Prepare for some drama!

Ally POV

I fought to keep my eyes opened as I trudged my tired body through the halls of Marino High. The constant nightmares were like my cups of coffee. They prevented me from falling asleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the bodies of my parents and brother entered my mind, and all I wanted to do was cry. But I didn't. Crying was for the weak, and that's what I no longer was.

"You look like crap." Trish commented as I approached my locker. I glared at her as I entered my combination. "Nightmare?" Trish was the only one I told about my nightmares. Not even my foster family knew.

I nodded, a yawn escaping my mouth. "I think I got like, two hours of sleep." I shoved my bag in and slammed my locker shut before leaning my head against it, my eyes closing.

"Why didn't you just stay home?"

"Because then I would have to tell Jen and Pat the reason I got no sleep, and I don't want to." I explained.

"Ally, maybe you should tell them." She spoke quietly.

My eyes snapped open. "Why the hell would I tell them? Trish, you're the only person I can talk to about them."

"Why? I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, but you have Jennifer and Patrick to talk to."

I nodded in agreement. "That may be true, but they didn't know them. You did. You were part of our family before it got shredded to pieces by a drunk idiot." My voice got quieter as I spoke, but the harshness was evident.

A frown formed on her face. "Als-"

"Don't say anything, Trish." I cut her off softly. Before she could say anything else, I zipped past her and hurried towards my first class. I didn't care that she was in that class with me. I would most likely be ignoring her.

I spent the entire period trying to think of ideas for the story Austin and I would have to write. All my ideas were depressing and gruesome. If I suggested these ideas to the blonde douche, then he would insult me in some way. When it was time for creative writing, I claimed my seat in the back of the room and started writing in my diary. Yes, I kept a diary. I didn't care.

Dear Diary,

The nightmares of the accident keep getting worse. The screams somehow get louder, and the blood gets more gruesome. I don't know what to do anymore. If I tell Jen and Pat, then they'll probably send me to a therapist. I don't want that. I can't talk to some stranger about the accident, they wouldn't understand. They didn't see their parents and brother get killed right in front of them. There are moments where I wish I could've died with them. Then I wouldn't feel so alone. I-

Before I could write anymore, my diary was ripped out of my hands. I looked at the thief and was met with the eyes of Austin Moon.

"Austin, give it back!" I snapped, standing up. I went to reach for my diary, but Austin had his hand outstretched upward, preventing me from getting it. I hated that I was so short.

He laughed. "Does little Ally have a diary?" I continued to jump for the book with all my secrets, but I still couldn't read it. "I think I'm gonna read what little Ally writes."

"Austin, please." I begged, tears forming. Was I actually going to cry?

"Dear diary," He started. "The nightmares of the accident keep getting worse. The screams somehow get louder, and the blood gets more gruesome. I don't know what to do anymore. If I tell Jen and Pat, then they'll probably send me to a therapist. I don't want that. I can't talk to some stranger about the accident, they wouldn't understand. They didn't see their parents and brother get killed right in front of them." As he continued reading, his voice got quieter.

I looked at him, tears falling. This was the first time I cried in years, and it was all because of him. I looked around the room and saw that everyone was staring at us, jaws dropped. They now knew why Adam wasn't around.

"I hope you're happy." I whispered, my voice cracking. I snatched the book out of his hands and ran out of the room, ignoring the calls from my teacher. I just ran, not caring where I was going. Not caring that I was leaving the school.

I needed to be alone.

Austin POV

Did I just do that? Did I seriously just read her diary in front of everyone? And by the looks of it, no one knew about her parents and brother.

"Mr. Moon." I gulped and turned my head so I was looking at my teacher. "Principal's office, now."

Since I was feeling like a total ass and didn't feel like arguing, I nodded and slipped out of the room. The entire walk to the Principal's office got me thinking. And what I was thinking was that I was the biggest douche on the planet. I was no longer the "bad boy." I was just a douche.

I crossed a line with reading Ally's diary. I just felt like messing with her, but I went too far. Way too damn far. And that's exactly what the Principal told me. He didn't yell at me, but I knew he was holding himself back. Just by the tone in his voice, I knew he was disappointed in me. Now, I normally wouldn't care what the Principal thought of me, but I kind of did at this moment.

Because of what I did, I was given a week of detention. I didn't really care, because detention was nothing to me. But I was always suspended for the rest of the day. I took that opportunity to look for Ally since I had a feeling she left school. And I was correct when I saw her sitting on the park bench, her knees up to her chest and her head buried in between them.

"Ally," I spoke quietly, inching towards her.

Her head snapped up and her eyes darkened, something I never saw them do. And I only met her yesterday. "What the fuck do you want?" She spat. I flinched. "Came to make my life worse than it already is?"

I shook my head. "No, I came to apologize."

She laughed bitterly. "Why the hell would I accept your apology? You just ruined my life by reading my diary." Her voice cracked and more tears rolled down her cheeks.

I sat down next to her, and I was surprised when she didn't move. "Ally, I was an idiot. I wasn't thinking when I read your diary."

She didn't look at me when she talked. She just stared straight ahead. "Nobody knew about them." She whispered. "Just my best friend."

I knew immediately who she was talking about. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" I was surprised that my voice was so soft towards her. It was only like that towards my sister.

"Because I didn't want anyone finding out that my family was dead." Her voice cracked, sending a pang of guilt to hit my chest. "Only my teachers knew. Nobody ever questioned where my brother was, so I never had to answer."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "How old was he?"

She sucked in a breath before letting it go. "We were twins."

My eyes slightly widened. Losing a sibling was hard, but when that sibling was your twin, that somehow made it harder. Because you literally did everything together.

"Ally, I-I'm so sorry." I said softly. "I really didn't mean for any of this to happen."

She shook her head and stood up. "I don't care, Austin. Apologize all you want, I don't give a crap." She finally looked at me. "And as for the project, you can fail for all I care. I never want to see you or hear from you again." And with that, she walked away, leaving me speechless.

If you asked me yesterday if I cared what Ally Dawson had to say, then I would say I didn't give two shits. If you asked me now, then I would say that I would stop at nothing to get her to forgive me.

Nothing.

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