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Chapter 10
"Ally! Wait up!" Austin rushed out of the door to catch up with Ally's retreating figure. She came back to school two days later, and Austin hasn't seen her for one whole day. "Hey! Ally!" She turned around, as did for the rest of the students in the hallway. "So, can I come over to Sonic Boom today? I'll drive."
"Um, yeah sure." She whispered with her head down. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration on her sudden change in body language.
"Looks like the jock will finally get that hook-up with the best slut in town." A voice piped up from the crowd. His head snapped up and grabbed the boy by his collar and held him up against a wall. A gasp rose from the crowd at Austin's sudden reaction.
"Listen to me you asshole." Austin snarled into his scared face. "You take that back now or else I'll make you into a boob-less girl. And no girl has a dick." His breath hitched in his throat.
"I'm sorry!" He whimpered. "Sorry! So sorry!" Austin threw him to the ground like he was a ragdoll, and looked at the rest of the students who looked back at him in fear.
"That threat goes the same to everyone!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the halls. Even teachers were looking out from their classrooms to see the commotion that's being formed in the hallways. "Calling Ally a slut is like calling a girl with no friends depressed or a guy with only girl friends gay! Don't judge someone based off of what your peers tell you! They could be going through something so unbearable it makes your life a dream! You don't know their story, you only know their name. So don't make their lives any harder than it is now. No one wants to be the reason behind a sudden death." Everyone was staring at him in shock. Never, in history, did Austin defend Ally. Even the teachers stood at their doors in shock. "Now fuck off before I send someone to their grave!" Everyone quickly went back to their friends, not daring to glance at the duo in the hallways. Ally looked at him.
"Thanks." She whispered. "No one has ever done that to me." He smirked.
"Of course not. This is my school after all." She smiled and they walked to the front entrance of the school with his arm wrapped protectively around her petite waist, not noticing the faint blush that began to creep up her cheeks. "Do we need to stop by your locker to get your stuff or are you okay?" She shook her head. "Lets go straight to my locker then."
Once his locker got into view, of course, Trish and Dez were fighting with each other. He could feel Ally tense up underneath his hold.
"You'll be fine." He whispered to her. Austin removed his hand from her waist, already missing her warmth. So he grabbed her hand and went up to the duo. "'Sup guys?" Trish and Dez turned to look at them. Dez smiled.
"Nothing much. Hey Ally!" Ally smiled at him.
"Hi Dez." She looked to the ground, avoiding Trish's stares while subtly swinging her hand with Austin's. Trish noticing their hands, spoke up.
"Why is she here with you?" She asked, emphasizing the word 'she'. Austin grinned.
"Sorry. Dez, Trish, this is my new friend Ally. Ally, these are my friends Dez and Trish. Is there a problem with that?" He asked cocking his head to the side. She glared at him.
"Nope. No problem at all." Dez scoffed.
"Someone's jealous." He said. Austin opened his locker with one hand, his other still in Ally's grasp.
"I am not jealous." Trish barked. Austin took his bag and closed his locker.
"Whatever. Oh and I can't hang out tonight Dez, sorry."
"Why not?" He asked with sad eyes. "I thought we were best friends!" Austin felt really bad. Ever since they've been friends, they would get together after school every single day for the past four years. And if it wasn't after school, it was before school. And Dez is an only child, so he considered Austin as his brother.
"I'm hanging out with Ally today!" Austin replied enthusiastically, sending Dez a 'I want to spend some time alone with her' stare. He grinned, getting the message.
"Sure! Anything for our new friend! Have fun guys!" Ally smiled.
"Thanks Dez. See you tomorrow!" She responded, and she turned around with Austin behind her, completely oblivious to Trish's existence.
"I get that you hate Trish, but you didn't even say bye to her." Ally snickered.
"Too bad so sad. That bitch didn't even say bye to me either four years ago so why should I do the same to her?"
