hello it me

I would just like to dedicate this chapter to my number 1 hoe May(ass)a because she's my number 1 hoe; what other reason do I need to give ya'll?

Also, happy St. Patrick's Day! I felt it was kind of ironic how this chapter collided on this day.

Enjoy! I don't own anything!

Ally watched as Elliot switched from the inner right lane to the outer left.

She glanced at her reflection in the side view mirror. She was wearing a simple knit sweater over her old teal dress she wore on her first date with Elliot. Hopefully, he didn't notice her lack of new attire.

They had just seen a new movie in the theatre and Elliot was driving her home. And apparently, taking his time at that. He had already missed three turns and stopped for gas at two different stations.

Apparently, it was better for the environment.

Elliot made a lazy left turn at the intersection of the road and continued driving. Was he taking the long way back to the hotel?

"You missed the left turn," Ally said after Elliot crossed another intersection.

Elliot frowned, opened his mouth, then closed it. Ally waited for his response. He was silent for such a long time, they made two turns.

Ally watched as the sky turned dark, storm clouds hovered hesitatingly in the sky,

Ally blinked, feeling a wave of déjà vu wash over her. She sighed, placing a hand on her forehead and groaned silently. She gave Elliot a discreet side glance. "We're not going back to the hotel, are we?"

There was a pause.

"No?" Elliot said sheepishly. He slunk down in the driver's seat a little.

Ally's eyes widened. She glanced at their surroundings before back at him. "What?"

"No," Elliot said more firmly. Ally cocked an eyebrow at him, expecting an answer or an explanation of some sort. She looked at him expectantly.

"No?" Ally asked, her eyebrow still raised. Elliot kept his eyes on the road, but she could see his knuckles beginning to turn white. After a pregnant moment of silence, Ally sighed quietly. "Care to explain?"

"Nope," Elliot said. Although it was casual and meant as a joke, Ally felt frustrated.

"Elliot," she gave him a warning glance. Elliot laughed lightly before turning into the curb on a street that wasn't where the hotel was. Ally frowned and harrumphed, sliding down in her seat, refusing to take off her seatbelt.

Elliot got out of the car. "If you look to your right," he said, closing the door and cutting off the rest of his sentence. He opened the door for her on the passenger side. "You'll see that we've arrived at a party."

Ally furrowed her eyebrow, still refusing to sit up. As much as she liked Elliot, she really wasn't feeling a party right now.

"I... don't really think that's a good idea," Ally said regretfully. "You see, I have to study for this Chemistry test I have once I get back to Miami, and I still have an English paper to do, gotta buy a new green highlighte—"

Elliot rolled his eyes and gave her a playful grin. "Come on, Ally. This'll be fun. Besides, I know a few guys that'll hook us up with anything we wanna drink."

"I don't drink."

Elliot smiled patiently. "I mean like drink. Free water, juice, soda, milk— I mean if you're into drinking milk at the club, I'm cool with that," Elliot said, totally straight-faced, still holding his hand out to her.

Ally couldn't help but blush at the way he was smiling at her. And even considered letting her drink milk as an option in a club. "Fine," she grumbled sarcastically. She made it clear that she didn't want to be here, yet still got up. She grabbed his soft hands.

Ally thought about that for a second. Did he use hand moisturizer? His hands were extremely smooth and soft for a person who claimed to go mountain biking a lot.

Then again, he could have been wearing gloves while he rode his bike.

Elliot led the way into the club where the pounding music was already beginning to make Ally's body vibrate. She hummed in annoyance at the bright lights and the instantaneous smell of beer and sweat.

"Gross," she muttered as the smell of vomit washed over her from a nearby person who was, hail holy, throwing up. She wrinkled her nose.

Elliot led the way deeper into the club, passing by some people who he apparently knew, as he greeted them with grins and pats on the back. Ally mumbled greetings here and there but was still wary of going to another club.

Her experiences with clubs didn't end too well.

Elliot stopped at the counter of the bar. "Fernando!" He greeted a round, fat, bearded man enthusiastically.

