Hello, lovelies! Okay, so I'm in a really good mood right now, because I talked to my crush today! Oh my goodness, his eyes are so warm, beautiful, inviting...I'm starting to sound like Ally, aren't I? Oh well, this feeling is amazing! Who knew that one person would be the reason of the painted smile on your face? Now, I got a review asking about when I'm going to start putting romance in, and it will be very soon! Let's see how it happens!

By the way, the song that was in the last chapter, I kinda wrote it, so…yeah…my best friend and my mom said that it was awesome, even though I wrote it for that moment.

Free period. The only time besides fifth hour that I get to see Austin. It's nearly Christmas time, and I just don't want to leave school, because that means that I won't be able to see Austin! This will probably be the last time I get to see Austin during this period of time until finals are over and the student body returns from winter break. The Jazz band was putting on a mini-concert in the commons today, so music was echoing loudly throughout the entire school building. I checked to find Austin in his usual spot, but he wasn't there. Trish noticed my obvious sadness, so she placed a hand on my shoulder and told me that she would keep an eye out for him, but I had to help her look for her crush, Johnny, as well.

Best friends are awesome like that. I don't think Trish and I have ever had a fight, because we both get along so well. That, and neither of us get mad at each other, even if a large milestone hit us, we would just hold our chins up high and begin to talk about random things.

Time passed, and I still hadn't seen the cute blond anywhere. I was now talking with Brooke Degresson's crush, Jessie. The two are so close to each other, I wonder how they haven't kissed already. Every free period, they sit at the same table and wait for each other, and then they talk all hour.

The Jazz band was still playing, and there was a crowd of students that bunched up to watch the musical students. I was now fading in and out of the conversation, my attention span only lasting for so long for a chat about something that I didn't care much about.

My eyes wandered up to the balcony of the cafeteria, and I caught sight of a certain blond with a football hoodie walking up to the railing, watching the performance from up above.

Absentmindedly, I squealed, "he's here!"

Jessie looked at me, and then tried to follow my line of vision.

"Who?" He asked, coming over to where I was. "Your guy friend?"

Oh, no, but I can roll with that assumption!

"Yeah, um, my guy friend," I said as I continued to stare at Austin.

The rest of the hour passed by in a blur, but all that mattered to my desperate, little heart was that Austin was there.

I walked into English class, taking notice that Austin had a vacant spot next to him on the comfortable couch.

Now I can sit next to him! I can look over at him at random times and see his beautiful face!

"I'm going to sit next to you," I announced soundly. He looked up sharply and moved his backpack as I sat down.

Setting my deep blue binder and red spiral on the floor, I could feel his eyes trained on me.

There was a few beats of silence before he spoke up, causing the hairs at the back of my neck to stand up.

"Wait, is your name on the board?

I looked up and read the names on the board that was neatly written with a red, dry-erase marker.

Austin added, "the names on the top level means this couch."

Nope; my name wasn't in that department. My name wasn't even listed.

NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

I should've just looked at him sweetly, put my finger to my lips and tell him that it was our little secret. But, instead, I just complained how the couch was comfortable, and then reluctantly got off of the couch and stalked towards my uncomfortable seat.

After the class began, I looked over to where he was and saw that Liam Smith was sitting in the seat that I used to be situated in. My eyes darted over to the board, and Liam's name wasn't on there either.

Did he kick me out because he doesn't like me? NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO. He doesn't like me! I have to change that!

Maybe he said the same thing to Liam and Liam just passed him off, considering he is an arrogant jerk.

Maybe…

All last night, I searched up tips and tricks on how to make your crush your friend and how to trick him into liking you via the internet. I've come up with suggestions as to dressing nice, acting nice, talking to him or waving to him in the hallways, becoming friends with his friends, and complimenting him on the little things. Also, in order for him to love me, I have to be confident with myself.

It all seems fair––if you ask me. Maybe he'll finally be tricked into liking me, and I'll finally have a relationship with my crush!

Now, it was free period once again, and everybody was comparing their schedules with their friends.

I had recently convinced my mom to take me out of my regular science class and move me up to AP. Honestly, I'm stoked to finally be in another advanced class to bump up my college credits. Who knows? Maybe Austin will be in that class!

Nah, he probably won't. The chances of him having that same teacher, and the chances of him having that same hour. Plus, since I've already thought that it could happen, it won't happen. I'm one of those types of people who think ahead, and it ends up never happening.

Crap.

Anyways, I looked over to where Austin was talking to one of his friends, and one of my closest friends, Phoebe, was talking to Kira, right next to Austin.

This is my chance!

Grabbing my schedule from the side pocket in my purse, I unfolded the important piece of paper and made my way towards Phoebe, my eyes flickering towards Austin every now and then.

I didn't even bother to tell Trish that I was going to talk to my crush, but I had to do this before time ran out and the hands on the clock raced each other.

Once I stood in front of Phoebe and Kira, I was pushed into an awkward stance, so I took a deep breath and turned over to Austin, who was staring down at his schedule, hunched over the table.

I never paid attention to the guy he was talking to when I placed my schedule alongside Austin's and caught his attention.

