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Holy shit.
Austin walked down the hallway, ignoring everyone's stares.
Ally watched the blonde walk past them, his head held high.
"Okay, this is new," Trish muttered, "What the hell happened?"
"Mimi," Dez replied, "It has to be her."
"Well, whatever it is, we need to talk to him," Kira said, "We need answers."
"What if he doesn't want to talk to us?" Ally asked, causing everyone to look at her.
Dez crossed his arms, glaring at the brunette.
"Actually, he doesn't want to talk to you," he remarked, causing the other teen to growl.
"Shut the hell up," she hissed.
"You know I'm right," Dez replied, "Maybe if you weren't such a bitch, Austin would still want to talk to you."
With that, the redhead walked away leaving a very pissed Ally behind.
"He's so fucking annoying!" she yelled, punching a locker.
Kira bit her lip, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.
"He's not wrong."
Ally glared at her sister before walking away, clenching her fists tightly. Kira was about to go after her, but Trish grabbed her arm.
"Let her go chica," the Latino sighed, "She needs to cool off."
The taller teen silently nodded in agreement, leaning against the lockers.
Life sucks.
A & A
Dez walked into the bathroom, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
He placed his backpack near the sink before looking at himself in the mirror.
The redhead hates fighting.
Ally just gets him so mad sometimes, he can't control himself!
The teen sighed, splashing his face with water.
Maybe he should apologize to Ally...
He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard a noise come from one of the stalls.
Dez furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, turning around.
Did someone else come in?
After a while, he heard soft cries come from the stall, causing the redhead to frown.
"Hello?" he asked, "Are you okay in there?"
The cries stopped, causing Dez to sigh.
Maybe he should leave.
The kid probably wants privacy.
The teen picked up his backpack before leaving the bathroom.
As soon as he left, a familiar blonde boy came out of the stall, tears falling down his face.
A & A
Trish walked out of the nurses office, holding an ice pack to her head.
Stupid soccer.
Stupid freshman.
Stupid everything.
That's the last time she's going to be goalie.
She turned into the next hallway, freezing in her steps when she saw Mimi with the principle. The Latino hid in the corner, glaring as Mimi gave a fake smile.
"Thank you so much Ms. Richards," the blonde said, "Austin will be very happy when I tell him."
"I'm sure he will," the principle replied, "I'm just happy he has a mom who would do this for him. He's very lucky."
Trish furrowed her eyebrows, leaning against the wall.
What the hell did Mimi do?
A & A
Austin closed his locker, jumping slightly when he saw Ally. She looked him up and down, suspicion in her eyes.
"Alright blondie, what the hell happened? Did Mimi say something to you?" the brunette demanded.
The smaller teen turned around, completely ignoring her. Ally growled, walking in front of him.
"Answer the damn question," she hissed.
"Why should I?" Austin snapped, shocking the taller teen.
"Look blondie, I know you're mad-"
"Yes, I am," the other teen hissed, "I don't want an apology from you."
Ally crossed her arms, glaring at Austin.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled, "I'm trying to fix things!"
"What's the point?!" the blonde shot back, "You're just going to hurt me again!"
Ally growled, looking away.
"Fine," she hissed, "Be that way you stubborn ass bitch. I don't have time for this bullshit."
The brunette walked away, ignoring the sound of her heart breaking in two.
Huh.
I guess she does have a heart after all...