Hey gorgeousness'! I hope you're all having a lovely day, or had a lovely day if its late at night like it is where I am. I was going to post this chapter ages ago, I know I'm terrible, but I've had exams, and I've been trying to find the time.

Also, there is a rant. You're more than welcome to read it, but one of the last reviews I received was nasty - they know who they are and this is focussed at them.

Enjoy the chapter though!

Anyway, the rant...

On my last chapter, I had two reviews from someone, and they were not very friendly. Yes, I understand criticism helps, and I respect that, but what you were saying was just trying to hurt my feelings. However, sorry to burst your bubble, but it didn't. I'm not going to name who you are, because you know who you are, and I'm not spiteful - which is why I'm going to tell you this now.

This is my story that I write in my own time. I enjoy writing this story, and from the reviews I do get, other people like this story too. If you do not like the grammar mistakes I make throughout, or the spelling mishap's, or any other tiny thing you want to point out in my story - DO NOT READ MY STORY. It's simple. I am human. Human's make little mistakes all the time - I'm sure you've made many. Therefore, don't pick me up on it in a review to be spiteful - it's not worth your time because It doesn't hurt my feelings or make me angry or upset.

Now, in the first review you asked if I was black. No, I am not black, I am white. BUT, just because someone's skin tone is different from yours, DOES NOT mean they make mistakes purposely. Again, they're also human and are ALLOWED to make mistakes. Black people are no different from white people - we are all human and we are all taught by the same rules in life - whether people follow them is a different story.

I do not like that you are trying to offend me, and other people who read this story, so I do not appreciate the reviews. They are a waste of your time, so just don't write them unless you have something nice to say. The only reason I wrote this entire rant was because I didn't like the way you disrespected other cultures in a review. Being black makes you no different, as I have said before.

Also, I DO NOT spell Mum wrong, so I will not 'get it right' as you commented, as spelling it 'm' 'u' 'm' is correct in England, and that is where I live. Just because you live anywhere else in the world and spell it 'm' 'o' 'm', doesn't mean that I spell it wrong. I could say you spell it wrong, but I respect that spelling it 'm' 'o' 'm' is how you have been brought up to spell it.

ANYWAY... lets all breathe and think positively! Hate is going to do no good in the world, especially in the harsh society teenagers live in nowadays.

Before we get onto the chapter, I would also like to thank Ross' Juliet and Jcarter692, your reviews were lovely - I love reading them! People like you make me want to update.

Okay... now the chapter. Enjoy lovelies!


"So I'm guessing your weekend went well?"

I dazed out of my dream and looked at Trish. She was standing infront of me, holding her books in one hand, grinning.

I rolled my eyes, "It was fantastic."

I unlocked my locker, and started getting out my books. History, then chemistry, then english... A smile appeared on my face, knowing that I had two entire periods with my gorgeous boyfriend today, and who knows, I might even get out of P.E to go and do some 'extra learning'.

"Did he like the present?"

I looked at her with a pointed expression, "What do you think? Trish - he tore the underwear set off of me,"

"Woah," her eyes went wide.

"Uh huh." I nodded.

I shut my locker and pulled my bag over my shoulder, "So, do you want to hang out this weekend? Austin has another meeting, and they take so long."

She slapped me, "Don't complain! He's going to be a millionaire soon, and you're going to love it."

"I love him anyway," We turned the corner of the corridor, "With, or without his money."

"I know you do," Our movement came to a stop when we reached History. "Just think though, money, imagine how many times you can take me shopping!"

I laughed and shook my head as we walked into History. Monday's are always so boring, and the fact we have Mr. Wade doesn't help the situation.

"So when are we going homecoming shopping?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I haven't even thought about that, I've been too busy."

"Well, you know you're gonna have to find a date, right? Because you can't go with," She looked around and leaned closer to me whispering, "Mr. Moon."

"Austin, Trish, you can call him Austin. And, i'm not even sure I want to go."

"What?!" She practically screamed. I shut my eyes for a second from the surprised heartattack I could feel rising. "You can't not go to homecoming, Ally, its like, your thing!"

"Well," I licked my lips, "This year is different,"

"You bet my ass it is," She narrowed her eyes at me, "You're going."

I rolled my eyes at her as the class went silent with Mr. Wade walking in.

Just an hour, Ally, thats all...

"Urgh," I moaned and put my head in my hands.


