Familiar faces filled the seats of our favourite lunch table. Trish sat on one side of me, Dez on the other, and the rest of the spaces were picked off by Jace and his Sigma Tau brothers. It was hard to hear with the low roar inside the cafeteria, and the air conditioner seemed to be on the fritz again. The air was thick with the smells of fried foods and sweaty skin, but somehow everyone seemed to be more energetic than usual.
"Hey Brazil," Jace said, greeting the man sitting in front of me. His olive skin and chocolate eyes offset the white Eastern Football hat pulled low on his forehead.
"Missed you after the game Saturday, Jace. I drank a beer or six for ya," he said with a broad, white grin.
"I appreciate it. I took Trish out to dinner," he said, leaning over to kiss the top of Trish's long, Black, curly hair.
"You're sittin' in my chair, Brazil."
Brazil turned to see Austin standing behind him, and then looked to me, surprised.
"Oh, is she one of your girls, Aus?"
"Absolutely not," I said, shaking my head. Brazil looked to Austin, who stared at him expectantly. Brazil shrugged and then took his tray to the end of the table. Austin smiled at me as he settled into the seat.
"What's up, Pidge?"
"What is that?" I asked, unable to look away from his tray. The mystery food on his plate looked like a wax display. Austin laughed and took a drink from his water glass.
"The cafeteria ladies scare me. I'm not about to critique their cooking skills." I didn't miss the appraising eyes of those sitting at the table. Austins' behaviour piqued their curiosity, and I subdued a smile at being the only girl they had seen him insist on sitting by.
"Ugh…that Bio test is after lunch," Trish groaned.
"Did you study?" I asked.
"God, no. I spent the night reassuring my boyfriend that you weren't going to sleep with Austin."
The football players seated at the end of our table stopped their obnoxious laughter to listen more closely, making the other students take notice. I glared at Trish, but she was unconcerned with any blame, nudging Jace with her shoulder.
"Jesus, Jace. You've got it that bad, huh?" Austin asked, throwing a packet of ketchup at his cousin.
Jace didn't answer, but I smiled appreciatively at Austin for the diversion. Trish rubbed his back.
"He's going to be okay. It's just going to take him awhile to believe Ally is resistant to your charms."
"I haven't tried to charm her," Austin sniffed, seeming offended.
"She's my friend." I looked to Jace.
"I told you. You have nothing to worry about."
Jace eyes finally met my eyes, and upon seeing my sincere expression, his eyes brightened a bit.
"Did you study?" Austin asked me.
I frowned. "No amount of studying is going to help me with Biology. It's just not something I can wrap my head around."
Austin stood up. "C'mon."
"What?"
"Let's go get your notes. I'm going to help you study."
"Austin…."
"Get your ass up, Pidge. You're gonna to ace that test." I tugged on one of Trish's long, black braids as I passed.
"See you in class, Trish." She smiled.
"I'll save you a seat. I'll need all the help I can get."
Austin followed me to my room, and I pulled out my study guide while he popped open my book. He quizzed me relentlessly, and then clarified a few things I didn't understand. In the way that he explained it, the concepts went from being confusing to obvious.
"…and somatic cells use mitosis to reproduce. That's when you have the phases. They sound sort of like a woman's name: Prometa Anatela."
I laughed. "Prometa Anatela?"
"Prophase, Metaphase, Anaphase and Telophase."
"Prometa Anatela," I repeated, nodding.
He smacked the top of my head with the papers. "You got this. You know this study guide backwards and forwards."
I sighed. "Well…we'll see."
"I'm going to walk you to class. I'll quiz you on the way." I locked the door behind us.
"You're not going to be mad if I flunk this test, are you?"
"You're not going to flunk, Pidge. We need to start earlier for the next one, though," he said, keeping in-step with me to the science building.
"How are you going to tutor me, do your homework, study and train for your fights?"
Austin chuckled. "I don't train for my fights. Elliot calls me, tells me where the fight is, and I go."
I shook my head in disbelief as he held the paper in front of him to ask the first question. We nearly finished a second round of the study guide when we reached my class.
"Kick ass," he smiled, handing me the notes and leaning against the door jamb.
"Hey, Aus." I turned to see a tall, somewhat lanky man smile at Austin on his way into the classroom.
"Dallas," Austin nodded.
Dallas's eyes brightened a bit when he looked to me, and he smiled. "Hi, Ally."
"Hi," I said, surprised that he knew my name. I had seen him in class, but we'd never met. Dallas continued to his seat, joking with those sitting beside him.
"Who's that?" I asked. Austin shrugged, but the skin around his eyes seemed tenser than before.
"Dallas Centineo, He's one of my Sig Tau brothers."
"You're in a frat?" I asked, doubtful.
