Hey, I hope anyone reading this likes this story, even though I have been a silent reader for a while :). I just hope you all like this story so ya, enjoy the story….(apology in advance for any of my wideness or awkwardness at time from this point on till any given moment in the future -_-) I know, I originally wrote a few chapters in this story, but have decided to re-write it since I wasn't sure where the story was even going. Anyway I hope you like this story and comment please if I should continue of just throw in the towel, thanks I would really appreciate that!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally, but I hope you enjoy the story
Ally's P.O.V.
I began to panic. "Trish have you seen my diary?" Never in my life have I ever hoped with all my heart that my best friend had seen it lying around somewhere and decided to protect it for me. That is not too much to ask, right?
"What?" She said clearly confused.
"My diary has vanished. It is missing. I cannot seem to find it and if you can not tell, I am freaking out!" I started chewing the ends of my hair; a nervous habit I never grew out of. You know that scene in movies where the earth gets blown up into a million pieces? That's practically what would happen to me if someone other then Trish, the janitor, teacher or me found my leather bound diary.
"No really? I thought you were cool as a pickle." Her sarcasm was not the least bit appreciated at that catastrophic moment. Though pickles did taste good. Ally focus I have to retrieve my precious diary.
"Look I have to find that diary before someone reads it or else…" I don't want to even think what could happen. That diary contains all my personal thoughts. If someone were to read it things would get really bad. Oh no that diary must be found ASAP!
"Ally! Ally! Snap out of it." Trish said trying to get me out of my daze.
"I have to find that book." I said still imaging all the bad things that would happen if someone found that diary. My high school life would be over in an instance.
"Look, did you try retracing your steps?" I was still panicking. "Also I recommend you take a deep breath. You look like you are just about ready to pass out." Trish informed me.
"I already checked the library, cafeteria, science lab, Spanish classroom, and even the front office." I searched all those places high and low. There was not a single a trace of my diary.
"Did you check your locker?"
"Yes."
"By the big oak tree near the basketball court?"
"Obviously!"
"The infirmary."
I dawned on me that was the one place I did not actually check. I completely forgot I went to the infirmary earlier today. "No! I have to go Trish. I'll meet by your car in less then 10 minutes I promise." I ran as fast as I could in my black high tops to the infirmary; hoping my book would still be there untouched and unread.
I checked under the bed where students would go if they were not feeling too well or they just faked cramps to get out of P.E. like me. "Dang it it's not here. Uh where could it be?" I said thinking out loud.
"Are you looking for this?" I turned around and noticed my leather bounded book in an unfamiliar, tall, blond stranger's hand.
I was about to jump for joy. It was found and luckily not by Gavin or anyone that would like to humiliate me. "Yes thanks so much-" I said getting ready to retrieve my book from his pale hand, but unfortunately I was unable too.
The stranger gained a malicious grin on his face. That type of grin was never ever a sign of positivity. He began to get closer to me. "Not so fast. Don't I deserve some reward for finding this little book of yours?" He said still walking closer and closer to me until my back hit the wall the brick wall.
"I am forever grateful to you?" I did not really know what to say, much less what he wanted to hear. Thank yous always seem to go a long way so I just went with that. I was in an awkward position since he was way too close to me. He was invading my personal space.
"See but I feel as if I want something else." He said placing both of his hands on the wall, which forced me to be trapped and unable to escape.
"I don't have much money." All the money I earned at my part time job was going toward my collage tuition and a new piano for my practice room.
A small chuckle escaped his lips. "Please I don't need any of your money. I have plenty trust me. But I think there are other ways for you to earn your journal." What the heck was he talking about? He stared at me up and down that led me to feeling uncomfortable. There was a moment of silence till he inched close to my ear. "Become my personal maid." He whispered.
I could feel blood rushing rapidly toward my cheeks. "In your dreams. You know what, just keep my journal." It really was not worth dealing with this guy. I tried to go under his arms but with how my luck has been going I was unsuccessful.
