Author's Note

Chapter 10! I am in the double digits! I really happy that I have 72 followers, and 73 reviews, so keep up the good work, and I will do the same :)

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Chapter 10

Ally's POV

I can't help the massive grin on my face after Austin left. He can be sweet when he wants to be. But he is a massive player. I'll admit that after I interviewed him, I did some research. There are many articles about him partying, and getting drunk a lot. It's hard to believe that the same boy was just with me with such a childish grin on his face and making fun of me just like a kid.

"I've been waiting for you," I jump in surprise at the sudden voice. I turn to find Trish on the sofa looking over at me.

"I've been waiting for like an hour to say that," She laughs ruining the mood. I laugh as well, walking over to her and taking a seat next to her.

"So Spill!" She urges. I sigh. Same old Trish. "I want to know why you were out there with the Austin Moon; again!"

"He asked me to be his fake girlfriend," I explain.

"You! Out of all the girls he could have chosen!" She exclaims. She is making way too big of a deal about this.

"That is only because I'm the girl on the cover of the magazine that he is kissing,"

"Oh yeah! I was meant to ask you about that,"

"I was walking with him after I interviewed him, then I saw Dallas with that slut he cheated on me with," At those words, I saw Trish's fist tighten. "So on instinct, I pulled Austin down for a kiss. To make Dallas jealous."

"That two-timing jerk!" Trish yelled. "He has the nerve to walk around with that cheap-,"

"Trish!" I cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "It's fine. I am totally over it,"

"Well I can imagine his face when he saw you kissing the Austin Moon! It must've of been priceless!" She laughed hysterically.

"Yeah," I sigh, waiting for Trish's laughing fit to end.

"So why did he need you to be his fake girlfriend?" She asked, still having trouble breathing after her laughing fit.

"Because his friends assumed that he got a girlfriend, and he didn't want to let them down,"

"Really," She replied, looking like she was in deep thought.

"Yeah, but he teased me through out the whole night. He even fed me cheesecake, from his own fork! And he made me kiss him twice!" I asked.

"I see," She says.

"What?" I ask, wanting to know why Trish was acting so weird.

"It seems to me, that he likes you," She accused.

"Yeah right," I laughed. "Like the international super star Austin Moon would ever like me, a boring goody-two-shoes," Trish just raises an eyebrow and gives me a look that says 'yeah right'.

"Plus he's a total player. To him I was just another fling!" I explain.

"It seems to me, that you like him too," She replies with a knowing smile.

"No way! Like I said, he is total player. Not my type. And plus, a relationship with him would just lead to heart break," I explain. "And plus, I am done with love. All those romantic novels and RomComs are just fictional,"

"Come on Ally! When I saw you earlier you had a dreamy look on your face," I blush remembering when I was thinking about Austin's six pack, and kind eye and- no; not again! "See! You're doing it again. And plus you are a total romantic!" Trish protested.

"Until I got my heart broken!" I exclaimed back.

"I get what it is." Trish said like she was just realising something. I cock an eyebrow in confusion. "You're scared to let anyone in. You are locking Austin out so you can't get hurt." She accused.

"No!" I denied. "I just want to get more into my work,"

"You're just using that as an excuse,"

"So what if I am!" I exclaim. "I don't want to get hurt Trish. I already feel like crap, so why would I like to go through it again?"

I get up and walk to my room. I am too tiered for a fight right now. The last thing I need is to talk about this. I flop down on my bed face first.

"Ally?" I hear Trish ask cautiously. "I'm sorry. I was wrong to force you to talk about something you're obviously not comfortable to talk about right now. I just stay silent waiting for her next attempt.

"Come baring chick-flicks," At this I get up and open the door.

"I'll get the popcorn,"

"I'll get the movie,"

Trish and I get ready for our chick flick night. We do this at least once a week, where we just get in pyjama's, and wrap ourselves in blankets, then watch chick flicks while eating popcorn. Good times.

"What movie are we watching?" I ask while taking a seat on our sofa with a big bowl of popcorn on my lap.

"John Tucker Must Die," She replies putting the DVD into the DVD player.

"Yes! One of the most awesome films ever!" I exclaim, moving over so Trish could join me on the sofa.

