Hey guys, I, Teen-Idol, wrote this chapter. I hope you like it and I wish you all a happy and healthy New Year!
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Chapter 7 – No Turning Back
It had passed a week since the dreadful evening in which Austin had accidentally found out about the news of Ally and Dallas, and he still hadn't uttered a word to her.
Ally couldn't help but feel depressed. He was supposed to be her best friend. She thought that he would be the first person to reveal his delight and happiness to her once he found out, besides her mother. But instead all he had done was yell and storm out of her house, not even allowing her a chance to explain herself and the reason she had kept her and Dallas' relationship from him.
Austin was the first person she had ever talked to in Miami, before she even stepped foot in the city. He had helped her get through her fear of flying and comforted her during the entire plane ride over. He had even offered to give her a ride to her house to save her the effort of walking there by foot.
He was her first friend, her best friend, or so she thought. Apparently she had been wrong, she thought sullenly as she walked over to her locker Wednesday morning.
Austin, Trish, and Dez were already by their own lockers, chatting excitedly over something she couldn't quite catch.
She walked up to them reluctantly, waving a hand and smiling. "Hi."
"Hey Ally."
"Hello Ally." Dez and Trish greeted her.
Austin just sent her a cold glare. "I have to go." He turned back to face the Latina and the redhead before turning on his heels and disappearing in the throng of people crowding the hallway.
"He's still mad at me?" Ally questioned the other two, as she reached her locker and opened the aluminum door.
"Sorry." Trish nodded. "I'm sure he'll get over this soon Alls. He probably just needs time to process everything. I mean, no offense, but it wasn't nice of you to keep your and Dallas' relationship away from us."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I just didn't know exactly how to talk to you guys about it. You don't really seem that fond of him and I wasn't sure how you would react."
"We're your friends Ally. Of course we would've been quite shocked and possibly upset at the beginning, but we would've warmed up the idea and learned to accept it." Dez added.
"I may not like Dallas entirely, but if he's good to you, then I can learn to cope with him hanging around us." Trish smiled.
"Thanks guys." Ally looked at them sincerely. "I just hope Austin will talk to me again soon. I hate fighting with him. I've texted, called, and even come to his house, but he wouldn't answer and his mother said that he wasn't feeling well. I knew that was a lie, but I couldn't accuse of her of that so I just left." She began to place her bag in her locker, taking out the books she'd need for her classes before lunch.
"Don't worry Ally. I'm sure he's feeling as horrible as you are. I'm sure this is killing him as much as it's killing you." The Latina wrapped an arm around her comfortingly.
"Plus, I think it just really hurt Austin that you chose Dal-." Dez's sentence was cut off short as Trish elbowed him in the stomach, sending him a glare.
"Come on Ally, let's get to homeroom." She quickly added, grabbing the brunette's hand and dragging her down the hallway before Ally could mumble a word of protest or question the redhead's almost confession.
Lunch didn't fare any better, as it usually did since last week. Austin still sat with the trio, but he refused to engage in any conversation with Ally. His words were only addressed to Trish and Dez and whenever the brunette jumped in to question something or add her own opinion, he completely ignored her and it.
Trish sent her sympathetic glances throughout the entire ordeal and evnetually tried to converse with her, leaving the blonde and redhead to themselves.
"I'm sorry." She whispered from across the table. "Austin's being quite stubborn about all of this and I know that you aren't an aggressive or violent person, but I am. And I wouldn't mind smacking some sense into him, if you want me to. But to warn you, I'll probably do it regardless if you want me to or not."
"Trish." Ally laughed, although still feeling upset. "I don't want any violence, you know that. I just think I need to give him some time. You're the one who told me that this morning."
"I know, but that was before I tried talking to him about it and he completely avoided the topic, pretending to focus more on his calculus work. He doesn't even like math!"
"I just don't want to push him." The brunette said, scanning across the cafeteria, hoping to catch a view of Dallas, who she hadn't seen since he had dropped her off in front of the school that morning, after picking her up. She eventually located him at a table across the room with some of the football players. They made eye contact and the brown-haired boy waved her over to join them. "I think I'll just go and join Dallas for lunch." She told Trish.
She heard Austin scoff next to her at the table.
"What is your problem?" She finally snapped, having enough of his arrogant behavior.
"My problem? You think I'm the one with the problem?" He turned to face her, laughing drily. "You're the one who's going out with that douche bag after I warned you about him!"
"You don't even know Dallas personally and you're judging him! He's not a bad guy and if you actually were nice enough to get to know him, you would see that."
"Because I know that he's no good Ally! He's putting up a façade around you, to get you to fall into his trap. And you're too stubborn to see that!"
"If this is about me lying to you about dating him and hiding it from you, I said I was sorry. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you in the first place! I knew you would react like this!"
"I'm only reacting like this because I consistently warned you about him since your first day here in Marino! And what do you do? You completely ignored me and did the exact opposite of what I told you!"