"So you want to go straight to Sonic Boom or do you want to grab something to eat first?" He asked, dodging the question that he asked her.
"Let's go straight to Sonic Boom. That way I could end my shift early and I can show you something that I haven't shown anyone yet."
"Straight to Sonic Boom it is."
Once they got to Sonic Boom, Austin couldn't help but stare in awe. Instruments were lined up on the walls, shiny new pianos placed on the floor, waiting to be played. He was just taking in the music all around him, until a hand waved in front of his face.
"Hey, Austin? You okay?" He blinked repeatedly and found himself face to face with a concerned looking Ally. "Do we need to get you to the doctor?" He shook his head.
"No. I'm just...wow." He said, looking around the store. "Theres so many instruments, and...wow. It's amazing. It's, heaven!" A childish smile appeared on his face. "I love music, but I just don't have time to do it."
"There's always time for music." Ally explained. "You just need to find time to do it." She clapped her hands. "Well if you excuse me I have a bunch of customers to help," she said, motioning to the line of customers at the counter. "So do whatever you want. Just, no eating in the store." She walked to the counter and immediately began to help them one by one. Seeing how busy Ally was going to be for the next few hours, he walked to the guitar section and picked up the black acoustic Gibson guitar that he played with a few days ago and sat beneath the stairs. After playing around with a few chords, he actually managed to write a song.
Your eyes light up the sky
I know you won't fade away
I know this couldn't fade
See I gotta tell you girl
Theres nothing quite like you
I love the things you do
I think I'm falling, head over heels
'Cause you're all I want, all I need
And I, Wanna Be Your Everything
You're, all I want, all I need
And I, Wanna Be Your Everything
Ooh, Wanna Be Your Everything
When we're staring face to face
Against those perfect lips
I love the way you taste
And everytime we touch
I drift away
I'm not the same
I think I'm falling , head over heels
'Cause you're all I want, all I need
And I, Wanna Be Your Everything
You're, all I want, all I need
And I, Wanna Be Your Everything
Ooh, Wanna Be Your Everything
You're all I dreaming of,
You're all I thinking of,
You're everything, everything that I can be
I'll be your everything, yeah
'Cause you're all I want, all I need
And I, Wanna Be Your Everything
You're, all I want, all I need
And I, Wanna Be Your Everything
Ooh, Wanna Be Your Everything (1)
Clapping erupted when he strummed his last chord. Austin looked up and saw a small audience formed around him, listening to his song.
"Um, thanks." He smiled, and the crowd began to slowly disperse. He stood up and saw a surprised Ally staring at him. He cocked an eyebrow. "What?
"You're, really good."
"I know that." He replied cocikly. "Now what?" Ally placed her hands on her hips.
"Well, what time do you need to get home?"
"Around seven." He pulled out his phone. 5:30 glowed on his phone. "So I have about an hour until I have to start getting home. What do you want to do until then?" He eyes brightened up.
"I need to show you something." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up the staircase, completely oblivious to the shock that coursed through their veins when they touched. They reached a door that read 'Do Not Enter' on the front.
"Um, are we allowed to go in here?" Austin asked.
"Yeah. Don't worry, you won't get into trouble." She opened the door. A big yellow 'A' illuminated the room. The walls were painted blue, sheer curtains draped over the two big windows overlooking Miami Mall. A mini fridge was in the back, with a foosball table off to the side. Green armchairs and two green egg chairs were in the room, with a mini recording set beside the beige stand up piano to complete the room.
"Wow." Was all he managed to say. He walked inside and sat down on the piano bench. "So this is where you stay at work?"
"Yup." She said as she sat down beside Austin, their shoulders touching. "It's my private practise room." Austin nodded, and looked at a brown leather journal that's situated on the paper stand.
"What's that?" He asked, reaching forward to grab the book. Ally gasped and slapped him hard on the hand. He jerked his hand back, holding it to his chest. "Ow!" He screeched. "What was that for?" She grabbed the book and held it to her chest.