The man turned around, sparing Ally from seeing his equally chubby behind. "Elliot! Bonjour!" Fernando said. His face was tomato red, and not because it was extremely hot in the club. Ally assumed he always looked sunburned.

Elliot chuckled as the man patted him affectionately, Ally assumed. "Fernando, this is Ally," Elliot said. The blue-eyed boy gestured to the fat, chubby man who, up close, Ally could see was very sweaty. She gulped nervously.

"Hi," Ally said shyly. Fernando smiled brightly.

"Ah! Hola chica!" Fernando grinned at her. Ally frowned. He greeted Elliot in French earlier, but then suddenly switched to Spanish. Odd, but interesting. Mostly odd.

Fernando walked over to her and shook her hand enthusiastically, grinning manically and surely dislocating her arm. All Ally could do was smile with her teeth clenched and try to keep her arm attached to her shoulder.

Elliot chuckled at the greeting. "Alright. Let's start with something light. Two... tequilas, please."

Fernando nodded his head and went straight to work, grabbing two tall glasses from somewhere under the counter. He then popped a new bottle of tequila and poured with excellent precision into the two glass cups, not spilling a single drop on the counter. Ally marvelled at his chubby arms.

"Enjoy!" Fernando said, making a gesture fancy chefs do when they serve their fine cuisine. Ally was certain Fernando was not Spanish or French, but Italian.

Elliot grabbed his drink and handed Ally's to her. "A toast," he said. "To us."

"I don't drink." Ally made a face at the tequila being handed to her. However, Elliot showed his insistence by shoving the glass into her hands. Ally mentally rolled her eyes but the quick annoyance melted as soon as she saw the smile Elliot had flashed her. Her next breath was a hard one.

"C'mon Ally, live a little," Elliot laughed. Ally blinked.

C'mon Know-It-Ally, live a little.

She shook her head. No. Get out.

The last time she listened to that holy line, she lost her dignity, her book, and her favourite green gel pen.

Although, looking back, she did end up giving her number to a random guy who turned out to be one of the sweetest people on the planet. And she figured out that Austin was a big fat jerk. And that she could survive seven hours in heels.

Ally drank the entire glass of tequila in two big gulps.

"Woah, slow down. It's a toast, not an entire loaf of bread," Elliot laughed. Ally nearly sent her tequila flying from her mouth.

"That is the funniest thing I have ever heard in my life," she said. Ally slapped her knee, doubling over and laughing. She laughed until there were tears in the corner of her eyes. She wiped them with the back of her hand.

As Elliot hollered at Fernando for another glass of 'higher maintenance liquid,' Ally recovered from her sudden outburst of energy. Only to spot an unmistakeable flash of blond hair out of the corner of her eye. She forgot to breathe.

Alas, Austin Moon was in her presence.

Ally's heartbeat picked up when she saw the back of his head. She'd later admit that she ran her hands through his thick, silky hair in her dreams more than once. Ally wondered if it felt as good in reality as in her dreams.

Snap out of it.

Austin was wearing a denim shirt with his signature black jeans. He didn't have his black snapback on, which was probably the exact reason why Ally spotted his messy, hay-coloured hair so fast.

He was also with another brunette chick.

Ally narrowed her eyes. Her heartbeat picked up at once, but for a different reason this time. She felt her blood boiling, her palms beginning to sweat. Ally clenched her hand around the tall wine glass to keep from punching the counter.

She looked away, but her head snapped back towards his direction.

Ally watched as Austin whispered something to the brown-haired female standing beside him. The first extremely noticeable feature was that the brunette was extremely curvaceous. On top of that, she was pretty and tall and brunette. Hard to compete with light brown, flowing locks like that. Of course Ally had brown hair, but it wasn't as noticeable as hers.

She wore something not-so hateable, so Ally couldn't find a flaw there, but it was probably an extremely explicit and aggravating in the eyes of a male.

The girl giggled and in turn, put her mouth near his ear to whisper something back. Austin grinned that boyish grin of his, showing his two sweet dimples. He flashed the brunette a smile.

