A/N: hi, everyone.

I finally graduated and I had the time continue this. I received a lot of pms about this story and I felt guilty every time. I'm really sorry! :(

I suggest you to re-read the last chapter if you don't remember what happened :) and I hope you'll like this new chapter, too!

The last one got almost 60 reviews - insert screams here - thank you! Thank you!

Enjoy the reading, now (and forgive me please lol) :)

I could only feel lips devouring mine, hands sliding on me and a body smashing against mine. I was confused, powerless to react to that heated kiss. As good as the person – supposedly Dallas – was making me feel, I was frightened like hell and I found myself picturing the worst scenarios that could've happened. Then, all of a sudden, the warm pair of lips left mine and the room echoed with our heavy breaths.

"City of Texas," my breath got stuck in my throat as a voice too familiar whispered with a husky tone in my ear, "clever, right?"

Everything clicked.

My head spun like crazily, like somebody was shaking me non-stop, like some basketball spinning on a player's index.

The only thing I was able to do was breathing out his name, "Austin…"

He took my saying his name like a sort of invitation to kiss me and, once again, his lips found their way to mine, connecting in a new mind blowing kiss. This time, though, despite it being wrong, I kissed back and my fear disappeared completely.

My hands pulled his blond – black, in the dark – hair as his reached to my side braid, taking off the hairpins in my hair slowly, too slowly. Seductively, I dare to say. He then proceeded to slide the hairband off my braid and tangled my locks in his fingers, bringing my face closer to his.

If Heaven existed, that was it.

I could no longer form proper thoughts, the only thing filling my mind was him, just him. And the addicting way he was kissing me, making it hard to pull away.

But eventually, I did.

His lips lingered on my chin, probably thinking I had to pull away in need of some air. Funny how the only need I had was him. But no, this was wrong and it just couldn't work and I had to make things clear before getting hurt more than I already was.

I gathered all my strength, although all my muscles felt sore and pushed him back a little by his chest. "Austin, stop," I said, panting, not even looking at him in the eye. I couldn't manage to do that in that moment or I'd have lost my mind again. He didn't utter a word, he just listened.

"I can't do this, I don't want to,"

He let out a laugh, "You don't want to? You seemed pretty into it, both times."

This time, I shot a disbelieved look at him, "pretty into it? Is it all you're going to say? You kissed me twice, Austin, twice, without giving me an explanation! You are my sister's boyfriend and I don't like you cheating on her, even though your relationship is based on mutual fun providing. And I'm not used to this! Not used to have a boyfriend or somebody to kiss, so stop playing with me, because I'm no one's kissing buddy!" At the end of my speech I was panting, more than I was after our heated kiss.

I was so mad at him, at my sister, and even at myself for falling for it. And falling for him.

"Ally, let me explain-" he started off, after a couple of seconds of awkward silence.

"You know what? Save it! I have no intention to listen to you or cope with your stupid behavior! There's no excuse for that, for anything you've done," I said, trying to open the door to walk away as fast as I could.

"Ally," he started again grabbing my arm, but I yanked it away from his grasp with all the force left in me. I still felt lightheaded for both the kiss and my raging outburst.

"Get out of my life," I spat, hoping he'd feel the ice in my voice. He didn't reply.

And this how then, my hairpins on the floor crunching under my heels, I walked not only out the room but out of my non-existent relationship with Austin Moon.

As I climbed down the stairs of Brandon's house - whoever this Brandon was -, I spotted Dallas in the crowd nearby, obviously looking for someone, a concerned look on his face. If I weren't that mad, I'd have smiled at him for being so caring. I approached him fast, making my way through drunk people and couple grinding on each other, and tapped on his shoulder.

He spun around and as he saw me standing in front of him, relief washed over his face, "Ally! Where were you? I've been looking for you everywhere!" He shouted in my ear, the annoying music still surrounding us.

