Bad Luck and Bad Boys

Reunions can either make your heart beat faster or make you regret all the time you spent together. There's only one way to find out which one you feel, and that's for the reunion to actually happen…

Chapter 25

Knock Knock!

I open my eyes slowly. Ugh, I knew exactly who it was at the door, but I didn't want to answer it. But still, I'm his friend, so I had to.

"Hey Ally" he says with a smile, his white shirt neatly pressed, his black tie straight, his jeans creaseless. His brown shaggy hair combed perfectly.

"Hey Dallas" I say tiredly, rubbing my eyes. He closes the door and we both walk into the living room where I collapse on the couch.

"You know, most girls tend to wear a dress under their robes, but I guess they will do" he says signalling towards my dark blue pyjamas.

"I'm not going to be wearing those damn robes" I sigh, closing my eyes, pretending to go back to sleep.

"Come on Ally. You have to go to graduation!" I've heard this speech many times over the past few weeks, so I know exactly how to counteract it.

"No I don't. 1. You know I think graduation is really overrated. 2. No, I don't have to go to make my parents proud, because they wont be here. If they cared so much about me graduating, then they would have been brave enough to be in the same room as each other for an hour, but there not coming! 3. Yes, I know you want me to come to an after party, but you know I'm not one for parties, so that's not happening. I don't see the point in going, so I'm not."

"Is this just because you've been asked to sing that song you made for your music finals?"

"No, I'm not scared, I just don't want to go" I sigh, knowing he probably had some plan up his sleeve, he usually did.

"Ok… hang on…" he says before rushing out the door, appearing seconds later…. With Trish…. I'm screwed.

"Allyson Dawson! You are coming to graduation even if I have to make you"

"Where the hell did you come from? Did you teleport here?"

"No, Dallas picked me up because he knew you were going to try and avoid coming today, and he knows how good I am at making…. Persuading you to go somewhere." she says with her evil Trish smile I had seen many times before.

Before I know it, I'm showered, my hair and make up is done, I'm wearing a dark blue dress, 2 underskirts make the skirt of the dress flow out just a bit and the top of the dress is covered in dark blue sequins. My shoes are plain black heels, making me tower over Trish and almost the same height as Dallas. A bright red robe hung like a cape and the red cap was on my head. I was happy with how I looked, but not with where I was going.


"Trish De la Rosa!" says our principal as Trish rushes up to him on the stage. She's handed her diploma and shakes his hand before others names are called out.

"Dallas Centineo!" even though I knew his really last name, this was always his name to everyone else. He gets his diploma, shakes his hand and rushes back to his seat next to me. Me next…

"Allyson Dawson" and I get up. I fake a smile. I get my diploma. I shake his now extremely sweaty hand, and I sit down. Like I said. Totally overrated.

As soon as everyone's names have been called, they call Dallas up to the microphone.

"As all of you know, our class lost someone 2 years ago. His name was Austin Moon" that was the first time I've heard someone say his name in almost 2 years. God I had missed him more then he would ever know. People told me I should get counselling, they told me I didn't have to deal with death alone, but I wasn't dealing with death, I was dealing with 2 pathetic teenage boys who thought they were the hardest people in the world and who had faked his death to try and get him away from me. After I refused to get counselling, people just stopped talking about him, I thought they had just forgotten.

"I was a good friend of his, and he was as brave as anything, ridiculously stupid at times, but still brave. He died in a race, where his car swerved off the road. We've missed him greatly, but we know he's in a better place" Dallas said, faking his tears to make it more realistic. I didn't cry, I found it wired to look around at over half our class crying there eyes out over a guy they had said many times, they didn't know, or they hated.

"R.I.P Austin Moon" the principal said, making everyone do a moment of silence in his memory. "But here to bring a happier tone and perform her song which got her the highest mark for music in Marino High history, here's Allyson Dawson!" he says, making people clap and cheer as I walk over to another microphone set up near the school band.

"Chasing the beat of my heart

Been counting every second of the day

I'm dying to be seeing your face

Wishing you were at the door

Cant take another minute more

Someway and somehow

I'm through anticipating

Oh

Right here and right now

Its true, instead of waiting

Oh

I'm going home and I'm coming to you

Chasing the beat of my heart

Heading for all that I knew

Chasing the beat of my heart

Oh whoa

You and I

Oh whoa

Together again

Oh whoa

You and I

Chasing the beat of my heart

So can you hear it?

c-can you hear it?

Its beating out of me

Oh, oh, oh

Can you hear it? Hey

Hey can you hear it?

That's where I wanna be

Oh Whoa

You and I

Together again

Oh Whoa

You and I

Chasing the beat of my heart"

And everyone cheers again.


"Are you sure you don't want to come to the after party? Its supposed to be really fun" Trish says, trying to make one final attempt and convincing me to come.

"No, I'm sure. I'm just going to go home"

"I'll give you a lift if you want" Dallas interrupts.

"Its fine, you go to the party, I know you really want to go. I'll just get a cab"

"Only if your sure"

"I'm sure. Go, honestly, go to the party. Have fun" I smile at them. They both smile back, saying goodbye, they walk over to Dallas car and drive away.

As I walk outside of the school, grabbing my phone out of my purse to call a cab, one pull up right in front of me. Wired… but lucky I guess. In the front is a guy, his black hoodie pulled over his head so I cant see his face, but still I climb in the back, a cab is a cab.

"Hey" I say, but no reply. I tell him my address and without a word he drives. I could tell that this was going to be a silent cab ride, and maybe that wasn't really such a bad thing, I would get home fast, go to bed and waste another day doing nothi… this isn't the way home…

"Um, excuse me driver, my house was down the other road, you've gone the wrong way" I say, but he doesn't say anything, he just keeps driving in the wrong direction. I tell him again, but still he ignores me. Soon we start to enter an area in the woods, and this is when I start to get really worried.

"Let me out of the cab" I say, I would rather walk all the way home then stay with this creepy cab driver anymore. "I'm serious! I'll call the police if you don't let me out right now!" I shout as the cab pulls to a stop in the woods that looked really familiar. This was close to the bench where Austin found me after being in hiding for a few weeks. But I couldn't concentrate on that right now. I had to get away from this creep. I pull on the door handle but its locked.

"Please let me out" I say, starting to get scared of what the driver would do next.

"Ally, its fine, don't be scared" says the driver, his voice deep, but familiar.

"Do I know you?" I ask, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice but it didn't work.

"Don't you remember me?" he says.

"I think it would help a lot better if I could see your face" so he looks through the gaps in the seats and pulls down his hood, blond shaggy hair falling out.

"A…Austin" I stutter, he smiles as I say his name, unlocking his door he climbs out and climbs into the back with me. His hands stroke my face gently as tears fall down my face.

"Its…Its really you" I cry, pulling his lips to mine, I get the same fireworks I experienced 2 years ago.

"God I've missed you" he whispers against my lips, one hand running through my hair as the other grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly, assuring me that this was all real.