Hey, guys! New chapter, here? Who noticed the R5 reference in the title? ;)

Sorry I haven't updated earlier. The only reason why I didn't was because I couldn't. Very busy weekend.

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, or anything else you may recognize in this story.

Enjoy! :)


"Hey."

I look up from my juice box (what? You take whatever's good, here) to see the new girl. Shocker (note the sarcasm). I glare at her and look back down.

I hear her sigh as she sits down infront of me. "So... how's it going?"

I roll my eyes. I'm not one for small talk. Especially not with her. It's been three days since the basketball incident, and I promised to myself to not talk to that Ally girl again. I don't need my mind to be messed with.

I get up, but just as I'm about to walk passed her, I feel a small hand grab my wrist.

She chuckles somewhat darkly. I'm telling you, this girl is creepy as hell. "Nope, not this time. Sit down." She demands with a glare. I glare back, but sensing that it's pointless, I roll my eyes and sit back down. She smiles proudly. She could write 'I'm proud of myself' on her forehead, and it'd be just as obvious that she is. "Good. So, to set things straight, I better tell you now that I'm not the kind of person who gives up. So don't even try to get away from me. I'll always come back." She blinks. "Wow... That sounded creepy..." She mumbles to herself. Without thinking, I chuckle at her dorkiness. She smiles, looking, again, proud of herself. My smile fades a bit as I become conscious of what I just did, but for some unknown reason, I can't drop it completely. So, I'm left with some kind of half-smile on my face. "So, I don't think we properly met." She sticks out her hand. "I'm Ally."

I stare at her hand for a second, then hesitantly shake it. "Austin."

"So, what's up?" She asks, retrieving her hand. I shrug, looking back at my juice box. Does she think us shaking hands makes us friends, or something? Because if so, I have more friends than I thought I had. "Come on, there's got to be at least one thing!"

I scrunch up my nose and shake my head, my eyes still on the juice box. It's unbelievable how much sugar there can be in one little juice box, you know. "Not really."

She stays silent. After a few seconds, I look up at her, wondering what's wrong with her. I mean, she usually just talks and talks... Yeah, it's annoying, but you get used to it, I guess.

I watch her as she looks around the cafeteria, then frowns in confusion. "So... do you know, by any chance, why everyone is staring at us?" She asks me.

I look around and notice that everyone is indeed staring at us. I shrug, looking back down. "I don't care."

"Okay, but do you know why?"

"Outcast." I say simply. That should explain everything to her. Trish is one of the 'normal kids' at school. Being Ally's new friend, she most likely told Ally that I was outcasted in second grade. It's true, actually. So, I guess people think it's weird for me to be talking with the new girl, especially since I never really talk to anyone.

I look around at everyone once again. I roll my eyes, glare at them, and get up before walking away. I get out of the cafeteria, and just as I hear the doors close behind me, I hear them open again. I can tell who it is without even looking.

"You shouldn't have followed me." I tell Ally, not bothering to look at her.

"Why not?"

"Your reputation will be ruined forever."

I glance at her just in time to see her roll her eyes. "Does it really look like I care?"

I set my eyes back to the front. "You should."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Because I'd much rather hang out with you than care about a stupid reputation. Let them think what they think, the important thing is that I know it's not true."

I shake my head. "You're weird."

I never met someone who cared more about the outcast than their reputation, and I don't think I ever will. This girl is no different.

She shrugs. "So?"

I sigh. "Can you just leave me alone?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Why not?" She mocks me.

"Because you'll leave me at some point. They all do." I reply honestly. I hate how this girl, whom I barely know, can get me to talk to her like I actually trust her. I don't, so why am I even talking to her and telling her all this stuff? Sure, it's not a lot, but it's much more than anything I've ever told anyone!

"What tells you I'm not different?" She asks me. I stay silent, simply because I don't have an answer. Nothing tells me she's not different. I just think everyone is the same. There shouldn't be exceptions. She sighs. "Look, Austin. I have no idea why, but I care about you. I'm not like the rest of them, no matter who they are. Can't you just let me in? Give me a chance." She pleads.

I shake my head. "I can't do that. 'Cause in the end, whether you like it or not, you'll ditch me. I'd much rather be alone than get ditched all the time. So again, leave. me. alone. It'll be better for the both of us." I tell her before walking away, not waiting for her response.

I did the right thing. So, why do I feel like I just made a mistake?

I sigh, looking back to find her walking the opposite way, her back turned to me. Just as I'm about to turn back around, she looks back and her eyes find mine. Even though we're standing a fairly good distance away from each other, I can still see the hope in her eyes. I bite my lip, then shake my head, turning around.

So much for not having my mind messed with by the new girl.


BAM! Done!

Well, well, well... Austin is fighting with his mind. We'll see how he goes through that later ;)

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