"I was in the bathroom, I'm not feeling well. Can you take me home?"

He nodded and led me out the house, with his hand reassuringly resting on my back. He helped me into his car and before closing the car door, he took a moment to stare at me, confused. "Wait, didn't you have a side-braid?"

On the next day, I woke up with a terrible headache. I wasn't drunk, of course, since apparently alcohol and I aren't really that much compatible; but I had such an enormous confusion in my mind that all my thoughts were pressing on my cranium so hard it physically hurt.

I made myself breakfast and got an aspirin before my head exploded, Ashley still nowhere in sight. She came back home later than I did, so she wouldn't have woken up for another two hours.

My mind wandered back on the events of the night before. The kiss, the argument and Dallas asking me about my side braid: it felt like I was just being caught cheating on him.

But as the memory crossed my mind, I only found myself blushing.

I shouldn't have be blushing though, I should've be throwing up. That's what you should do, thinking about how a disgusting, unfaithful man used his filthy hands to feel you up or his lips to kiss feverishly yours.

But yeah, I was blushing anyway.

In a attempt to free my mind from all the thoughts about the-guy-that-I-had-no-intention-to-see-again, I watched a bit of TV. After a while of surfing through the channels, I set on a music one where young pianists competed against each other; at some point, though, a guy with dirty blonde hair came up on stage and started playing.

He was nothing alike him, but for some reason I found myself picturing him on that piano, playing in the amazing way he did, closing his eyes as the music flooded around the room.

I groaned in frustration and switched off the TV.

As I predicted, about two hours later, Ashley barged into the living room wearing a white nightgown. "Morning, sis," she started off, looking at me through her sleepy eyelids, "have you seen the box of aspirin? I'm a bit hangover."

What was new?

"Kitchen, I left it on the island. Where did you go yesterday night?"

"Some guy's party. I think his name's Brandon or something like that," she said, making her way towards the kitchen.

I clutched the remoter tight in my hand. He brought her to the party and then left her somewhere to make out with her sister. Such a good boyfriend. Ugh, the nerve of this guy!

"I was there, too,"

"With Dallas? How come I didn't see you?"

"I only stayed for like half an hour, I was feeling a bit sick," I answered casually, deciding that I was busy kissing and then shouting at your boyfriend in a bedroom upstairs wasn't an appropriate reply.

"Too bad, that was a good party. What are your plans for today anyway?" She shouted from the kitchen.

If moping around was an option, then that was it.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing."

She came back with a glass of water and an aspirin in the other hand. "Good, cause Austin sent me a text and he's coming over with his stupid red-head friend. I need you to keep his friend busy somehow, I want to spend some alone time with my boyfriend."

No, no, no, no.

Not even 24 hours after that 'meeting' with him and I was about to see him again. I hated my life more than I hated spiders or noisy people.

"I can't, Ashley, I have to… um… meet Trish."

"Ally, I don't care, take her here, let her sleep here… I don't know! As long as the end of the night, I get to stay with Austin alone."

I wanted to scream at her and blurt out everything, but I only managed to sunk in the couch more and mutter a "Yes, ma'am."

Our get-together felt as awkward as I thought it would be. We were all gathered in the living room, me and Trish on the couch and the boys sitting on the carpet, with Ashley between them.

I was holding myself back from looking at Austin and I knew he was doing the same; if I'd have glanced at him by chance I don't know what my reaction would've been. I'd spilled Trish all the details about the date and the party. She spent over an hour comforting me on the phone, and over two hours in my room as soon as she got here. I stole a glance at her sitting beside me and spotted her glaring at him from distance; I couldn't help but crack a smile. If she had the license to kill, I had some idea on who she'd use it for.

My sister, instead, was paradoxically chatting with the guy she intended to get rid of at the beginning. She was indeed talking about random and odd topics with Dez, oblivious to the awkwardness rising in her air around the five of us.