"Sigma Tau, same as Jace. I thought you knew that," he said, looking beyond me to Dallas.
"Well…you don't seem the…fraternity type," I said, eyeing the tattoos on his forearms.
Austin turned his attention to me and grinned. "My dad is an alumn, and my brothers are all Sig Tau's…it's a family thing."
"And they expected you to pledge?" I asked, skeptical.
"Not really. They're just good guys," he said, flicking my papers.
"Better get to class."
"Thanks for helping me," I said, nudging him with my elbow. Trish passed, and I followed her to our seats.
"How did it go?" she asked.
I shrugged. "He's a good tutor."
"Just a tutor?"
"He's a good friend, too."
She seemed disappointed, and I giggled at the fallen expression on her face. It had always been a dream of Trish's for us to date friends, and roommates-slash-cousins, for her, was hitting the jackpot. She wanted us to room together when she decided to come with me to Eastern, but I vetoed her idea, hoping to spread my wings a bit. Once she finished pouting, she focused on finding a friend of Jace's to introduce me to. Austins' healthy interest in me had surpassed her ideas.
I breezed through the test and sat on the steps outside the building, waiting for Trish. When she slumped down beside me in defeat, I waited for her to speak.
"That was awful!" she cried.
"You should study with us. Austin explains it really well."
Trish groaned and leaned her head on my shoulder.
"You were no help at all! Couldn't you have given me a courtesy nod or something?" I hooked my arm around her neck and walked her to our dorm.
Over the next week, Austin helped with my history paper and tutored me in Biology. We stood together scanning the grade board outside Professor Campbell's office. My student number was three spots from the top.
"Third highest test grade in the class! Nice, Pidge!" he said, squeezing me. His eyes were bright with excitement and pride, and an awkward feeling made me to take a step back.
"Thanks, Aus. couldn't have done it without you," I said, pulling on his t-shirt. He tossed me over his shoulder, making his way through the crowd behind us.
"Make way! Move it, people! Let's make room for this poor woman's hideously disfigured, ginormous brain! She's a fucking genius!"
I giggled at the amused and curious expressions of my classmates. As the days went by, we fielded the persistent rumours about a relationship. Austins' reputation helped to quiet the gossip. He had never been known to stay with one girl longer than a night, so the more times we were seen together, the more people understood our platonic relationship for what it was. Even with the constant questions of our involvement, the stream of attention Austin received from his co-eds didn't recede.
He continued to sit next to me in History, and eat with me at lunch. It didn't take long to realize I had been wrong about him, even finding myself defensive towards those that didn't know Austin the way that I did. In the cafeteria, Austin set a can of orange juice in front of me.
"You didn't have to do that. I was going to grab one," I said, peeling off my jacket.
"Well, now you don't have to," he said, flashing the dimple on his left cheek.
Brazil snorted. "Did she turn you into a cabana boy, Austin? What's next, fanning her with a palm tree leaf, wearing a Speedo?"
Austin shot him a murderous glare, and I jumped to his defence.
"You couldn't fill a Speedo, Brazil. Shut the hell up."
"Easy, Ally! I was kidding!" Brazil said, holding up his hands.
"Just…don't talk about him like that," I said, frowning.
Austins' expression was a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Now I've seen it all. I was just defended by a girl," he said, standing up.
Before he left with his tray, he offered one more warning glare to Brazil, and then walked outside to stand with a small group of fellow smokers outside the building. I tried not to watch him while he laughed and talked. Every girl in the group subtly competed for the space next to him, and Trish shoved her elbow in my ribs when she noticed my attention was elsewhere.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Ally?"
"Nothing. I'm not looking at anything." She rested her chin on her hand and shook her head.
"They're so obvious. Look at the red head. She's ran her fingers through her hair as many times as she's blinked. I wonder if Austin gets tired of that."
Jace nodded. "He does. Everyone thinks he's this asshole, but if they only knew how much patience he has dealing with every girl that thinks she can tame him…he can't go anywhere without them bugging him. Trust me; he's much more polite than I would be."
"Oh, like you wouldn't love it," Trish said, kissing his cheek.
Austin was finishing his cigarette outside the cafeteria when I passed. "Wait up, Pidge. I'll walk you."
"You don't have to walk me to every class, Austin. I know how to get there on my own." Austin was easily side tracked by a girl with long, black hair and a short skirt walking by that smiled at him. He followed her with his eyes and nodded in the girl's direction, throwing down his cigarette.
"I'll catch up with you later, Pidge."
"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes as he jogged to the girl's side.
Austin' seat remained empty during class, and I found myself a bit aggravated with him for missing over a girl he didn't know. Professor Chaney dismissed early, and I hurried across the lawn, aware that I was to meet Finch at three to give him Sherri Cassidy's Music Appreciation notes. I looked at my watch and quickened my pace.