"You're not the boss of me. I can go out with who I chose."
"And you chose that lying scumbag."
"You know what? I'm not going to listen to you verbally assault me or Dallas. I don't need this." The brunette stood up.
"Fine. Go back to your so-called boyfriend."
"I will."
"Good. Just don't come crawling back to me when he ends up being hurting you."
"Guys!" Trish yelled. "Stop it."
"He's the one who started it by acting so immaturely. So what I didn't exactly tell you that Dallas and I got together the second it happened? I was going to when the time was right!"
"And when did you plan on doing that? The second I saw you two kissing in the hallway?"
"Please, guys. Relax." Dez jumped in. "There's no reason that we can't talk this out like adults."
"You're supposed to be my best friend!" The brunette yelled, gaining them some attention from around the cafeteria.
"Okay guys, maybe you should calm down." Trish interjected again, sensing that this wasn't going to end well.
"There's no need to cause a scene. We can discuss this calmly." Dez added once more.
"And you're supposed to be mine!" Austin shouted, ignoring both of them.
"Clearly I was wrong." Ally hissed, getting up from the table.
"So was I."
"Please, Ally. Don't leave." The Latina pleaded.
"You guys shouldn't fight like this." The redhead besides her spoke.
"Tell that to him." The brunette spat, pointing at the blonde. "I'm not going to stand here and let him berate my boyfriend. Unless you learn to accept that fact that Dallas and I are going out, consider this our last conversation." With that, she gathered her belongings and sat down with Dallas, who welcomed her willingly with a kiss.
"I know. I know, okay?" He whispered hurriedly into the phone. "Don't worry, I got everything under control."
"Make sure you do, because if you don't, I promise you, you won't like the consequences." Randy spoke on the other line. "Got it?"
"Yes Dad."
"Good, now you know the plan for tomorrow, correct?"
"Yes. I have her under my spell, so it'll be a piece of cake."
"Excellent. That's what I like to here." The older man praised. "I'll see you at home."
"Who were you talking to?" Dallas jumped at the voice behind him, as he was shoving his phone in his pocket.
"Oh my god, Ally! Hey." He walked over to her, prepared to plant a kiss on her lips.
"Who were you on the phone with?" She placed her finger on his lips, preventing them from reaching hers.
"No one important." He waved it off.
"You sure about that?"
"Of course I am." He smiled sincerely, leaning down to attempt to kiss her once more. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes." She rolled her eyes.
"Then don't worry about it." He pressed his lips lightly on hers, his hand snatching around her waist, bringing her in closer.
Ally obviously didn't believe him, but she decided not to press the issue. She had one person who she was currently in a big fight with. She didn't want to make that two.
"So how was your day, babe? Besides the whole fight with Austin."
"It was okay. I'm really excited for my music project presentation tomorrow."
"Oh, that's great." Dallas mumbled absentmindedly as they walked hand in hand to his car.
"Yeah. It's going to be really great. I'm performing this song I wrote all by myself. It's supposed to be a partner project, but since Austin and I ….you know ….. aren't talking to each other, I have to do it by my own. I really don't care though. I'm perfectly fine doing it by myself … except for my stage fright… Are you even listening?"
"Huh? What? Of course I am. You have to perform for you music class tomorrow. A song you wrote on your own."
"That wasn't all that I said." Ally stated, releasing herself from his grip and folding her arms across her chest. "You weren't listening to me."
"I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now." He lied. In all honesty, he just completely zoned out whenever she talked, finding none of it intriguing at all. He couldn't wait until tomorrow, so he could finally be done with her.
"Oh, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Ally questioned, concerned.
"It's fine. Nothing too horrible. I could use a distraction." Dallas winked at her.
"Dallas." She hit him on the arm.
"I was joking."
"That's not funny." She folded her arms again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What do you say we go out right now?"
"I can't. I have a ton of homework, on top of rehearsing for music tomorrow. Plus, I promised my mum I would help her clean the house today. It's accumulated quite some dust everywhere-."
"So it's a no?"
"Sorry." Ally sent him an apologetic smile. "Maybe tomorrow after school."
"Sure." He grinned, knowing that wouldn't happen. "I'll drive you home then, okay?"
"Alright." The brunette smiled, allowing him to grab hold of her hand once more as they finally reached his car in the nearly empty school parking lot.
He helped her in the passenger seat before walking around and sliding into the driver's side, starting the ignition.
"You know, I hate to be the cause of you and Austin fighting. I know he doesn't like me." The brown-haired boy stated, playing the victim card.
"That's his fault, Dallas. You shouldn't let him get to you, just like I'm not. He's acting unreasonably and if he refuses to give you the benefit of the doubt, then so be it."
"You're pretty amazing." He smiled, before leaning in to kiss her.
"You're not so bad yourself." Ally teased, pressing her lips against his.
Dallas pulled away smiling, beginning to drive, one hand holding hers.
Ally smiled to herself, staring out the window. At least she still had Dallas there for her, right?
