Austin's POV:
I've never really believed in fate before, but bumping into Ally at the grocery store almost seemed like it. Of all times for us both to go there, happens to be the same time. I've been to the store plenty of times, but I've never seen her there. Of course I'm not complaining about bumping into her. I have been thinking of her all day and I almost didn't believe it was her at first.
I hope she didn't think I was being too forward with the whole cookie thing. But I'm hoping she got the hint about saving some for me, the hint that I want to see her again, somewhere, somehow.
When I got back from the store, my father saw the cookies on the receipt and asked where they were. I told him I ate them all, but I don't really think he believed me. I wouldn't believe me either. He knows I wouldn't just eat a whole package of cookies like that. But he didn't question it so I didn't say anything more about it.
I went up stairs to my room and sat down on my game chair. I tossed a football up in the air, back and forth. Bored and being suffocated by my thoughts. Why does my father have to be so ridiculous? I mean, I could stand Ally's father not liking me or something, but my own father not allowing me to be around her puzzles me.
You know what else puzzles me, and sort of pisses me off? Why I even care. She's just a girl, a girl that I'm not allowed to socialize with and I should do just that, not talk to her. I bet she has a boyfriend or something. I've seen her walking around school with some dark haired guy. I bet they're dating, I bet she's totally in love with him or I bet she has some other secret boyfriend. And here I am, not able to like a girl because I always think about her. Well, no more.
I throw my football across my room and it hits my wall, causing a loud thud and then another thud, but a quiet one, when it hits the floor. I sigh and lie back on my chair, wishing I could just fall asleep or something, forget the world, forget my stupid dad for making such stupid rules, forget Ally, forget the stupid company our fathers both work at, forget how beautiful Ally looked last night, forget about today at the store⦠Wow, even when I'm trying to forget about her, she's all that comes up in my thoughts.
Ally's POV:
When I came home earlier, I made the mistake of not hiding the cookies. My mother yelled at me for wasting her money but then when she looked at the receipt and the change I gave her she questioned how I bought them. I started to panic and ran different scenarios in my head. All I could think of was, 'I bought them myself with some extra change I had' or something along those lines. All I know is, she believed me and that's all that mattered.
At dinner, I barely said anything. In fact, I couldn't really look at my father. After seeing Austin again today, it just reminded me how much my father pisses me off. It's not right that I can't be like a normal girl and go pick up her cell phone and call her guy friend who she's been thinking about recently. But no, instead I have to sit here and think of all these things I'd ask Austin and talk to him about or what we'd do if we hung out, but that's just a dream. I mean, I could do it still, but I'd have to sneak it. Plus i can't tell if Austin's hinting anything or not. I poke my grilled chicken with my fork. My father and mother just look at me.
"Are you feeling okay?" My father asks me.
I look up at him, and imagine myself yelling at him. Yelling things at him that I've kept bottled inside for a while. Oh and a lot of swear words would be coming out of this mouth too. But instead I shake my head and continue to murder the already dead, cooked chicken.
After I did the dishes I went outside, on my porch. It was an extremely nice night out. Warm, but cool enough for a light sweater and shorts. And it was really clear and quiet out. I sit down on one of the chairs and breathe in, refreshing air. Later on, my mom comes out with two glasses of tea. She sits down in the chair next to me and hands me a glass. I thank her and we both sit there in silence for a while.
"I can tell something has been bothering you since dinner last night." She says to break the silence.
I just shrug, and sip my drink. "Is it that boy Austin?" She asks.
I practically spit out my tea. She can't assume that, that easily, can she? After I choke a little just to swallow the tea, I say, "What, no?"
"If you say so, just be careful." She says and walks into the house.
I sit there and stare at the chair where she was just a moment ago. What does she mean, just be careful? She can't possibly assume that I'm going to pursue anything with him and I. Maybe she really knows me better than I think. I finish up my tea and head upstairs to my room.
I find myself staring at the ceiling again, thinking. These thoughts need to stop, they need to go away. I can't think about Austin like this. He's just some boy that I'm not allowed to talk to, and it needs to stay that way. Just because this weekend got my hopes up doesn't mean I need to pursue it. It's over now. Maybe I should just go after Dallas. He seems to like me. Too bad he can't even be compared to Austin.
Dallas is the typical jock; captain of the football team, smart, and sort of cocky. And that's about all I can read from him. But Austin, he's so down to earth, and sweet. He's also smart and good at football even though he doesn't play. He can get cocky too, I'm sure. It's sort of a guy thing. But there's just something more about him. I just can't figure that out though.
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