Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally.

Well, it's been a while since I updated this story. I ended up rewriting this cause I didn't like it, but here it is, chapter 7! I hope you enjoy, tell me what you think!

Also, is it Als or Alls? Or does it really matter? xD


Austin's POV

"Calm down Darrel, what the fuck happened to you?" Logan asked our enraged friend.

I looked Darrel over. His shirt was torn, barely hanging onto him. But what really caught our eye was his face. A deep cut was located on his left cheek, his bottom lip was busted open and swollen, his left eye was beginning to bruise, etc. Point is, he was fucked up, and it was obvious what happened. My lips formed into a scowl.

"What the fuck does it look like!" Darrel exclaimed furiously. "Those Hudson motherfuckers, they are so dead! Whenever I see them again I swear I'll kill them! Those pricks think they can just come into our territory and do whatever the fuck they want!? Just you wait, I -"

He didn't get to finish his rant. Quickly, catching us all by surprise, Dez sprang forward and pushed Darrel. Darrel stumbled backwards and fell onto the couch. Darrel was about to stand back up, but froze in place. A very rare, scary glare was set firm on Dez's face. Usually, Dez was a calm guy. He rarely got angry or anything, but when he did, he can be quite intimidating.

Glaring at Darrel, Dez spoke in a low, calm voice. "How about you calm down and tell us exactly what's going on?"

Although Darrel was clearly still angry over what happened, he visibly calmed down. Darrel relaxed back into the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah yeah, sorry, I'm just pissed."

Dez nodded and took a seat next to Darrel. Logan sat down on the chair and I leaned against the living room wall.

"Alright, now explain." Dez said.

"There's not much to it. You know how the Hudson Gang keeps coming into our territory?" Darrel asked us. We nodded. "Well, they did it again. I was with 2 others from our gang. We were walking around and they just pulled up to us. 2 cars full of them. 8 of those pricks in total. They jumped us and quite obviously," He gestured to himself. "we lost."

"Damn, when did this happen?" Logan asked him.

"Not even half an hour ago." Darrel replied.

"Why do they keep coming into our territory?" Dez asked while shaking his head.

"I have no idea, but I'm sick of it." Darrel responded.

I then pushed myself off the wall and headed for the kitchen. Before I entered I turned around, narrowed my eyes, then said. "We need to do something about this. I'm ready to stomp some Hudson head in."

The Next Day

After work, me and Dez went home. As we entered our house, we immediately began preparing for our day out. I made my way to my bedroom and changed. After that, I exited my room and walked into the living room. Logan was sitting on the couch, ready to go, and so was Dez. We asked Darrel if he wanted to join us, but after what happened, he declined.

"So, I take it you guys are ready?" I asked them.

"Yes sir!" Logan replied excitedly. Logan loves the beach, so he's always like this when we go.

"You should probably message the girls and tell them we're heading to the mall now." Dez said.

I nodded and pulled out my phone.

From Austin:

Hey Als, we're heading to the mall now. Meet us there?

From Ally:

We gotta do something real quick, we'll meet you guys there soon.

From Austin:

Alright, see you there.

After that I put away my phone and headed for the door. "Alright, lets go!"

As I was about to pull open the door, it suddenly flew open. Startled, I jumped backwards and ended up tripping on something. I fell to the ground and glared up at the intruder. "Darrel, the fuck man!?"

Darrel grinned and extended his hand towards me. "Sorry about that Blondie."

My glare intensified as he helped me up. "What did I tell you about calling me Blondie!"

"Nothing, you told Logan that." Darrel retorted, his grin still in place.

"Fair enough... So why are you here? I thought you weren't coming with us?" I asked him.

Darrel shrugged. "I changed my mind."

"Alright, now lets go!" I exclaimed once again and pushed past Darrel. The 4 followed me out of the house and towards the mall.

We made it to the mall a short while later. We entered the mall and went straight for the food court.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry as hell." Dez said as we entered the food court.

