Sorry everyone for not writing for so long. I will post the next chapter tomorrow if people want me too. The reason why I got inspiration was the user yanielovesjoe. It was just so nice of you to write that review. Thank you.
Ally was sprawled on her bed chewing on rubbery green gum. Austin had just left and the smell of tomato sauce and basil wafted through the house. It was almost dinnertime. Her and Austin had talked for hours about anything and everything. She was listening to the song Asleep by The Smiths, staring out the window at the reddening sky and thinking. She thought of Austin. She thought that she might have slept with her best friend. She thought about gray skies and rain and falling in love. She thought that if sadness had a smell it would smell like wet violets. She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. The next morning she packed her new ugly neon orange backpack. Her grandmother had bought it for her. He grandmother was the kind of person who was obsessed with safety, and the backpack, of course, had to have an alarm on it in case she was getting mugged or something. Everyone in her family had an obsession, she thought, her father with saving, her grandmother with safety, her with safety she guessed, as well, the safety of never being humiliated. Warmth sloshed in her stomach from the burrito she had just microwaved in her house. The sky above was a feathery gray-blue color. The trees on her street were swollen with heavy, damp pink flowers. A thin, chilled, breeze brushed her exposed skin. Maybe the obsessions are to distract us from something. Maybe our thoughts. She had managed to not think about yesterday for a full five minutes. She quickly pushed thoughts of what happened out of her head and looked down at what she was wearing today. She had admitted, to herself in the bathroom this morning that she was trying to look prettier. And she knew whom it was for. She didn't even let herself think his name. She had worn a silky, dark purple floral skirt with a clean white t-shirt tucked in, black stockings and her brown boots. Her dark, wavy hair was brushed back into a high ponytail. She had put on a thin layer of clear lip-gloss, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and then left the house. Soon she was at the doors of the school. She had her plan. She repeated it to herself. Walk in, put books in locker, walk to class. All with head down. All fast as possible. Avoid seeing the guy who might have taken her virginity and first kiss away. Things she could never get back, things she could not remember if she had lost. She quickly pushed the door open of her school and walked in. Her boots squeaked on the blue and green plastic flooring as she made her way to her locker, shoved her books in, and walked towards the door of her first class, English. The hallway was completely full. She should have been smart and got to school early. She grasped the cold metal handle of the door and was about to seek the air-conditioned safety of the classroom when a sharp, high alarm began to go off. She clapped her hands over her ears and looked around. Everyone was in a similar stage of shock and panic.
"Is it fire?"
"Should we get out?"
"But look, the lights of that fire alarm thingy aren't going off!"
Ally was filled with a sense of dread. Her eyes slowly traveled to her backpack. She must have somehow set if off. She quickly pulled at the trigger, shutting it off. The hallways were filled with silence. Oh god, Ally. Of course you cannot make a quiet entrance into the school. The time in your life when you're most trying to avoid someone, you set off an alarm louder then the fire alarm. Of course. She internally face palmed and then slowly let her brown eyes travel up to the entire student body staring at her. She swallowed.
"Um, sorry. My grandmother um, uh, she got me a new bag. That has an alarm in it. In case I get, uh, mugged or something. I'm, um, I'm really sorry."
She quickly scurried into the classroom, slumping into the nearest desk. Students began to file in, smiling and laughing. She awkwardly laughed with them. Saying something like, "of course I did that. I have to do something clumsy at least once a day, right?" They would smile and then head to their seats, ogling her backpack. She heard the chair next to her creak.
"Hey."
She turned around. A guy with glossy brown hair, tan skin and brown eyes was grinning at her.
"Hi?" She squeaked.
"I'm new here. Your alarm girl, right?"
"Right." She suppressed the urge to giggle, instead making some sort of loud i-don't-even-know-what noise. Of course, Ally, of course.
"I'm Dallas."
"Nice to meet you. Um, so, where did you transfer from?"
"I used to live in a small town near here. You probably don't know it. Its called Springfield?"
"Yeah, never heard of it."
"Do you think you could give me a tour later of the school?" He had this kind of slow, lopsided grin that could make any girl swoon.
"Yeah, uh, sure."
"First day of school and I've already met the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Oh, um, uh, thank you. But you really don't have to lie."
"Don't worry, alarm girl, I'm not lying."
She was about to say I have a mirror or you should meet Kira but the teacher had given them a glare, and she was always one to obey teachers. The rest of the class was spent staring at the whiteboard, what she thought was "discretely" staring at Dallas's biceps and doodling flowers on the edges of pages in her notebook. When the class ended, Dallas said in her ear,
"3:15. Meet me by the doors."
"Okay. Um, bye. Uh…See you then!"
He strolled out of the room. The next classes passed quickly. Lunch soon arrived, and she walked towards the cafeteria. She quickly scanned the tables. Austin was sitting at a table with Trish and Dez. He lazily leaned back in his chair as all of the female student population (except, for well, Ally and Trish) was either checking him out, trying to sit next to him or attempting to flirt with him. Kira, the most popular girl in school, had currently dropped an apple on the tile floor and was making sure he got a full view of her boobs and butt as she bent down to pick it up. Ally understood why all of the girls were acting this way; he was gorgeous with his messy blonde hair and perfect jaw and cheekbones-Ally stop! She quickly tried to turn around, her ponytail smacking her face in the process, to find another seat, but his eyes had already connected with hers. There was only one path of action. She fled to the girl's bathroom.