"No."

"But it would be so much cooler than just a play!"

"No."

"But your dad said you love writing songs!"

"I do. But no."

"But…"

"Austin," I hissed at him, putting my plate on the lunch table with a lot of aggression, "I said no."

Austin sat down opposite of me, letting his chin rest in his hands and putting his lower lip out, making him look like a sad puppy. His big, brown eyes didn't help that.

It had been a week since Austin got the crazy idea to write a musical instead of a play.

Although I had been very clear since the beginning that there was no way of it happening, he had been following me around all week, never dropping the subject.

"But it would be so cool!"

"No," I repeated.

"I actually think it would be a good idea," said Trish, who was sitting next to me.

I frowned at her.

"No."

The look in my eyes spoke more clearly than a thousand words ever could and knowing how irritated I could get, Trish instantely dropped the subject.

"Sorry Austin," Trish muttered, "I tried."

Austin and Trish had become friends over the past week. She really liked how outgoing and quirky he was, he liked her sass.

Trish liked him so much, she even allowed Dez to sit with us at lunch, just so Austin would sit with us too.

I still wasn't sure about Austin. He had been nothing but nice to me, although he was sometimes a little pushy and overly excited, like a puppy, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I couldn't trust him.

I didn't understand how someone as nice and, not to mention, handsome, didn't have more friends than just Dez.

Of course he had girls floating around him at all times, who, by the way, didn't like him hanging out with us, but other than that, it seemed that every student avoided him at all costs and there wasn't one teacher that liked him.

Something must be up with him, I just hadn't found out yet.

So I had been treating him with all the civility in the world, but I wasn't sure if I considered him a friend.

I did really like Dez though. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch, but he was funny and he meant well.

I spent the rest of lunch time jotting down ideas for the play.

At this time, I had the story set in high school. It was turning out a bit like a mix between Grease and Romeo and Juliet, but I had decided to turn it around, so I'd made the guy the dorky nerdy one and the girl the beautiful one, that was considered too good to be with him. Their friends would play the roles of the Capulets and Montagues, not approving of their relationship and threatening to shut them out.

The thing was, I couldn't find something to connect the two.

Which was the only reason I had considered the musical idea.

Then, music could be their secret, they could bond over that, but obviously he was too shy to tell people he played and she thought it would ruin her reputation.

But then I had to tell everyone that I wrote songs.

What if they weren't good enough?

I couldn't say that I hadn't looked through my songbook, looking for songs that fitted the musical, but I hadn't found any.

They were all way to personal to get out.

"You coming?" Dez's voice put me back to earth.

"Where to?" I asked, not completely sure how long I'd been dreaming for.

"English?"

"Oh… yeah."

I looked around and noticed Austin wasn't here anymore.

When we got to class, I saw why. He was talking to Mrs Drew.

Since when did Austin have conversations with teachers? I sighed. He must've done something wrong.

When we walked in, he looked startled, and almost ran to his seat in the back of the class.

I didn't question it.

But when Mrs Drew stopped me after class, and Austin literally ran passed me to get out of class, I started to get suspicious.

What did he do now?

"Austin told me you were thinking about turning the play into a musical?" Mrs Drew said.

"Austin told you what?" I asked stiffly.

I felt anger boil up inside me.

That son of a…

"I think that would be a great idea! Let's do it."

"Let's.. Wait, what?" I exclaimed.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no.

"Yes!"

I wanted to tell her no. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't happening, that Austin was an idiot, that there was no way…

But I couldn't say no to a teacher, that was disrespectful.

So I didn't say anything, and stormed out of the room.

I couldn't tell Mrs Drew what I was thinking, but I could definitely tell Austin.

And boy, was I about to tell him.

Eventually I had to bribe Dez to tell me where Austin had gone.

He didn't want to tell me because Austin had told him not to, but when I told him I would send Trish his way, I got an answer very quickly.

"I can't believe you!" I yelled, storming into the music room.

Austin jumped up from the piano where he was sitting at and threw his hands up in defence.

"Before you kill me, you should know that I only did this because your songs are really good!"

For a moment I was so confused that I forgot how angry I was.

"They are? Wait.. What… How did you…"

I followed his eyes to the left, and what I saw there was the final straw.

"YOU STOLE MY SONGBOOK?" I screamed.

My songbook! The book I wrote my songs in… The book that no one, NO ONE, was allowed to touch!

"Well, technically," Austin said weakly, "I borrowed it.. I just needed to know if your songs were any good before I would tell Mrs Drew…"

"YOU STOLE MY SONGBOOK!"

I grabbed it from the piano. If there was anything in reach that I could throw at him, I would've, but I couldn't find something quick enough.

So I stuck to yelling.

"Not only did you go behind my back to tell a teacher about my song writing, which she wasn't supposed to know about, just so you could turn this into a stupid musical, which is something I repeatedly told you I didn't want, but you stole from me, and not just something, you stole my songbook! No one is allowed to touch my songbook! And you read them? You read my songs! No one is supposed to read those! Those are mine, mine, and you weren't… you…."

Tears started welling up in my eyes. I cursed myself for crying, I didn't want him to see me cry, but I couldn't stop them from spilling.

Sniffing, my voice breaking more with every word, I continued ranting.

"And now I have to write stupid songs for this stupid musical and everyone is going to know and everybody is going to laugh at me and then they're going to hate me and I'm…."

Now, I had to stop talking, because I was almost suffocating from crying and talking and not breathing.

"Ally…" Austin said softly, stepping towards me.

"No!" I screeched. "No, you've done enough! Would you just leave me alone? Please, just… Go away…"

And with that, I turned around and ran, out of the music room, out of school, all the way home, to the practise room, where I sat in a corner, hugging my songbook, and cried my eyes out.