Keep your cool, Ally, I thought to myself.

"Did you have Mrs. Blurt for Science or Mr. Powers for History?" I asked him. He shook his head, and I noticed that he had both two different teachers.

That means that we won't have the same classes.

Without even thinking, I started talking about my negative feelings for Mrs. Blurt. Sure, I didn't like her one bit, but I also read that you're not supposed to talk about things that you hate in front of your love interest––it turns them away.

"You're lucky; Mrs. Blurt is a bitch." His head snapped towards me, his piercing eyes shocking me beyond life's belief. I probably shouldn't have said a curse word in front of him, because he may not like people cursing.

Well, crap.

It was then that I realized just how close we are. He eyes kept boring into mine, never blinking. His pupils were shockingly tiny, which means that he has no interest in me. They say that, if someone wants something or someone, then their pupils dilate at least by 40%.

Looks like one more goal to work for.

Say something, he's going to realize that you're deeply into him if you don't, I thought, trying to straighten out my stance.

Without breaking eye contact, I commented, "I hate her, she hates me. It's a mutual thing." Giving off a small shrug, I realized that he was just looking at me. He wasn't staring out of pure boredom, it was because of me.

I've finally done it! I've finally gotten him to like me! All I have to do now is have us to go on a date, kiss each other sweetly, maybe even under the mistletoe!

This is the perfect Christmas present.

It must've been eternity before one of us looked away. It could've been me, it could've been him. I was just glad that my face wasn't scorching red already.

Skimming

I had completely forgotten that Austin's friend was there, until he realized and said aloud, "now she can see your locker combo."

God damn him!

Austin slammed his hand over where his locker combination was printed and dragged the paper off of the table and held it away from us, the text facing down.

I half-smiled, telling him that I wouldn't get into his locker.

Now realizing that I had nothing else to talk about without giving away my crush on him, I quickly ended the conversation, not wanting things to seem awkward between us. The internet may have also tipped that you should never be in an awkward situation with them. You'd want to leave them stunned.

Walking away with a confident sway to my hips, I reached my table and saw Trish, who was smiling with ecstasy.

I hoped that Austin wasn't looking through the sea of people at me when Trish held my hands in hers and squealed.

"I saw what just happened!" She quietly cheered, "You two were really close!" It took a lot of self-control to not look back at Austin, but I knew that I had to not give him the impression that I was totally obsessed with him.

Oh, today's been a good day.

The bell soon rand and I skipped over to Mrs. Blurt's classroom, setting my things down and began to lean against the doorframe, waiting for a couple of my friends to come by so I could tell them the new update on my love life. I couldn't care less that Mrs. Blurt herself was standing out in the hallway, talking to the other teachers in that subject.

The smile seemed like it could never be erased from my face, and I liked it that way.

Mrs. Blurt turned to me, a smile on her face. So what if I had just called her a bitch in front of my crush? None of that mattered at the moment.

"Hi." She said, confused.

I smiled even larger, waving to her and repeating her words.

She turned back around, but turned back, seeing that I was still there.

She looked awestruck. "What?" She asked, a grin growing on her face.

What I would do to see my own expression through someone else's eyes at the moment. I must've looked like a fool, but I would look like a love-struck fool.

I said, dreamily, "hi," and took notice of my friends coming this way, so I made my way over to them and began to spill about what had just taken place not too long ago.

I probably should've apologized to Austin about calling Mrs. Blurt a bitch, but I didn't.

Oh well, you can't take back the past!

Right now, I'm walking into English class to take my semester final, which I'd knew that I would ace. I've always been an A student when it comes to English, so it should come to me easily.

This time, Austin was sitting on the far end of the sofa, two seats open next to him.

If I tried to sit down next to him again, then he will definitely know that I like him.

Walking over to my seat, I caught glimpse of Hannah, a recent project partner, prepared taking a seat on the opposite end of Austin, on the same couch.

"Hannah, where are you sitting? I wanna sit next to you." Hannah and I had become great friends during the project. She was an awesome and funny nerd like me! She introduced me to the Kitler cat, which nearly broke my mind. I don't know how, I just found it to be horrible and hilarious at the same time.

She ended up taking the seat that I was hoping, so I brought my stuff over to her and plopped down in the middle of the two.

"Hi, Austin," I casually waved over at the blond, who gave a subtle shake of the hand back, the right side of his mouth twitching upwards more than the other.

Turning my attention back to Hannah, we began to talk, and she told me that she exempted this test, so she was probably going to fall asleep. She then explained to me how, one time, she woke up with a huge cowlick after taking a nap during school.

Just having the privilege of being able to lean back and know that he's there is enough to let me die happy, because I know that everything would have been okay when I left the world.

But, because of Austin, I don't want to leave for a second.

The teacher handed out the class copies of the test, letting us know that we would have to write on a blank piece of notebook paper.

Taking mine out, I began to write my name in the upper-right hand margin, but my hand would not stop shaking. My once neat cursive turned into unreadable bumps and scribbles.

