Time for Austin's P.O.V.!


Chapter 4

Austin's P.O.V.

Passionate. Vigorous. Tongue. Wet. Sloppy. These were thoughts that were rolling through my mind as I had Cassidy, my girlfriend, pressed up against my locker. Well, we started at my locker at least. Cassidy and I have been together for over a month now and we still haven't done it. I don't know if I'll be able to keep this up if it doesn't lead to some benefits. I mean, Cassidy's nice and all, but she is one of the worst fucking kissers ever. And I've kissed a lot of girls. Oh who I am kidding, she's not even that fucking nice. She's just a really popular, hot bitch. Good for my reputation. My image. Can't be a bad boy without getting the hottest girls. Is it really worth it, though? I don't know. I'm losing air. I pull away from Cassidy and rest my forehead against hers. I give her a smoldering look that makes her giggle and avert her eyes. Then she screams. No Cassidy. I most certainly did not need my hearing. Thanks for asking.

She continues squealing annoyingly and attacks a petite brunette in a hug. The girl Cassidy's hugging seems uncomfortable and awkward and a little bit pained. I look down slightly to see that Cassidy was squishing the poor girls broken arm at an awkward angle. I tentatively approach the pair and peel my girlfriend off of her pretty companion. Cassidy is the first to speak.

"Ah! Ally! How are you? Trish told me you were coming back today! How are you feeling?" Wait. Ally? As in Ally Dawson? Didn't she get hit by a car a while back? Is she just coming back now? Holy shit. It must've been a pretty hard hit. And she survived? Bad ass. She looks stunning. Even with a huge scar on her forehead and some casts and splints. I don't think I've really met her. Sober at least. Who knows what goes on at those parties. I concentrate back to the conversation at hand. Or lack thereof.

"Uh, hi. Nice to see you again Cassidy." She turns to me, "Austin." When she says my name something flashes through her eyes. I don't know what it is. I glance at Cassidy and can tell this isn't the kind of greeting she was expecting. Ally quickly walks around us and to her locker, which is coincidentally next to mine. I swagger over to my locker and lean my elbow against it.

"Looks like were neighbors," I say smoothly as I giver her my panty dropping look I give all the hot girls. She barely glances over at me as she puts her books into a zebra and hot pink backpack.

"Yup." Okay. Does she not know who she's talking to? I'm Austin fucking Moon. Every girl in this school falls at my feet if I wink in their general direction. She is barely even giving me the time of day. And I don't like it one bit.

"Do you remember me? It looks like you hit your head pretty hard," I say as a lightly brush my thumb over the scar that goes from her crown to her forehead. Her eyes connect to mine as my finger dances lightly over her skin. I see anguish. Fear. Humor? She bursts out laughing. Clutching her sides and doubling over, then wincing in pain. She probably hurt her ribs, too. She goes upright wiping away a stray tear of mirth.

"I'm sorry Blondie. Inside joke. You're different from what I remember," she says. Blondie. I kinda like that nickname. But, only because it's coming out of her delectable lips.

"Different how?"

"Oh I can't tell you that now can I? It'd ruin all the fun." She's feisty. I like it.

"Oh come on. I can keep a secret!"

"You've never been able to keep anything I tell you a secret. You always go blabbing to Dez." Wait. What?

"How would you know?" The humor immediately drops from her eyes and she pales just a shade.

"Um.. Uh. I—"

"What're you two talking about?" Cassidy interrupts. Relief washes over Ally's face.

"Oh nothing. I've got to get to class. Bye!" With this she slams her locker and speed walks down the hall. That was my first conversation with Ally Dawson and I can't help but want to get to know her better. A lot better.


Ally's P.O.V.

That was way too close. I really have to check myself before I wreck myself. He probably thinks I'm super weird now. Like a stalker or something. I know it seems strange to want to rekindle my relationships with Austin and Dez, but I do.

I should probably just move on. Pretend that my other life was just a dream. But it's the only life I know. And if I can recreate that life here, then why not? I have to at least try. I gotta give it my all. And if it doesn't work out in the end, then so be it? But I'll never know if I don't try. I come out of my stupor and see Dez at his locker. He closes it, turns, and walks right into me. The books I'm carrying tumble to the ground.

"Sorry," he says noncommittally. He bends down to pick up my books and looks up at me. "Are you gonna help or am I gonna have to do this all by myself?"

"Sorry, my ribs are still a little broken." At this he picks up the last book and stretches to his full height.

"Oh, aren't you that chick that got hit my a truck or something?"

"From what I'm told, yes." He laughs at this, but I keep a straight face. He notices this and stops smiling, calming down.

"You're serious?"

"Dez… can I tell you a secret?"

"You hardly know me."

"I trust you."

"Why?"

"That's part of what I'm trying to tell you." Dez looks at me as a sign to continue, "Okay. You can't tell anyone this but, I don't remember anything before the accident." Dez's eyes soften a bit at this. "Well at least nothing I remember seems to be real. In the life I remember you, Austin, Trish, and I were best friends."

"Trish de la Rosa?"

"Yeah."

"She's a cutie." I smirk a little at this. But, now's not the time to be playing matchmaker.

"Basically what happened is that I wrote a song that Austin then stole. He sang in a video you directed, which was phenomenal. He became an overnight sensation and the outcome was Team Austin. Austin as the performer, me as his songwriter, Trish as his manager, and you as his video director. We later got a record deal and Austin was famous. Last I remember it was Valentine's Day and you, Trish, Austin, and I went on a sort of double friend date thing. Does what I'm saying make any sense?"

"I believe you Ally."

"Do you really?"

"Yeah, that other life actually sounds kind of fun. However much fun this life style appears to be, it's not. But I do have a few questions?"

"Shoot."

"Who was my date for Valentine's Day."

"Trish."

"Awesome. Um where do Dallas and Cassidy come in? Since they're both big part of you're life."

"Well Cassidy was a bitch in my other life."

"That much hasn't changed." I giggled a bit at this. I missed Dez. "And Dallas?"

"I had a crush on him at one point, nothing really beyond that. From what I've been told he's basically the same."

"Speak of the devil," says Dez. At that remark I see Dez looking past me and I turn around to see Dallas walking down the hallway and smiling at me.

Oh no.


And so the plot thickens.