"Don't touch my book." She exclaimed. Austin held his hands up in surrender. "Its the only thing I have left from my parents and this means a great deal to me."
"So you were close with your parents, huh?" She nodded sadly.
"Yeah I was. We were a close family. " Austin looked to the ground.
"I wish I could say the same thing about mine too." He mumbled. She looked at him questionably.
"What did you say?" His head jerked up.
"Nothing. I said nothing." He cleared his throat. "So um, what do you want to do?" She looked him in the eyes. "What?"
"You're hiding something." She exclaimed. "What is it?" He gulped.
"Nothing. Are you hiding something In that book of yours Ms. Dawson?" He countered, eyeing the book greedily. His eyes flickered from her eyes to her book.
"Why?" She stood up from the bench, him following suit.
"I could ask the same thing about you." He walked slowly up to her, Ally walking backwards until her back was against the wall. She bit her lip, their eyes not leaving each others gaze.
"You're going to have to get the journal from me first." She whispered. He leaned in closer, their foreheads only centimeters apart. His arms caged Ally in, as they started to lean in.
"Hey Ally!" Chris barged into the room. Austin and Ally jumped away from each other. "Hey Austin?"
"Chris?!" Ally exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I'm going to pick you up today because I was bored at the office?" He glanced down at his watch. "And because it's 7 o'clock and you were supposed to be home thirty minutes ago lady!"
"Shit!" Austin checked his phone. "I better get home so my parents won't be worried." He lied. "See you tonight Chris and Ally!" He ran out the door, but turned around when he was behind Chris. Ally was looking at him. He sent her a wink before heading down the stairs from Sonic Boom.
Austin got inside the complex at half past seven.
"Visit me in my office Austin." Kings voice echoed through the house.
"Yeah, sure." He exclaimed to the empty space around him. Austin slid off his shoes and headed down to his office. When he opened his door, King was standing there already waiting for him. "What's up?" He asked, closing his camouflaged door behind him.
"How was the first two nights at work?" He asked. Austin looked at him skeptically.
"Good. Why?" He gulped, taking a seat in one of his leather chairs. King sat down along with him.
"I've gotten some intel from one of my colleagues." He began, logging onto his computer. "It seems that your job is expected to start very soon." Austin's breath hitched in his throat. "And it seems that they're on their way to the club tomorrow night." He gulped down nervously. King twisted his monitor towards Austin with a picture of a man with his drivers license. "This man's name is Howard Mandel. He's the head of this operation." Howard was bald, with the only facial hair on his face were found on his eyebrows, with his eyes a piercing green. "He's been working as a drug dealer ever since he was twenty. Now he runs the biggest drug ring in the world."
"Is he the biggest threat though?" Austin asked. Working with him for a few years now, he knew first hand that being the head of a big drug ring didn't make you the real threat. King shook his head. He handed him a beige folder, with the word 'Classified' stamped on the front in big bold red letters. "All the information you'll need is in that folder. Go ahead and open it now." Austin hesitantly opened the folder. A Caucasian man, around his early forties was on the front page. His hair was beginning to grey, and he was awfully, unfit and, non-menacing looking considering his job. Austin scanned his profile, and he swore he saw a typo. He gulped, thinking that it was just his imagination.
"Um, is this the only threat?" King shook his head.
"Turn the page." Austin turned the page, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Those are the two targets that are going to threaten my position." Austin took in a deep breath. "They're the ones who do all of the handling. They're the best ones in the business, which is why I need them gone. And you, my friend, are the best person to handle the job. " Friend. Austin thought to himself. Right.
"What am I supposed to do?" He asked. King looked at him sternly.
"It's all in the name son." King exclaimed. Austin flipped to the back page of the folder.
"Kill Order #1" It read. "Terminate Lester Dawson and Mike Moon."
(1) Wanna Be Your Everything - R5
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-MJ