"Okay I guess you won't mind Mr. hunky, hunk, Gavin, and the whole entire student body finding out about your precious little romantic thoughts on him and all your other juicy secrets." He knew he had something over my head. Something to use against me and I hated it.
"Are you blackmailing me?" I asked.
"Blackmailing is such a harsh word. I prefer to call it giving you an alternative option instead of embarrassing you. Think of it as giving you options. It's only because I am such a nice guy." Who considers blackmailing nice? In my eyes it was blackmailing. He was just re-wording the definition to make himself feel better.
"Look is there not anything else you would want?" I did not want to be someone's form of personal entertainment. Why couldn't he ask for a lollipop, or a sparkly pink pencil?
"No, but the choice is really up to you. Having all your little secrets reveled or be my personal maid."
I had to make a choice, even if I hated being in this position. I just stared at him while he stared right back at me waiting for my answer. This continued for what felt like hours though it was less then a minute. I had finally made a choice. One I definitely would regret. "Fine I'll be your personal maid, just please give me back my diary back." My hands were clasped together as I begged and bowed my head.
"I don't think so. I'm keeping this for insurance purposes." He said with a smirk still on his face.
Why couldn't he just like be like a good guy and just return my precious diary without wanting something in return. "How long am I going to have to be your assistant?" I asked unwillingly.
"Correction, personal maid." He corrected me. As if being considered a maid was any bit better.
"Is there really much of a difference?" In my eyes the only difference were the uniforms and name and well I guess also sometime the wages. Okay maybe there were a few differences here and there.
Being a maid or assistant; whatever you want to call it would not be a problem if it were to someone else and if I already didn't have enough on my plate. I really hated him at this exact moment. Scratch that. Hate is a strong word, but he is a pain.
"I guess you'll just have to find out. You'll be my personal maid till I'm satisfied." All I could think about were ways to kill him without leaving any trace of evidence behind.
I scoffed at him. "And how long will that be exactly?"
"I shall see. Also do not try to dissatisfy me and oblige to my orders, or else I can promise you this, the whole school will be informed of everything that's written in your precious little book, especially Gavin. And that is a promise. I always keep my promises." Did I mention I disliked him with all my gut? He soon backed away and stopped pinning me up against the wall.
Dragging my feet, I walked out to Trish's car. Internally I was bubbling bubbles of anger because of that stupid, jerky blond. Uh what's his problem anyway? This guy is making me call him... Wait hold on I don't even know his name. So I'm being blackmailed by a stranger whose name is unknown to me.
"Hey, did you find your book?" Trish said interrupting my thoughts as I got into the passenger seat.
"You could say something like that." I muttered. I did find it, but it's not currently in my possession and being used as leverage.
"Is everything okay? What's a nice way to put it, you look, well really ticked off?" Trish said as politely as she could as she buckled her seat belt.
"Yup everything is just fine." I took a deep breath. "Everything is just peachy. Perfectly peachy. I just want to go home. Today has probably been the worst day of my life." I would write about my horrible day in my diary, but oh ya I remember it is with that evil, mean stranger!
"Look on the bright side, at least it can't get any worse?" Trish said in a attempt to cheer me up, I think.
I could not help, but chuckle. "I guess that is true." We both laughed for a bit until my phone began to ring.
"Hello?" I said confused to who exactly was calling me.
"Hey is this Ally? It's Austin. Here, well let us say the holder of something precious to her." That voice and cockiness resembled the voice of the stranger who is blackmailing me.
I began to panic. What should I say? "Uh she is currently dead now." I said in a horrible British accent that did not even really sound British. I quickly hung up and looked outside the window.
"Trish drive." I said completely paranoid and curious on how he even got my number.
"Who was on the phone? Also why did your expression change from a freaking out Ally to angry Ally and back to freaking out Ally?" She asked.
"I'll tell you later just please start driving." I begged. Lucky for me, she did not ask any more questions. She just placed her foot on the peddle and started to drive.