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Ally's POV

Monday. The day I would break up with Dallas. I was still in shock that he would actually do something like that. Austin was right. But he also got me through my heartbreak. I was thankful I had him. I'm thankful everyday. He did everything to make me happy.

I look looked in the mirror.

"Now repeat after me: you will break up with Dallas. Show no sympathy for him. You will walk away with no tears escaping your eyes. You are better than him. You are Ally Dawson," I vowed to myself as I put on some makeup.

Makeup. I now have the funny memory of putting it on Austin's face. It was no more than a memory now, but it was a good one. Most of her my good memories were with Austin.

Before I knew it, I was face-to-face with Dallas. I swallow. Okay, let's do this...

"Dallas, there's something I need to tell you," I spoke up. I speak more confident than I sound. Dallas looked in surprise.

"That's funny, because I need to tell you something too. You can go first," he said politely. That polite smile didn't fool me. I know what he's gonna do.

"So, a little birdie told me... that you were using me for my brains. And as soon as you passed math, you were going to dump me," I tap my chin, pretending to think. "Is this true?" Dallas shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh, um... no..." he lied.

"Sorry to tell you this, but I trust Austin," I tell him, my confidence starting to grow. I always trusted Austin, no matter how unbelievable he could sound. It was just natural to believe him.

"A-Austin? Who are you going to believe? Your boyfriend, or him?"

"Sorry to break it to you, but don't you mean ex boyfriend?"

"Ex?" he repeated.

"Consider yourself, dumped," I walk away, feeling proud of myself. For the first time, I actually stood up for myself; it felt good. That's one of the things I thought I would never accomplish.

Approached Austin, I tell him the news. "I did it!"

"I'm so proud of you! Good job by showing that guy!" he gave me a quick hug.

"Thanks. You should have seen his face!" I exclaim. Austin chuckled as Trish approached us.

"Who's face?" she asked. I had totally forgotten to tell her about the whole Dallas situation. Usually I told Trish everything.

"Oh, I broke up with Dallas today."

"Why?"

"Well... Austin told me that he was only using me to get his grade up in math..." I explained, feeling really no reason to go on. Seeing Trish's expression, I could tell that my friend was happy I broke up with Dallas. After all, she didn't trust him anyways. I should have listened to her.

"I'm sorry Ally. But you did the right thing. Besides, there's other guys out there. Like..." she didn't even have to finish. Trish just pointed at the blond. I found heat rise on her cheeks. It was too soon, not right after Dallas...

I knew Trish was trying to set me up with Austin. I take another look at Austin, who was red with embarrassment. Suddenly I see a glimmer in his eyes that I never saw before. I already know he likes me. But why me?

But that look seemed like it was much more. He seemed to look at me with such want. I know I wasn't ugly, but I just don't know why he Would go for me. The only difference with Austin was that he looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't help but meet his gaze.

Ok... maybe I do like him, but not right after Dallas.

"Ally, I just want you to know: you don't have to be with me. At least if you don't want to. I mean, you just broke up with Dallas," he said, as if he could read my mind. "But I will wait."

"Thanks Austin," I smiled. "Not right after Dallas. But I'm not saying it could never work."

"So what are you saying?" No, it's not maybe. I like Austin Moon!

"I'm saying... that... maybe I like you..." I choked out nervously. Austin's expression was full of excitement.

"Y-You...?"

"Ok," I shrugged with a smile. "I like you."

"Really! Oh thank you!" he hugged me. I turn around to realize Trish had witnessed the whole thing.

"Finally! I knew it!" she exclaimed, making both Austin and I laugh. Suddenly Trish looks hot with embarrassment. "I-I'm gonna go now."

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Austin's POV

Singing is one of my favorite things to do. That's why choir is one of my electives. I glace at Ally, who is one row ahead of me. She likes me. She likes me!

"Now," Mr. Fisher said. "I want you guys to write a song, and preform it here. It'll be due in exactly three weeks from now; there will be no more than two people preforming. You may pick your own partner if you want to do a duet."

Finally, we get to do some actual singing in this class. I mean, we have, but just little things. I see Ally starting to look nervous. She starts to chew her hair, something I've seen her do when she's nervous; which I think is adorkable. But what could she be nervous about?

The teacher gave us some time to pick our partners.

"Ally," I tap her on the shoulder. She looks up at me, with her teeth still on her hair. "You wanna be my partner?"

"I-I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't."

"But why?"

"I can't! I'm just gonna get an F and be done with it!" she snapped. What was her problem?

"Ally, tell me what's wrong," I urge, nudging her. She sighs.

"Alright. I...I have stage-fright. I can't preform!"

"That's why I'm asking you to be my partner. But I can't write songs," I admit. I've never been good at writing songs. My whole life I've only sang them.

"Really? Cause I can write them!"

"So you'll be my partner?" I ask excitedly.

"Yeah. But what about my stage-fright?"

"Look, Ally, I'll be right there with you. Okay?" I promise.

"Okay," she agreed, but still looked unsure. I slip my hand into hers.

"Hey, I'll be right here."

Sorry for the short chapter but at least we got Ally to admit her feelings. Now all they have to do is go on date ;). Please review!