"So where have you been?" I ask as we skip through all the ads. Why do DVD's even have those? I will never know. "I felt like I haven't seen you in ages,"

"Well, here. And there. And-,"

"Just tell me!" I cut her off of her stalling.

"I've been doing an internship at Decode, that design company," She blurts out. I look at her shocked for a second. I always knew that Trish was creative, but I didn't know she wanted to be a fashion designer.

"Trish!" I exclaim. "That's amazing!" I am really happy for her.

"Really! I thought it was kind of silly, you know, me wanting to become a fashion designer," She says sheepishly.

"No way! I think it is good that you are finally using your talents to do a job you enjoy," I smiled, feeling really proud of her right now.

"Yeah. It is really fun. Even though I am just getting coffee, and doing odd jobs, I enjoy watching people design clothes, and getting familiar with the process."She said excited, like a child after their first day of school.

"I'm glad you enjoy it," I smile feeling really happy for her.

After watching the film, and laughing our asses off, we pack up ready for bed.

"Oh my gosh, that movie never gets old," I comment wiping the tears out my eye.

"Yeah! Austin is just like John Tucker!" Trish exclaims. "And you're like Kate! All you have to do is make him fall in love with you!"

"Why, so all of his ex's can team up with me, so we could bring him down? If that was the case then I would have an army"

"No! So he could stop being a player!" Trish exclaims. I roll my eyes at this.

"Yeah right Trish. In case you haven't noticed, my life isn't a corny movie. I'm not going to try and change him."

"I was just saying! Maybe he would change for yo-"

"Goodnight Trish," I say walking into my room.

I went to sleep feeling better than I have for a while.

When I woke up, I realised that it was my day off. Ever since that interview with Austin, Mrs Maxwell has been working me to a pulp. I don't know if it is because of the picture of me and Austin kissing, or if she actually likes my work. Probably the first one.

I think that she thinks that she can get me to get information out of Austin. I keep telling her that we are just friends (even though I don't even think we are that) and that I hardly talk to him. When I came back with the interview she was shocked. Apparently I was the only one who got him to talk.

Ever since then she has got me working really hard. I hope that I get a promotion soon. By the way that things are going, it looks like it isn't too far in the future. Finally! My hard work is paying off. Although I have my suspicion it has something to do with me knowing Austin Moon. Oh well. A win is a win right.

I head out to the coffee shop that Austin took me to. I find it so much easier to concentrate in there. There is such an easygoing atmosphere, and it is not too crowded. The perfect place for reflecting.

When I walk through the door, the sweet smell of coffee engulfs my senses. I order my cappuccino and sit at a table in the middle. I open my beloved songbook. Even though I gave up on music, I still like to write some lyrics sometimes. But I mostly use it as a journal. But is anybody were to read the last few entries, they would think it was a cheesy romance novel because of the recent events of my life.

"Ally?" My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a familiar voice. I looked up to see the person who I really dreaded to see. Even more so, than Austin (Even though it is turn more into fondness).

"Hey Dallas," I greet with fake enthusiasm. Why is he here? Of all places. It looks like he is wearing the uniform. He must've got fired from Starbucks. I'm not surprised after all, he is a terrible employee.

"How are you? You look like you're doing well," He asks gesturing toward me awkwardly.

"Are you surprised that I am not sitting at home crying over our break up," I say bitterly.

"Look Ally, I was a jerk," I laugh in agreement. "I know I didn't handle things in best way. I should have told you that I wasn't feeling our relationship anymore,"

"Then why did you ask me to move in with you!" I exclaim, tear threatening to fall.

"Because I panicked! I didn't know what to do. And I know I didn't handle it well, and I'm sorry for the way you found out," He apologized. He seemed pretty sincere. But that doesn't help me feel any better.

"Look, I'll like to make it up to you. How about Amy and I go on a double date with you and Justin,"

"Austin," I corrected him.

"Yeah, whatever. So how about it?" He asks hopefully.

"I don't know,"

"Please. Let me make it up to you," He says giving me the puppy dog eyes that I used to get lost in. Austin's are way better.

"Fine," I sigh.

"Great! How about that new restaurant that opened down town, tomorrow at 6?"

"Sure,"

"Thanks a lot," He says happily and walks over to go back to work. What have I gotten myself into? Now I have to find Austin and ask him to do this. He owes me one, so he can't say no, but this night is going to be awkward.