Ally watched as he did that thing where he leaned into your personal comfort zone, but you didn't find it aggravating because it was exhilarating. He sure was giving that brunette his full attention.

Ally felt an ache in her chest. She turned back around to avoid anymore emotions from catching her off guard. "Hey Elliot—"

Elliot was nowhere in sight.

Ally let out a groan. "What's with the bringing me to parties and then ditching me?" She mumbled under her breath. Ally was still fairly keen and aware of her surroundings, as the only drink she had was a small tequila.

However, the higher maintenance liquid meant for her sat untouched on the table. Ally eyed it carefully.

Ally scanned the room for Elliot, finding him stalking towards her from the corner of her eye.

He sure liked taking his time.

Elliot's pace was slow and steady. He literally was sashaying over to her at a leisurely pace. Ally watched his usually, quick and empowering steps turn into slow drags of the foot and easy arms swinging at his side.

"Heeeeey Ally," Elliot said, hiccupping at the end of his sentence. She knew what that meant all too well.

Ally sighed. "How many drinks did you have?"

Elliot shrugged a shoulder. The gesture looked so innocent coming from him. "Mmm'bout six er seven," Elliot mumbled, counting them off on his fingers. He had eight fingers up.

"Right," Ally said.

Elliot sidled up to her on one of the stools. Ally had already taken a seat after her drink, for a fear of wandering off.

Since she wasn't paying attention, Ally nearly jumped out of her seat when it happened. Elliot had put his hand on her bare knee and was slowly rubbing up and down the expanse of her skin.

He's never ever done that before.

Ally felt tingly and a little nervous but her mind was also screaming finally. Ally tried to act like it was no big deal, but alas, it was a big deal. She kept the wine glass by her lips for a quick excuse not to burst into a great big smile. Her heart hammered wildly inside her chest.

Elliot's hand slowly traveled up to her thigh. He was getting dangerously close to the hem of her dress. Ally felt a little exposed when his hand brushed the end of her dress.

"Elliot."

"Allllllly."

Elliot's hand slipped under her dress.

Ally stood up abruptly. "You know what? I really need to go to the bathroom. Would you excuse me for just a secon—"

"I'll c-come with you," Elliot said, standing up behind her. Ally blinked.

"No it's fine. It's the woman's washroom anyway, I don't think you can go in there now," she laughed, pointing to the washroom behind her shoulder. "Won't be long now."

"No seriously, I'll come with you."

"Why? Do you need to pee?"

Elliot blinked. Then he started laughing. "You said— you said pee," he laughed out loud. He doubled over, clutching his stomach and shut his eyes. Ally was confused.

"I'll be back," she decided to say. Elliot probably didn't hear her, which was a good thing.

Ally scrambled to the bathroom, feeling a little rattled at Elliot's sudden actions. She brushed past some ladies talking about the achievements of their kids. They were always trying to one-up each other.

Ally didn't really have to go to the washroom. She just needed to get away for a while.

Ally stayed in the washroom, eavesdropping on the mom's conversations before almost chuckling at the expense of an accident one of the kids had.

Poor Johnny.

She stepped out of the washroom after washing her hands twice, only to come face to face with Elliot.

"Where'd you go?" He asked in a low voice. He seemed to compose himself after laughing over the fact that she said she needed to urinate.

"I thought I told you I had to go to the washroom," she said. Elliot seemed to remember that in his haze of alcohol.

"Oh yeah," he said, cheering up. His eyes were hazy. "Come on! I want to go dance. Surely you know how to dance? Eh, who cares. It'll be that much more fun if you don't!" Elliot said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor.

Ally had no time to protest as Elliot yanked so hard on her arm she tripped over a pair of feet and landed flat on her butt. Elliot seemed confused for a second before he spotted her rubbing her tush on the ground.

"Ow," Ally grumbled. Elliot blinked before he held his hand out to her. Ally was about to grab it but he yanked it back.

"Sike!" He laughed, slapping his knee. Ally grumbled.

Elliot plus alcohol equals a bastard.

Add that formula to the physics book.