Ashley started laughing uncontrollably. "This guy's so funny, how come I didn't know this?" She said, gesturing to Dez, who just smiled proudly to himself.

That's cause you judge people without getting to know them, sis.

"For you to know something like that, you should've gotten to know him well first," I spat. It came out more venom-dripping then I intended to. But, oh well.

I heard someone stifling a laugh and it didn't come from Trish if you get my hint…

"He's a funny guy, he's always been since kindergarten," Austin butted in, praising his best friend. Cute, really. Too cute, in a moment when I'm trying to stay mad at him.

"What can I say? I'm pretty awesome," Dez said, in an attempt to sound cool.

"Woah, I'm so happy to be stuck at work every day with such a funny company," Trish countered with sarcasm.

Ashley laughed, since apparently that was the only thing she was able to do that night. That, and starting something that'd have caused a serious damage for some of us.

"I'm bored! And since you guys suck at being concentrated during a movie, we should play a game. What about… truth or dare?" Ash asked, scanning all our faces, with a mischievous expression on. Under her gaze, I felt really uncomfortable. Truth or dare is exactly the game you want to play when you're trying to hide stuff from people.

"Truth or dare? You're going to college yet you suggest 14 years old type of games?" I teased her.

"Something to hide, sis?"

I saw Austin tense out of the corner of my eye.

Clenching my fists and pressing them on the softness of the couch, I held her gaze. "No, nothing to hide. Let's play."

Trish and I moved on the floor next to them, me next to Dez, she next to Austin. Ashley put her phone in the middle of the circle and spun it around.

It landed on Austin.

"Ah, babe! Truth or dare?" Ashley asked excitedly.

"um, truth?" He said, uncertain. You could tell he was shaking. That's what you deserve.

"How many times have you actually been in love?"

I immediately looked at him for a brief moment, a tiny insignificant moment, but his eyes caught mine anyways. He held my gaze for a few seconds, before staring back at the floor.

"Two, I guess."

Two? The first was Cassidy, but the other one? I decided it was better not to dwell on it, since he wasn't worth it.

I had to spun the phone next; it landed on Dez. "Dez, truth or-?"

"Dare! Dare!" He shouted, barely containing his excitement.

"Okay, okay," I put my hands up in the air as he waggled in his seat impatient, "I dare you to… fit at least half of this bowl of marshmallows in your mouth."

He did.

One by one, he fit I don't know how many of those marshmallows in this mouth. Trish and Austin were cheering on him, while Ashley remained speechless through the whole dare, clearly disgusted. She even scooted a bit away from the guy. Playing this game wasn't a bad idea, after all.

Trish spun the phone next and it landed on me. I chose truth, relieved that it was my friend asking me the question and not my sister nor Austin.

I felt pretty lucky until Trish formulated the question, that shocked me more than seeing Dez with his mouth full of marshmallows. "Did you kiss Dallas, yesterday?"

I stared at her dumbfounded, Ashley's whistle on the background the only thing that my ears were able to catch. I didn't know what she was trying to do but whatever it was, I didn't like it. I felt like being stabbed at my back by my best friend; "yesterday" and "kiss" were two words I didn't want to hear.

But the sparkle in her eye made me realize that maybe, she had something in mind. Something actually good in mind.

"Yes, yes I did," I stated, hoping I would sound confident. Everyone bought it, apparently.

Even Austin, that stared at me mouth-agape, a look of hurt crossing his eyes. Yes, Trish is a pure evil genius, I'll give her that.

"Your first kiss, sis? This is so adorable!" Ash cooed.

God, if she only knew who my first kiss really was.

And my second too, for the record.

I rolled my eyes at her, not bothering to counter back with a proper answer.

"My turn to spin the phone," Dez exclaimed then, rubbing his hand together in anticipation. It landed on his best friend, or more specifically Austin.

He groaned, "what? Do I have a sort of magnet on that attracts this stupid phone?"

