Trish's boyfriend is Dez! Small world, isn't it? Now, Ally and Dez have met and Austin has learned that nothing worth having comes easy (R5 Easy Love). Respect the lesson!

Ok, so let's see what happens next...chapter 6!

DISCLAIMER: I SO DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!

"What?!"

The whole class' head's turn my way. I nervously smile back and they all look away.

You will never believe this, I just got back my test score for a history test and you'll never believe what I got..

Trish rolls her eyes, "Ally, it's just a B, actually it's a B+, you'll live"

I feel like I'm hyperventilating, what would my parents say? What will my grandparents think? How did I even get a B? I studied really hard for this!

I groan and run my hands through my brunette locks, "Trish you don't get it! I've never had a B since my parents passed. I don't know what they'll think!"

She sighs, "they'll think it's a B+"

I look at her, "exactly!"

She rubs her temples to calm herself down, "Ally it's not that big of a deal"

I sigh, "m-maybe your right"

She is so not right! This is a big deal. The school bell rings for dismissal.

Trish gathers her stuff, "Let's go Ally"

I shake my head no, "I'm going to stay and talk to Mrs. Murphy about my grade"

She sighs, "suit yourself" she says and leaves out the door.

I walk up to Mrs. Murphy's desk, "um..excuse me Mrs. Murphy?"

She looks up from her papers and gives me a smile, "oh, hello Ms. Dawson, what can I do for you?"

I place my test paper on her desk, "I would like to know why I got this grade"

She sighs, "the answers you got wrong are on the test paper"

I shake my head frustratingly, "I just don't understand Mrs. Murphy, how could I have gotten a B? I studied extremely hard this whole week!"

She joins her hands together and place her elbows on the table, "Listen Ms. Dawson, do you know you actually got the highest grade on this test in all my classes?"

I frown, "but it's still a B"

She sighs, "Ally, you are my top student. You listen in class, you turn in all your assignments on time, you pass every test and project with flying colors and I'm proud and grateful but you also work too hard. I was actually relieved when you got this B because I was starting to think you were son kind of robot."

I raise a brow, "I don't understand, so you want me to fail?"

She shakes her head no, "I certainly do not want you to fail, I want you to be 17 because it won't last long" I look at her questionably, "I think you should be getting home now Ms. Dawson"

I nod my head, grab my test paper and book bag and head out the door.

"I want you to be 17"

What does that mean? I am 17.

When I get home, I see Austin laying on the couch watching his TCA (Teen Choice Awards) performance rerun on TV eating cocoa puffs.

"I can't believe they made me where those pants, I mean, they're so last season" he says and stuffs another spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

I roll my eyes, "Hmm, I don't know, Maybe because you actually performed that last season...?"

He gives me look as I throw my book bag on the couch and head towards my study table, "I'm going to study, don't bother me" I say

He puts his cocoa puffs down, "okay, you're extra salty today and I guess I have to ask you what's wrong? so...what's wrong?"

I throw my history test paper at him. He looks at it and raises a brow, "I'm still not getting the problem here"

I grunt, "It's a B!"

He looks at me, "Is...is that a bad thing?"

I nod, "It's a really bad thing!"

He nods slowly, "and...why is that?"

I roll my eyes, "because it's not an A! What are my parents going to think about this? Their going to think I'm slacking, they're going to think I don't care!"

Austin pulls a chair up next to my desk and sits facing me, "So you're mad about getting a B because you're worried about what your parents will think" It wasn't a question, he was telling me my problem.

I nod, "finally someone who understands!"

He shakes his head no, "actually I really don't understand. Why would you be worried what you're parents think?"

I rub my temples, "I'm worried because I want them to be proud of me. Getting a B won't make them proud of me"

He sighs, "I think It's time for me to give you a lesson"

I raise a brow, "What do you mean?"

He closes my study books, "look Ally, you're problem is, you work too hard. I mean like, you work so hard to the point that it's not healthy. I hate to break it to you but your parents are gone. I'm sure that if they were still here, they'll be super proud of all your achievements but I think they'd want you to do what you want to do"

I glare at him, "how would you know what my parents want me to do?"

He raises his hands up in surrender, "I'm not trying to push your buttons, Ally. I'm just trying to tell you that you spend too much time worrying about what your parents would want you forget about yourself. You're only 17 but you act like your older. You have to stop and be 17"

"You sound just like my teacher Mrs. Murphy. What does 'be 17' mean?"

"It means, act your age. You spent too much time trying to be perfect for your parents but you don't have to be perfect. I'm sure your parents want you to enjoy yourself. They wouldn't want you to grow up too fast, they'd want you to enjoy your teenage years."

"Enjoy my teenage years?" I ask

He shrugs, "I mean, YOLO's the motto, right?"

I laugh, "So what you I have to do?"

"You have to do something fun!" he says excitedly, "I've been watching T.V all day and theres going to be a fair tomorrow, why don't we go?"

"I've never been to a fair before" I say

He gasps, "You have not had a childhood"

"I want a childhood!" I say

"Then I'll give you a childhood" he promises