Ally got up on her own accord and was locked in the middle of a pact of drunk, sweaty, dancing people. It was gross and she was suddenly overcome with a realization.

She left her purse in the washroom.

Making a bee-line for the bathroom, Ally slipped under the raised arms of a few people and dashed in her black flats to the washroom. Luckily, her purse was on the counter right where she left it, still with all the content inside.

"Bless," Ally mumbled gratefully. She grabbed her purse and checked once more for everything. She made her way out the door, still nose deep in her purse.

"Why are ya always runnin' off —ike that?" Elliot asked as she ran smack into him. "We came here to have fun didn't we?"

Ally rubbed her forehead. "I didn't really want to go."

Elliot apparently didn't hear her. "Lezz get back to dancin'!" Again, Elliot grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the dance floor. This time Ally was prepared to be led away.

Elliot began to do a little jig on the dance floor. The floor cleared suddenly for Elliot to dance. Ally watched in awe as Elliot switched from foot to foot and doing all these random gestures that mingle so well together.

Ally stood in the crowd and cheered with them as Elliot danced his little heart out.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ally spotted the head of messy blond hair make his way through the crowd. She bit her lip as he suddenly swivelled around, but then proceeded on doing whatever he was doing.

Which was apparently bringing the drinks in his hands to the brunette sitting on one of the higher stools. Her legs literally shone in the dim lights of the club.

The roar of the crowd snapped her out of her daze. Elliot got up off the ground and brushed off his jeans as if it were no big deal.

"Well, what was that?" Ally asked when Elliot finished and the cheering had died down.

"It's called havin' fun!" Elliot laughed. He was a lot better as a drunk than a certain someone Ally knew. "You wanna get 'nother drink?"

Ally shook her head immediately. "No thank—" Elliot grabbed her hand and hauled her away to the counter. Ally stumbled over her foot but luckily regained her balance quickly.

She sighed as Elliot hauled her to the bar. Something mentally hit her just then. Elliot had been a lot more touchy with her in the past half hour. Come to think of it, he's never really touched her in any way other than maybe holding her hand, but even then it was only for a little while.

Fernando was nowhere in sight. Elliot sat on one of the stools and Ally did the same, sitting on the opposing stool.

Her phone buzzed.

heyyyy

hey dan, how are you?

i'm good, how are you a?

Ally assumed A was for the first letter of her name. Or maybe he just meant aye. He was after all, Canadian.

i'm great, thanks for asking

"Who're you texting?" Elliot asked. Although with his slur it sounded as if he said whore you texin'.

Ally blinked. "No one," she said sheepishly. She remembered Austin's words playing in the back of her head. You're on a date with Elliot but you're texting Dan?

"Really?" Elliot asked, squinting his eyes at her. He somehow poured himself a glass of red wine. Or, Ally assumed it was red wine. It looked a little funky near the top.

"Really," Ally confirmed. She shoved her phone back into her purse.

There was a pregnant pause. As Ally let her eyes wander the club, she felt Elliot's hand hover over her bare thigh again. Then it made contact with her skin. Ally let out a deep breath.

"So," she tried starting up a conversation but Elliot seemed to have different intentions.

His hand traveled from its position to her thigh over her dress. It slowly hovered for a bit before it came to a stop on her shoulder. Elliot was gazing right into her eyes. Ally swallowed.

"You know, you look really pretty in that teal dress," Elliot said in a low voice. "It's a shame you got this sweater on. It's covering up that lovely bodice."

Who uses the word bodice?

"Maybe you should... take it off," Elliot said. Apparently, his slur had disappeared. And so had Ally's lungs because she just couldn't breathe.

Ally furrowed her eyebrow, only slightly. Elliot's hand trailed down her shoulder, hooking the collar of her sweater in his hand. Ally gasped as his hand touched her shoulder right where the dress and the collar ended.

Suddenly, a very drunk looking Fernando appeared at their side. He was stumbling and crashing about; his stomach doing so much damage. Ally nearly fell off her seat as he stumbled right into her. "Oy vey!" He exclaimed as the drink in his hand went splat against her sweater.