"Ow, you're no fun!" Moaned Dez, in a childish way, "If anything, attracting the phone twice it's an honor!"

Austin scoffed, "Yeah, right. I chose dare, anyway."

For the first time since I've met him, I saw Dez smiling evilly. I was scared, I gotta admit that.

"I dare you to kiss Ally."

I had all the rights to be scared.

My heart started beating crazily and Austin's gaze on me wasn't making things any better. What was with our best friends? What were they trying to do?

Killing me, for sure.

Making us being caught? A close second, probably.

"I can't kiss her- she's Ash's sister and-"

Oh, yeah, cause this has been restraining you from kissing me in the past days. The urge of slapping him for his little act was increasing so much it became a necessity.

"I don't care," Ashley said, shrugging. "It's nothing serious, you guys can kiss. And if you don't, you lose. Plus, for those who lose, there's a worse penitence."

We all stared at her in shock.

"Really?"

She nodded.

How was it possible that she sucked at keeping a relationship for a long time but was so serious about the rules of a dumb middle school game?

Trish sighed, in exasperation. "Let's get this over with, Austin, stand up and kiss her or I'll force you to and it won't be sweet."

I swear I saw him gulping.

And so he approached me painfully slowly and at each step he took, more and more air seemed to be ripped out of my lungs. I was close to faint.

Still recovering from the previous kiss yet already getting ready for another? Unbelievable.

He got out of my life, yeah. Totally.

Austin was closer now and he dropped on his knees, his face now at my level. I stared into his hazel eyes, full of embarrassment and want and emotions hard to decipher.

But the thing that scared me the most was the fact I wanted this, despite the argument, despite the hurt, despite how wrong it was.

Something was wrong with me, indeed.

Then, there were his lips that I didn't refrain myself to observe. His thin, cute lips that were naturally dark pink, a shade of that color that made them appear as if he had put lipstick on.

It happened just then. Our eyes were closed and we were kissing, again. For the third dang time.

His lips moved on mine in a way that could make professional dancers jealous and much to my dismay, they felt oddly familiar now.

If he was a drug, I'd have sold all my belongings and my house to get one - or more - daily doses of him.

My hands stayed fixed on the floor, even though they ached to touch his face or his hair and, luckily, his didn't either. Touch me, I mean. They were flat on the floor, at my sides. I'm glad he didn't add tongue neither, or else we'd have had a lot to explain.

He pulled away way too soon for me, but maybe quite later than the others had expected.

Austin plopped down on his previous spot. "Mission accomplished," he said ironically to Dez, smiling, but I didn't miss him licking his lips short after.

At this point Ashley took the phone and spun it again.

"So Trish, truth or dare?"

The game didn't last long, since all of a sudden Ash decided it was time for her long-awaited 'alone time' with Austin; after the kiss he had looked a bit out of it, and who could understand him better than me?

Dez instead was no longer a problem for my sister: apparently the marshmallows had side effects on the boy who was having a serious stomachache now and Trish had to take him home. Well, I kind of forced her to. Her former idea was to let him suffer alone, spread on the couch of my living room.

Okay, she could be a bit cynical. Nonetheless, something told me she cared for the red-head, more than she would ever admit.

I was ready now to strip off my clothes, wear my pajamas and sleep till the morning after, hoping I would stop thinking about the deceitful bleached blonde boy.

He's a jerk, remember?

You hate him.

That was the last kiss.

I repeated over and over the words in my mind. They kind of worked before I got kissed again, they might've been useful for the second time.

But as I was in my room, minding my own business, I heard voices coming from downstairs. Ashley was screaming at someone, but the other voice was so low I couldn't make out a single word.

Then, the front door was being shut close.

Deciding to verify what was going on, I ran down the stairs and found Ash beside the front door, her face tinted red and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Ashley! What happened? Where's Austin?"

"He broke up with me."

He finally broke up with her, yay.

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