"I see you like this coffee shop I showed you," I look up to find the pair of eyes I was just thinking about minutes ago, looking down at me.

"Yeah. It's really calming," I reply simply, smiling up at him.

"You looked deep in thought when I came. Penny for your thoughts?" He asked. I laugh at the cheesiness of it all.

"I just saw my ex," I started.

"Where!" he exclaimed.

"Over at the till," Austin turned his head to look at him. I follow his gaze, to find Dallas staring at us.

At this, Austin pulls me so that I am standing up, and walks close to me. I could feel the butterflies flare up in my stomach. This always happens when Austin's around. I stop feeling that for Dallas years ago. Maybe I didn't like him as much as I thought.

"Well I think he will hate it if I do this," Austin says while moving his face close to mine, making the butterflies speed up.

"Austin what are you-,"

"Making Dallas jealous," he replies in a husky voice, looking me straight in the eyes.

"He will hate it if you laugh at something I say," I laugh as instructed.

"And he will really hate it if I move this strand of hair out of your face," he says moving a stray bit of hair out of my face.

"And this too," He says kissing my tenderly for a second, making the butterflies move at 100 miles a second.

"Yeah," Is the only word I can say as I am feeling pretty dazed, and my face a deep shade of red.

Suddenly he pulls away and walks over to other chair and takes a seat, bringing me back from my trance. I bring myself together, and sit down again.

"Yeah, I think that got him," He says cockily.

"Please. You were using that as an excuse to kiss me," I say pulling my chair further underneath the table.

"Killing two birds with one stone," He laughs. I roll my eyes.

"So I need to ask you a favour," I say in a business like way.

"Oh boy," He mumbles, leaning back in his chair.

"I just need you to go on a double date with me, Dallas, and the slut he is dating,"

"Oh, Miss Dawson said a bad word," He replied in mock surprise.

"What's that supposed to mean," I ask, offended.

"You're normally uptight," He states.

"I could be fun!" I exclaim in my defence. "If I was, then I would have never slept with you,"

"You were on the rebound. Plus you were a bit intoxicated," He points out.

"You're right. I must have been intoxicated to ever have slept with you,"

"Hey! I am pretty damn sexy,"

"Keep telling your ego that," I say by taking a sip of my very tasty beverage. "So what do I owe for this pleasure of your presence?"

"Can't I just say hello to a dear friend of mine," He says innocently.

"Not without kissing them first," I snort.

"No, you are the only exception," He says making me blush.

"Well you have to work if you want my kisses,"

"Really, because I had a few without even lifting a pinkie," He smirks. I stick my tongue out at him. "An invitation?" He laughs. I kick him under the table.

"You can be a real asshole sometimes,"

"A sexy asshole," I roll my eyes at this, but I can't help the smile creeping onto my face.

"So what does it take to get one of these kisses you speak of?"

"Well you have to be sweet, and do nice things," I explain.

"You mean like those cheesy guys from those chick flicks," He laughs.

"Well as much as I hate how fake those chick flicks are, nice guys are keepers,"

"What about girls liking dangerous guys. They always want to 'change them' or some crap like that,"

"I can't be bothered with all that. Might as well get them while they are already nice instead of doing the work,"

"What about the 'jerk theory' where girls love being treated bad?"

"Jerks are hot, but they are not keepers. Relationships that last need to have at least faith and trust,"

"And pixie dust," He jokes.

"Well I would rather have someone who I could talk to and trust then someone who is a total jerk. Not that I am looking for a relationship any way,"

"And why is that?" He asks, suddenly very interested.

"Because I am done with love. To be honest; it frankly it is a pain in the ass. Even so, if I were to date again, then I would have to be swept off my feet, and that my friend, is a hard task,"

"Sounds like a challenge,"

"Please don't," I beg.

"Challenge accepted!" He declares; completely ignoring my plead. Great, now I have this guy trying to win my heart. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

Yay! Another chapter done. I actually think that I am dragging out this story. In reality it has only been like a couple of days, and it has been streached out over 10 chapters! I don't mean to do it, but when I write it magically turns out to be over 2,000 words! What can you do? That just means a longer story, and a even longer wait to see what happens :)

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