Ally stood up immediately. The content of the drink— she believed it was whiskey— dripped from her sweater to her dress. It nearly made it to her leg if she didn't wipe it away with the front of her hand, smudging her dress.

"Mademoiselle, forgive me," Fernando wailed. He then proceeded to refill his glass that was on the floor with vodka.

"We better get that cleaned up," Elliot said. Nothing in his voice changed. It didn't sound concerned nor did it sound sympathetic. It sounded toneless.

Elliot grabbed her hand before she could protest and led her away to the washroom. Ally was still staring dismayed at her wet sweater and equally soaked flare of her dress.

Before they reached the washrooms, Elliot suddenly swivelled around, grabbed her by the waist and had her pinned against the wall between the women's washroom and the men's washroom. Ally yelped.

"Ellio—"

"You know, I've been waiting for this moment for a really long time," Elliot said. His breath hit her in the face. Ally gulped. "Kinda planned this for yesterday but then your buddy interfered with that."

Ally could hear her heartbeat thumping in her chest. It rang so loud in her ears. "Wha-what do you mean?"

"Ally, ally, ally," Elliot shook his head at her. His hand travelled from the front of her waist, to the back. Ally yelped as his hand gave her ass a squeeze. Her eyes widened. He said no more but then his eyes travelled from hers to her sweater. His voice was so low she barely heard it. "We should take this off, before-before you get a cold."

Ally fought his hands groping at the hem of her sweater. "No, no! I think. I think it's fine. I-we— You should bring me back to the hotel, fast! So I can change."

"Change?" Elliot asked in his still-water voice. "Why would you want to do that when you could just take off this wet sweater?" He asked, still playing with the hem of her sweater. Ally took a deep breath.

She shut her eyes. "I think-I think I'm okay."

"Come on, you wouldn't want to get sick now, would you?" Elliot asked, his voice suddenly soft and mellow. With her eyes shut, she could imagine the comfort in taking off her cold sweater and putting on something else. Maybe he'd offer her his jacket? Or maybe—

Ally's body suddenly felt really cold.

Elliot had taken off her sweater.

"Oh my, it looks like the bottom of your dress got soaked too," Elliot said. His grip on her waist had become deadly. "Wouldn't want to get cold now, would you?"

"I'm not taking off my dress," Ally squeaked out. Elliot didn't hear her. His hand went from her waist to her thigh. He lifted the back of her leg up and hooked it under his arm.

"You've got such long legs for someone who's only five two," Elliot said in a low voice. His hand began to travel up her leg, slipping under the hem of her dress. "And I think I was right when I said the bodice of this dress is simply great." Elliot let his hand hover over her breast before he decided to let it drop. Ally couldn't breathe.

With her back against the wall and her body crushed under Elliot Ally could do nothing but watch as his face inch closer and closer...

Ally stopped fighting and let her mind wander. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? I mean. It's Elliot. It's the man of your dreams.

Suddenly, Elliot's eyes flew open and a wicked grin rested on his face. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into a little alcove at the back of the hallway with the washrooms. If Ally wasn't rattled before, she sure was now. She understood what everything all lead to.

Ally didn't have time to think before Elliot suddenly slammed her back against the wall and his mouth went to her collar. Ally let out a screech of surprise.

"When I get this fucking dress off," she heard him mutter against her neck. Elliot's hand ran from her waist to her thighs. He groped at the hem of her whiskey-splashed dress and slowly lifted it up until—

"You'll do no fucking thing," a voice rang out of the blue. Suddenly, the weight of Elliot over her shifted to the left, then disappeared completely. Ally gasped as she suddenly felt her breakfast come back up.

Elliot groaned, clutching his stomach. Ally snapped her head from side to side. "Well if it isn't Austin Moon."

Ally rubbed her eyes to see if it were true.

Alas, Austin Moon was in her presence.

He had a fist clenched. One hand worked at rolling the sleeve of his denim shirt up to his elbow. He looked angry, his wild hair only adding to her assumption. "Elliot, you asshole," Austin grumbled, shaking out his hand as if it hurt. "I thought you would've learned by now."