"So, have you reconcidered?"

I groaned and rolled my eyes. History had finished, and we were now walking to Chemistry.

"No, Trish. Homecoming is just a dance, its not important."

She gasped and put her hand over her heart like she was hurt, "Not important? Ally, you've won queen every. single. year for the past four, and you're giving up on your last?"

"Yes, Trish, how many more ti-"

"Trish is right you know Ally," Jessica said.

Trish and I had stopped outside Chemistry to finish our convosation, but apparently others felt the same and wanted to join in.

"You win every year," Layla followed after.

"That and the fact you sealed the deal with Kyle the first night you both won," Jessica finished.

"I - what?!" I looked at Trish outraged. "Who has said this?"

Layla looked at me wearily, as if she forgot who I was, "I don't actually know, all I know is that it went round the school. After that, well... here you are."

"Are you accusing me of being popular because of some rumour about me sleeping with Kyle?"

She shrugged, "Who knows. Maybe if it wasn't for that night, you wouldn't be high up there with him. I mean, no offence Ally, you're pretty and all, but you're not, like, hot, like all the boys want. You're more... cute, like a baby type. "

I stepped towards her, "Excuse me? First of all, I recall no one knowing who the hell Kyle was before I dated him, second of all, I never asked to be popular, nor did I sleep with someone to become popular. Third of all, I'm decent for a young women my age, if you don't think so - try acting it so that real men actually notice you."

I began to walk away with Trish, not hearing one more word out of her mouth.

"Jealous bitch," Trish grunted quietly.

"That's what all the sluts say," I heard Jessica say.

I have never whipped my head round so quickly in my life, I thought my head was going to come off.

"What the hell did you just say?" I heard Trish bellow.

I stared at them both for a second in disbelief. I've never been rude to these girls once in my four years of high school, and they start accusing me of all this? Unbelievable.

"Listen here, bitches, just because you're jealous of -"

"Trish," I put my body infront of her to stop her walking any further. By this time we had caught the attention of everyone in the halls, not just a few. But I couldn't care less.

"Let go of me Ally, I need to show them whores who's boss around here and that show them that they cannot talk to my best friend like that."

I smiled, "It's okay. I got it."

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and relaxed. I swung my head to the left and right slightly, stretching out my neck, kind of like they do in the movies, then whipped round and walked straight to them.

Layla chuckled, "What you going to do? Tell on m-"

I slapped her so hard that she fell into the lockers.

"You ever call me a slut, or a slag, or any mistreated word about any rumours going around the school again - I will personally end your school life here at Marino. And you," I looked at Jessica, "You say anything to me, or say that this incident went any different than it has, I will end your's just as bad."

I huffed smirking then walked away. As I approached Trish she handed me my bag and high-fived me.

We walked into Chemistry as though nothing had happened, and, yes, I was feeling very proud of myself, I felt a bit sick at the fact people think I lost my virginity to Kyle. Yes, I've had sex with him, but that was once and he was horrible to me...

I shuddered at the thought.

"Afternoon class, you all have me back until the end of the semester. I would like to think that you're all very happy. Now, before we begin can someone please tell me what happened outside just a minute ago?"

I shrinked down in my chair, avoiding eye gaze as everyone looked at me.

"Miss Dawson?"

I looked at Austin, who had the slightest smile on his lips, but wouldn't let it through. He looks hot when he's stern.

"Yes, Mr Moon?"

He licked his lips to prevent himself from smiling, "Care to tell me what happened?"

"Miss Dawson, Principle Ashely would like to see you."

"Or not," He whispered.

I huffed as I walked past him and he stopped me.

"Tell me after? Dinner at my house, seven-thirty?" He said lowly so that no one else would here.

I nodded, "I bet you can't wait. Sleepover?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

"Now, please, Miss Dawson." Came through the intercom again.

I mentally face palmed myself, "Im going, I'm going..."

Austin laughed when he turned around to write on the board. As I walked out and shut the door, I looked through the window part of the door and noticed her was slyly looking in my direction. He winked at me before nodding his head to the left, shooing me to Principle Ashelys office.

I roll my eyes at myself and think sarcastically, 'this is going to be fun', whilst I listen to my converse slap the floor tiles on my way to his room. Once I get there, I notice Jessica and Layla sitting there with him. Jessica looking flushed and Layla with a bright red bruised looking cheek. I chuckle to myself.

So worth it.