I have read through every single submission, and I like many of the characters. The winners will be announced next chapter, but if your name isn't called, there is still a possibility of your character entering the story, but just in a more minor role. Anyways, the song Ally sings is Talyor Swift's Sparks Fly but slightly altered. I really hope you guys like this chapter because all I want to do is make you happy :D
I walked towards the school, the sky a steel blue color, perfumed white flowers lining the front of the school gate. I walked into the doors, the strawberry air freshener swirling into my nose, the chirp of birds muffled by the walls of the school. I walked to my locker humming a song I had written last night before drifting to sleep. On the gray metal, scrawled in heavy red ink, was the word HOMEWRECKER. I bit my lip and swallowed, pulling at the ends of my hair. I would have to scrub it off later. Maybe I deserved it. I should have stopped Austin from kissing me, pushed him away sooner, but I was too focused on his lips, too desperate for his touch.
The rest of the day passed quickly, apart from my classes with Austin. I felt as if a rope connected us, tugging on my skin to get closer to him until refusing was almost painful. I wanted to take a knife and saw off the fraying rope, even though I knew it would hurt, like cutting off my own arm or leg. I thought back to my dream last night. I dreamt of someone shredding Austin's heart like red construction paper. I hated the girl, in her obnoxious yellow dress, with her dark hair and too pale-skin. I noticed that she liked to waste herself away, or at least liked to think she was wasting herself, that she had more potential then what she was reaching. Then the image un-blurred and I realized that it was me before I was swept away by an electric pink dust storm and turned into a thin woman made of dollar bills. I shyly glanced up at Austin again, the air crackling between us as the teacher drawled on and on about parallelograms. The yellow sun glinted off his tousled, dark golden hair. His eyes were a pale brown, like splinters of white sunlight and maple syrup blended together. There was something childlike in his eyes, someone who needed to be protected and taken care of. But something else surged in the waters of his eyes, billowing with a darkness, a sense that one should never love him, that he makes hearts fall to fast, shattering them like china. He had the face of an angel, coaxing you towards him, but somehow more magnetic then someone pure could be, charismatic as the devil with his perfection. I tried to pull my head out of the now saffron-colored sky outside, away from the warped fantasies of ropes and devils and angels and hearts shattered like blue and white china. You will never have him. He is not yours to dream of. I looked away from him, my eyes glistening with tears. I felt as if the kiss was still feverish on my lips, and I had the desperate urge to tear off my mouth, watch the plump red lips flop on the pea-green plastic flooring like a dying fish out of water. I tore my eyes away from him and to the chalkboard. The minutes passed slowly, but finally the bell rung and I ran to the small music room in the back of the school, my fingers itching to pour out my emotions on the piano. I sat down in front of the worn wooden piano, painted with tiny blue flowers and began to sing the song I had wrote last night, the notes piercing the still, empty air, just the right amount of off and crunchy to sound gorgeous.
The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless
That should send me runnin'
But I kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something,
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.
And lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.
Drop everything now,
Meet me in the pouring rain,
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.
Get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
And the sparks fly...
Oh, baby, smile...
And the sparks fly...
I look up to see Austin standing in the doorway, his muscled arms crossed over his chest, staring at me with those dark eyes through his mop of blonde hair. He's wearing his brown leather jacket over the army green t-shirt. My eyes can't help but trace his very defined six pack through his shirt, my cheeks red. I cannot believe he just heard that. He knows its about him.
"I'm sorry for telling you to stay away from me Ally. Its just hard to control myself when I'm around you, to not reach for you, to not want you." Hearing that he wanted me sent hot pulses through my body but I tried my best to ignore them, instead focusing on the task of chipping the pineapple-yellow nail polish off my nail.
"Will you forgive me?" I imagined the rope. I had the knife in my hand, and I had the choice of either chucking it away or breaking us apart, the frayed strings finally tearing.
"No. Your right. We should stay away from each other. I don't want to be called a home wrecker again." The knife sliced through as if the rope was butter.
"Who called you a home wrecker, Ally?" Austin said, his eyes darkening.
"No one."
"Ally, I won't let you leave this room until you tell me."
"You know what, Austin? That's the first thing on the list. Stop trying to protect me. I already told you, I'm not helpless. Were staying away from each other, remember? I'm not going to talk to you anymore, and your not going to talk to me. This is the right thing to do. The right thing. You have a baby on the way." I felt as if I was trying to convince myself.
"I don't care if you want me to stay away from you Ally. I'll always be here, I'm not letting go of you." The air was stilled now, no longer shivering with the remainders of notes.
"Well I'm letting go of you." And with that I walked out of the music room feeling as if I had plucked my heart out of Austin's hands. But now I had nowhere to put it; pulsing in my trembling hands, as tears cascaded down my cheeks.
I walked home, managing to dry my eyes before groping through the long, pale grass in my front yard to the door. This day cannot get any worse. At least now I know I've hit the absolute bottom. Perhaps I can gain comfort in the fact that nothing bad can happen that would bother me compared to this. I opened the door to the house to be greeted by my dad, his features contorted in anger. It was then that my eyes landed on the empty beer bottle in his sweaty hands that he was waving in front of me as if it was evidence for a murder case. It was the same one I had played spin the bottle with Austin that fateful night of the party. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" He said, so angry it looked as if smoke was lifting off his skin.
And with that I was proved wrong, because things were about to get much, much worse.