"That you're a fucking dick?" He spat back. Elliot stopped clutching his stomach and stood upright. He took three steps, the few that he needed to get to be face to face with Austin.

There was a short pause. Ally could count how many times her heart thumped in that moment.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven—

"That you're a fucking dick," Austin grumbled. Then he threw a fist at Elliot's face.

Shit.

Elliot groaned, cradling the side of his face that made contact with Austin's fist. "Once upon a time you were just as bad, don't you agree?" He smirked. Elliot wound up his own fist and threw it at Austin.

Austin luckily dogged just in time. "Come on, don't be like that," Austin pouted. "The past is in the past. The present is now." With that, Austin took Elliot to the ground. Elliot flailed a bit before hitting the floor.

Austin got in an easy three punches before he slammed his fist into Elliot's nose so hard Ally was sure she heard a crack. However, the tides decided to turn. Apparently both Elliot and Austin knew how to do the two-move ninja flip.

Elliot slammed Austin's head against the floor. The blond groaned. "You think you're so good at everything, don't you? Interfering with business—"

"—This isn't something you can just cross off on your to-do list, Ell-idiot," Austin groaned. "Have you told Ally exactly why you're in Canada and not in Florida? I'm sure she'd love to know," Austin gritted his teeth as Elliot hit him in the gut.

"Love to know what?" Ally squeaked when she heard her name. However, the two quarrelling guys paid no attention to her.

"You can shut up about that," Elliot hissed. Austin grumbled and rolled his eyes. He sent his fist flying into Elliot's face again. "Fuck you, Austin."

"She was about to," Austin muttered, struggling to breathe now. He sent a flailing arm right into Elliot's face.

"Damn you, Austin. Why can't you just butt out of my business?" Elliot had a hand around his throat. Austin wheezed. The blond sent his knee flying and smashed it right into Elliot's stomach.

Ally looked away.

"Fuck me," Elliot wheezed, stumbling and clutching his stomach.

Austin laughed, thought it sounded strained. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "She wasn't even going to if you paid her, asshole."

Ally was having trouble comprehending everything that was going on. Who's she? And-and what secret was Elliot keeping? Why was he in Canada? Why did he move away anyway? He had a scholarship to-to—

A crash snapped Ally out of her thoughts. Ally jumped to avoid being taken down my a mass of squabbling movement. However, she just hopped into the direct path of the bulldozer. She yelped as Elliot crashed into her legs, taking her down to the floor.

Ally groaned. Her head spun, she felt extremely cold and confused. She wasn't sure if she wanted to scream, cry, laugh or just curl up into a ball and wake up somewhere else.

What the fuck was going on?

"Here, let me help you up." A hand grabbed her waist gently and hauled her up from the ground. But suddenly, the wind was knocked out of her lungs when she hit the ground again. Ally muttered a curse.

"Don't you dare lay a fucking finger on her," Austin spat. Ally was too dizzy and out of it she could barely see. "I swear to God—"

There was a loud crash.

She couldn't imagine what could have possibly created a noise like that. She looked around, blinking away the blurriness in her eyes. Everything had a fuzzy look to it, the edges swirling in her vision.

And suddenly, she was being helped up again. But this time, with more urgent hands that had a better sense of where they were going. "Let's get outta here," a rough voice whispered in her ear.

Ally's knees couldn't cooperate with the wishes of her mind. They buckled underneath her. She would've collided with the floor again if it weren't for a pair of strong arms keeping her up. "Are you okay?" A concerned voice asked.

She didn't answer. Ally turned around slowly. Maybe God was real.

Or maybe he was a brown-eyed little he-devil dressed in a denim shirt.

As Ally floated out of consciousness and into unconsciousness, she started to think maybe the man of her dreams was blond.

If you didn't get it, it's ironic because Elliot danced a jig.

bUT ANYWAY. WHat just HAPPENED? (OfcourseIknowwhat'sgoingonbutyoudon'tsohahahahAHa) Things are going down guys. A lotta things. Everything will soon be revealed though, so just stick around. ;) ;)

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tomorrow for sure