Even though I thought that I was in control of emotions, but the lack of steadiness in my body proved me otherwise.

He's much more, you know, a voice whispered in my head, but it wasn't mine. It was female, but the woman sounded much older, probably in her thirties. Something seemed familiar about it, but I don't know where it came from. The voice didn't belong to anyone that I knew, but it was beautiful, smooth, like melted chocolate.

That same voice chuckled, and my eyes found themselves flickering towards Austin. The audio of the entire classroom diminished, and, even though it was only for a split second, that same laugh rang through my head.

Just the look of peace on his face made me realize that nothing could go wrong whenever my mind settled on him. He took away my pain––he made me forget my past, which is what I've been wishing to do since the very beginning of the school year.

He's what I'm looking for when my world's falling and my heart's breaking.

After everybody finished the exam, Hannah and I started talking more, and she ended up having a giant cowlick when she woke up.

At one point, I took an invisible-ink pen out of my purse, along with a tiny songbook that I always carry around.

I have freaking everything in that purse.

My mom was wrong––you can get a nice purse at Target for twenty dollars.

I began to converse with Hannah via hidden messages. Deciding that she would probably want to know, I wrote to her how Austin was so quiet, and she agreed. After doing so, I told her about my immense crush on him. I don't remember how she reacted, but she never freaked out, I do recall that.

I revved up the courage from the thin air and wrote, 'HI, AUSTIN' on the paper. Next, I turned over to the blond himself, shining the Ultra Violet light on the paper.

His attention turned to me, and I waved at him, my face expression never changing.

It seems as though I'm initiating everything when it comes to Austin and me. Well, it's better than nothing. Oh my goodness, what if he gets shy around me? What if he's just intimidated by my newfound confidence and just listens in to my conversations with other people around him?

Oh my goodness, YES. Praise the Lord, halleluiah.

I should've asked him if he wanted to write something…gosh darn it…

Wait, something just occurred to me: does he even know my name? He probably does, but I've never heard him say it, ever before. I wonder how it sounds––coming from him. Does it roll off his tongue nicely? Does he have a nickname for me? Al? Alls?

Just as long as he's thinking of me, I don't care.

It was now at the end of the class period, and I stood up from my spot to put my shoes back on, along with my purse and jacket.

Austin slumped largely, then tossed his body towards to his right side, and then thrashed around to the other side.

Oh, this is my opportunity!

I said, with a slight laugh hinted in my tone of voice, "you must be incredibly bored." Just a couple of days ago, Austin was pretty quiet, so I asked him if he was bored. He had replied, almost inaudibly, "tired." He had this soothing mood to it, and his eyes drooped a little, which I found absolutely adorable.

Austin smiled widely, his eyes lighting up with joy as he slumped off of the couch and onto the floor. "What?" He asked, laughing as well.

Now he's going to see my crazy side!

I held my fists at shoulder length and began throwing my hair side to side my thrashing my body whilst standing in the same spot. In between each hairy second, I said, "Oh––my––God––I don't––know––what to––do." After I had finished, I calmed my hair down and snuck a peek at Austin, who was looking off to the side, flashing his pearly whites.

I couldn't believe that it was because of me.

Okay, it turns out that I didn't do excellent on my English test. Long story short, Austin messed with my head and I got a 68. And I'm an A student in that class, and I always have been!

Today, it didn't matter at all if you showed up to your first hour at all, so I stayed inside my English class, and Trish and Brooke happened to be there as well, even though both of them didn't have this class.

We all ended up gossiping about my crush on Austin, and Brooke commented on how Trish was right when she said that she had never seen me like that, being this high without drugs.

I had told them about how I saw a picture on iFunny, and the post via Tumblr said how an English teacher paired up two students because she thought that they would be good together, and they ended up getting married.

This is perfect! I thought, the teacher passing by me to put some items in a lower cabinet.

I called out her name, just loud enough to have her turn around without disrupting the barely-present class.

"Yes?" She asked me, walking up to me.

Okay, Ally, it's now or never.

I explained to her about the picture, wondering how I never stuttered in the midst of the process. I guess I really do have control over my emotions!

She blinked a few times, then spoke, "is there a specific pairing that you have in mind?"

Oh, you bet I do.

Great; now I'm nervous and I can't form words without making a fool out of myself.

"Ally," she warned jokingly, catching the hint that it was someone that I took interest in.

I sighed, and then whispered, "Austin."

She caught on, and I knew that she realized whom I was talking about.

She walked away, saying with air in her voice, "oh, yeah, he's good."

Yes! She approves!

Now, she'll pair us up on a project, we'll get each other's numbers, hang out more, then we'll become each other's one and text each other all throughout the night. It wouldn't matter to us that we looked like zombies in the morning, because we all knew that it was worth it.

Wouldn't it be amazing if she gave us partners for every project for the rest of the year?

Oh, guess who just earned their invitation to my wedding with Austin?

I bet she'll look back on us during our wedding reception and brag about how she was the one that set us up with each other.

I absolutely adore the feeling of only just having to think about Austin, and I'll feel like I'm walking on Cloud 9.

Wow, just…wow.

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