me. Actually he doesn't, but the fact that his big head always makes him believe that he's in charge of just about anything, makes me want to kill him. Well sort of. Something about him makes me smile in satisfaction as he gets angry, I think it's knowing that I had caused his rage. Being like this is fun, but I know it's going to wear off. I can't keep this up for a long time, someone's going to want to keep digging deeper into my life until they figure me out. And that's exactly what I don't want to happen. I like being a mystery, I like being the one that everyone talks about, the different one. But most of all, I want to be the one who has changed someone's life, but in a good way. Like Blondie, he seems so cocky, that I just have to break down his spirit if its the last thing I do. Something about him makes me want to come back for more, if it's me torturing him or what, it doesnt matter. It's just something about him...

(Back to Third Person)

She closed her book just as the bell rang. She decided to take her time and pack her things into her backpack slowly. She didn't feel like going to her last class of the day, but it was better at school than her home. She picked up her things and slung her backpack over her right shoulder as she began to walk out of the classroom. As she was walking out, she bumped into someone. Startled, she began to apologize. "Oh, I'm sor-"

She looked up to she the blonde boy that has been on her mind for the entire day. He looked sort of dazed as well. He had his back pack over his right shoulder and his right hand holding onto the strap as he was looking down at her.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. As if she was going to apologize to him. Well if it was anyone else she probably would apologize. And if she wasn't who she seemed to be right now, she would have apologized. "Watch it Blondie." She said simply as she walked out the room to her history class.

The halls were quiet as she walked through the crowd. She kind of liked it actually, the quiet. But not the whole people staring at you, talking about you just because you're the hot new thing that just happened to walk through the halls. The people of the school actually amaze her. She's been here one day and she has heard so many different rumors of who she was.

"Sara told me that she was raised on the street."

"I heard that she got raped."

"I heard her dad had a glass eye."

"Ally? Oh yeah, both her parents died and had to live with her pathetic uncle."

Where do they some up with these things? She thought. Well the last one was almost true. Even though she didn't like people staring at her, she did like the attention. She liked knowing that she made an impression on some people, and that she stuck in their minds. Even thought it wasn't really teh attention she liked, she fed off of it. She lived for attention, she wanted attention.

Just like Blondie.

As the last bell rang, he bolted out of his class to his locker. He shoved everything into his backpack and headed out the door, eager to leave school. If he didn't leave school early, he'd have to deal with all these questions, most of them about the new girl, Ally. Huh. Ally, rolls off the tongue nicely. He walked outside, mentally cursing at himself as he passed his parking spot, well his original parking spot, which was occupied by the shiny black motorcycle.

He walked to where he parked his car, but couldn't find it. He scrunched his eyebrows together, trying to think back to this morning. He remembered that he had parked his car on the east parking lot under a nice tree, but he simply could not find his car.

Then he remembered that this morning he was complaining to his dad that he wanted his car cleaned, waxed, and buffered. His dad simply nodded as he took a sip of coffee that he was drinking that morning. "I'll take it to the car wash when you're at school. It won't take that long and should be back before school is over."

But it wasn't.

He called his dad, trying to figure out where is car went. "Hey Austin, sorry your car isn't back yet. This little jerk is taking forever to get his car washed. He just got done, and I'm next. I can just pick you up and wash the car later if you want." He shook his head.

"No, just wash it and whatever, I'll find my own way home." He heard this "thunk" noise, and a faint "oh shit" in the background.

"Yeah okay, why don't you get a ride from Dez or something. I gotta go Austin, see you at home." He ended the call and ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair. Now he could've gotten a ride from his dad, but Austin Moon liked things done. His car was his baby, and wished for his baby to be pampered and all. The only trouble now is how he's going to get home. And there's no way in hell that Austin Moon is walking 3 miles just to get home.

His thoughts were cut short at the sound of a revving engine. He looked over to see Ally getting on her motorcycle and starting it up. She caught his stare and smirked. But then she looked confused. She rode over to him and stopped right in front of him.

"Hey Blondie, where's your shiny blue convertible?" He glared at her for a second. "My dad's getting it waxed, so I don't have a ride home." She mocked sympathy.

"Oh you poor thing." He rolled his eyes and pulled out his contacts, trying to find a ride home. "Austin."

He raised his head to see Ally pulling out a spare helmet. "You want a ride?" He seemed sort of shocked. He never really thought that she would offer to give him a ride home. He would've declined her offer, given the background that they had, but he really needed a way to get home, and maybe this little ride might give them a reason to back out of each others life.

"Fine," He answered grumpily, "But only because you offered." He strapped on his helmet. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Sure." She said as she rode off.

"And make a right here." Just as Ally got to his house, she stopped the motorcycle and looked up at his house. It was a very modern looking house, like very other house on the block. It was definitely a rich person house, well atleast she thought of it that way. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't tiny either. It was definitely big enough for a medium sized family to live in. It had a nice green lawn and a bright white picket fence, like any other house in those ads.

"Thanks for the ride Ally." He said quietly. "Yeah yeah, whatever." She said, flopping her hand up and down like it was no big deal.

"So," She said, changing the subject, "You have a nice house here. It's pretty big here." He shrugged.

"It's just a modern sized house I guess, it could be bigger. It fits for me, my parents and my two siblings." She put on a smile on her face, a fake one of course.

"And a family too. Wow, you have it all." She said, sounding sarcastic, but she wasn't sarcastic at all. He chuckled. "No, I don't." She shook her head as she adjusted her helmet strap.

"But you do." She said as she rode off.

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