"Ally?" Dallas jogged across the grass to walk beside me. "I don't think we've officially met," he said, holding out his hand. "Dallas Centineo ."
I took his hand and smiled. "Ally Dawson."
"I was behind you when you got your bio test grade. Congratulations," he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Thanks. Austin helped, or I would've been at the bottom of that list, trust me."
"Oh, are you guys…."
"Friends."
Dallas nodded and smiled. "Did he tell you there's a party at the House this weekend?"
"We mostly just talk about Biology and food."
Dallas laughed. "That sounds like Austin." At the door of Morgan Hall, Dallas scanned my face with his big green eyes. "You should come. It'll be fun."
"I'll talk to Trish. I don't think we have any plans."
"Are you a package deal?"
"We made a pact this summer. No parties solo."
"Smart," he nodded in approval.
"She met Jace at orientation, so I haven't really had to tag along with her much. This will be the first time I've needed to ask her, so I'm sure she'll be happy to come." I inwardly cringed. Not only was I babbling, I'd made it obvious that I didn't get asked to parties.
"Great. I'll see you there," he said. He flashed his perfect, Banana Republic-model smile with his square jaw and naturally tan skin, turning to walk across campus.
I watched him walk away; he was tall, clean shaven, with a pressed pin-striped dress shirt and jeans. His wavy, dark brown hair bounced when he walked. I bit my lip, flattered by his invitation.
"Now he's more your speed," Dez said in my ear.
"He's cute, huh?" I asked, unable to stop smiling.
"Hell yes, he's cute…in that preppy, missionary position kind of way."
"Dez!" I cried, smacking him on the shoulder.
"Did you get Sherri's notes?"
"I did," I said, pulling them from my bag.
He lit a cigarette, held it between his lips, and squinted at the papers. "Fucking brilliant," he said, scanning the pages. He folded them away in his pocket, and then took another drag. "Good thing Morgan's boilers are out. You'll need a cold shower after getting ogled by that tall drink of water." "
The dorm doesn't have hot water?" I wailed.
"That's the word," Dez said, sliding his backpack over his shoulder.
"I'm off to Algebra. Tell TrishI said not to forget me this weekend."
"I'll tell her," I grumbled, glaring up the antique brick walls of our dormitory. I stomped up to my room, pushed through my door, and let my backpack fall to the floor.
"No hot water," Kira mumbled from her side of the desk.
"I heard." My cell phone buzzed and I clicked it open, reading a text message from Trish cursing the boilers. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Trish walked in and plopped onto my bed, arms crossed.
"Can you believe this shit? How much are we paying and we can't even take a hot shower?"
Kira sighed. "Stop whining. Why don't you just stay with your boyfriend? Haven't you been staying with him, anyway?"
Trish's eyes darted in Kira's direction. "Good idea, Kira. The fact that you're a total bitch comes in handy sometimes."
Kira kept her eyes on her computer monitor, unfazed by Trish's jab. Trish pulled out her cell phone and clicked out a text message with amazing precision and speed. Her cell phone chirped, and she smiled at me.
"We're staying with Jace and Austin until they fix the boilers."
"What? I'm not!" I cried.
"Oh, yes you are. There's no reason for you to be stuck here, freezing in the shower when Austin and Jace have two bathrooms at their place."
"I wasn't invited."
"I'm inviting you. Jace already said it was fine. You can sleep on the couch…if Austin isn't using it."
"And if he's using it?"
Trish shrugged. "Then you can sleep in Austins' bed."
"No way!" She rolled her eyes.
"Don't be such a baby, Ally. You guys are friends, right? If he hasn't tried anything by now, I don't think he will."
Her words made my open mouth snap shut. Austin had been around me in one way or another every night for weeks. I had been so occupied with making sure everyone knew we were just friends, it hadn't occurred to me that he really was interested only in friendship. I wasn't sure why, but I felt insulted.
Kira looked at us with disbelief. "Austin Moon hasn't tried to sleep with you?"
"We're friends!" I said in a defensive tone.
"I know, but he hasn't even…tried? He's slept with everyone."
"Except us," Trish said, looking her over. "And you."
Kira shrugged. "Well, I've never met him. I've just heard."
"Exactly," I snapped. "You don't even know him."
Kira returned to her monitor, oblivious to our presence.
I sighed. "All right, Trish. I need to pack."
"Make sure you pack for a few days, who knows how long it will take them to fix the boilers," she said, entirely too excited. Dread settled over me as if I were about to sneak into enemy territory.
"Ugh…all right."
Trish bounced when she hugged me. "This is going to be so fun!"
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