"So am I, might as well get something to eat while we're here." I replied. We ordered our food and found a table. "Yanno, I'm tempted to call this our official hangout spot. We come here often, well, me and Dez do." I added while waiting for our food.

"I'm fine with that. This place makes some good food." Dez responded.

"Anyplace that involves food is fine by me. I agree with you both." Darrel agreed, then turned to Logan. "What about you Logie, you fine with this decision?"

Logan rolled his eyes and smirked. "No arguments here Darry."

Darrel leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. His usual grin was plastered on his face. "Unlike you 2," he gestured to me and Logan. "I don't care what you call me."

Logan shrugged and turned to face Dez. "So, what do we call him then?"

Dez shook his head and replied. "I'm good with Dez, thanks."

"No, no, no, you need a nickname too!" Darrel added.

Our food arrived and I took a sip of my drink. "Yanno, Trish once called him Little Red."

Darrel turned to look at Dez, an amused expression on his face. "Oh really?"

Dez sighed and sunk down in his seat. "I'm taking it I'll be going by Little Red for a while?"

"You bet your ass you are!" Darrel replied. We all laughed and continued on with our conversation. But eventually, it came to an end, and not because of the reason you think it did.

Darrel was in the middle of saying something but suddenly stopped. He stared past Dez and towards the entrance. Slowly, a scowled formed on his face. I turned to see what he was looking at and found a group of Hudson members entering the food court. Amongst them were David Stone and Greg Huffman.

Reading what must of been on his mind, I put my hand on his shoulder, gaining his attention. I then asked. "Are any of those the ones from last night?"

Darrel nodded and turned back to face them. I did as well and caught them grinning at us. I contemplated going over there and saying something but Dez beat me to it. For whatever reason, Dez jumped out of his seat and marched right over to the group. We instantly followed suit.

Darrel bolted past Dez and was the first to confront them. "You little pricks, which one wants their ass kicked first!?"

One of them laughed hysterically and stepped forward. "You can try, but it'll just end like last night."

We then reached Darrel and stood beside him. "I highly doubt it." Logan replied to the guy's statement.

The Hudson member grinned and opened his mouth to speak again, but didn't get to. David stepped forth and spoke up. "We're not going to do this here." David said to his fellow member.

"But-"

"I said no!" David cut the guy off. The member backed off and David turned to speak to us. "Now, what is it you want?" He asked us.

Immediately Darrel responded. "You know what we want, 8 of you pricks jumped me and 2 others!"

"Also, you people keep coming into Marino territory." Logan added.

David chuckled. "So what? We can do what we please."

Darrel grit his teeth and said. "You aren't suppose to enter our territory."

"Yeah, we aren't supposed to..." David started, then narrowed his eyes at Darrel. "But we're going to anyway. There's not a damn thing you can do about it either."

"We'll see about that!" Darrel replied furiously. Before we knew it Darrel stepped forward, fist clenched, and swung at David...

But it was caught by Dez. Darrel turned towards Dez to say something, but Dez swung him around and pushed him towards us. Dez then turned around and finally spoke up. "How about a rumble?"

David, who moved back a few steps dew to Darrel's punch, quirked an eyebrow. "Come again?"

Dez crossed his arms over his chest and replied. "Yanno, when 2 gangs or whatever meet up and fight?"

"I know what a rumble is!" David shot back.

"So how bout it?" Dez asked.

David calmed down and smirked. "Whatever, if you wanna get your asses kicked, be my guest."

I stepped forward and stood beside Dez. "You're pretty cocky, I'll be sure to personally kick your head in." I said coldly.

"The rules are simple. No weapons and the last gang remaining wins. Think you can handle that?" David replied.

I let a smirk form on my face. "We'll be waiting."

With that, David and his gang left. The 4 of us then walked about towards our table and sat down. A moment later, a familiar voice said.

"Mind telling us what the hell that was about?"