An Incompetent Irritation

Hey guys! First off, was the A&A finale really only a week ago? It can't be. I already miss the show so much. Who watched it? Did you love it?

Enjoy!

Austin's POV

I roll the windows down on my sleek red car, enjoying the warm breeze wafting across my face, twirling around my black jacket. This was the best part of driving: feeling the wind blow steadily around me. As long as I drove, the wind would continue flying at me. It was amazing. Predictable.

My life had to be predictable. Bad things happened when not planned. I had to wake up everyday at 8, go to school, and go home. Football practise was on Friday at 4. I would go to the beach on weekends. Parties were strictly on weekends too. Everything I could control was controlled perfectly.

Only one thing in my life was unpredictable: girls.

They were always taking me off guard. Doing things I would've never predicted. It messed me up. I liked when girls were understandable, easy to read and interpret. As soon as they tried to do something I haven't planned, I leave them. Unfortunately, it happens more than I wanted it too. Some want to be steady, some aren't truly ready for sex when they'd said they were. They were all gone the next day.

I wasn't stupid. I was far from it actually. However, none of my friends cared that I was on the Honour Roll or President of the Music Council. All they cared about were my looks and the popularity it gained me and gained them. With that said, I was smart enough to know that my actions in the past two years have gained me a poor reputation. Sure I was popular now, but in the long run, all anyone would remember would be jerk, player, ass.

It seemed that a certain someone had already thought that even though we'd only met yesterday. Well formally at least.

Surprisingly, I remembered that day clearly. Her name was Ashley. I remembered every one of my prior…flings. I might've been slightly insensitive, but I had hurt every one of those girls, and that meant something to me. I didn't want to, but in the end, they weren't for me.

Anyways, two weeks before senior year, I'd taken her to the beach to apologize. Earlier that day, one of my more obsessive exes, Brooke, decided that she still liked me, despite being dumped a week before. She followed Ashley and I around Miami, and I knew Ashley was annoyed and frustrated. Finally evading Brooke, we settled down near this nice beach house to talk. I also knew she was ready for sex but was shy about saying it. She would've, I bet, if I hadn't seen Brooke on the tide and decided to confront her before she saw us. The things that transpired after were unexpected.

I remember going up to Brooke and demanding she stop messing with me. When she broke into tears, I instinctively went in the comfort her. Then, all of a sudden, Ashley's hand slaps my cheek and she's screaming bloody murder at me and Brooke is hysterical. They were both screaming so overwhelmingly loud that I didn't notice the third girl until I looked her way. I almost lost my breath. I guess it was fit to say she wasbreathtaking. Her long brown curls, pale face, slim body. When my eyes connected with hers, it felt like we were the only two people on the beach, as cliché as that sounds. Unfortunately, her smirk ruined the moment I'd imagined. The winning smirk on her lips and fire burning in her eyes told me that she was the cause of all this mayhem.

The part of me that craved predictability was overwhelmed. I didn't anticipate this at all. Wihout thinking, I threw a glare at the mysterious brunette but all she did was roll her eyes. In my peripheral vision, I could see Ashley storming off, but the brunette was transfixing and I couldn't seem to look away.

Definetely not planned. We stared at each other for another long moment, her in amusement, I in confusion, frustration and slight awe. Finally, she broke our gaze and walked away, leaving me speechless. I could vaguely recall hearing Brooke continue to scream at me, but it was background noise. I was totally captured by the brunette walking away, her hips swaying with grace.

When she had completely disappeared and Brooke gave up and left in discouragement, I wandered the beach. The anger at that unforseen situation had lessened, but I was still shocked. I'd never been so unprepared since—well, all that mattered was that beautiful mystery girl. She had caused all of this. I didn't know why she'd do it, but it didn't matter. I would find her and put her in her place. As the sun set, my confidence came back and I hoped that I would see her again to have another staredown, but this time, I'd be the one walking away triumphant.

So, two weeks passed and there was no sign of the brunette. I'd gone back to the beach—because I'd wanted to, mind you, and not because of my persistence to find her, but never saw her. Imagine my surprise then, when I removed my blindfold in last period Drama and she was standing before me like a gift. I didn't anticipate, however, the impulsive desire to examine every part of her. She was even more brilliant up close.

Then, I didn't anticipate the bubbling over of anger that coursed through me. I had went from staring at her to glaring at her in a matter of seconds. I remember lashing out at her and saying the first words that came out of my mouth, but she took it all in unflinching. When I was forced to take my seat and Mrs. Shannon described our upcoming assignment, all I could think about was her. Ally. At least one good thing came from that blindfolded conversation: I'd learned her name.

Through Mrs. Shannon's droning, I decided that I probably shouldn't have yelled at her like that. All I wanted to do was put her in her place for what she did that day. Obviously, she didn't know what was really going on with Brooke and I, and had jumped to conclusions. Now, I had extra guilt for hurting Ashley with the illusion that I had cheated on her! However, with all that screaming she did, I wasn't going to try to make amends. Add her to the list I think bitterly. With Ashely more or less dealt with, I was wholly focused on Ally. I should've known that with what she had done that she is the most unpredictable girl I've ever met. I should've stopped trying that first day. But now, she intrigued me. There had to be more under that pretty little face of hers. No one randomly intervenes on a "two-timing situation" with that much fire just because it's from the good of their heart.

When Mrs. Shannon finished explaining the assignment, which I barely paid attention to, I made my way to the back of the class where I knew Ally sat. I chuckled under my breath when I saw her passed out. In those few moments of serenity, she looked beyond gorgeous. Her nose was scruched up adorably and her dark lashes fluttered in her unconsciousness. It was a shame that she frowned so much when she was awake though.

My little analysis was interupted when she blinked her eyes open, and against my will, my lips pulled into a smirk. I momentarily forget about her character as I ask her if she wants to come over to my house and work on the project. I should've expected the "No" since every other girl always says "Yes" but when she laughs, I'm caught of guard, again. After more of her confident remarks, and her hand almost brushing my crotch—which only made me surprised, nothing else, alright?—I'm left with a slip of paper with her address in my pocket and as I watched her walk away, my decision was made.

I would get to the bottom of whoever Ally-don't-know-her-last-name is, and finally make her understand that no one messed with Austin Moon, especially unpredictable girls.

X X X

Ally's POV

It was 7 PM on Monday. I can't believe I actually finished the first day of school in Miami. It hasn't all set in yet that I've really moved and am really doing this.

After school, true to my word, Trish, Dez and I all went to the beach to hang out. Call it a celebration for being one less day away from finishing school. It was fun and we learned a lot more about each other. I was beyond hopeful that we were going to be amazing friends. Luckily, the topic of Austin didn't come up again and I was grateful. I didn't know how they would take to the news of us working on a project together.

Speaking of him, Trish and Dez had left an hour ago and Austin should be here already. I finished towel drying my newly washed hair and threw on my oversized sweater. Wouldn't want him getting any ideas tonight. I had already declined going to his house because that had red sirens all over it, but with my dad away at a music conference, I was a little weary.

I didn't even need someone to inform me that Austin probably didn't bring girls over to his house to study. It was pretty clear, and if he thought just because I was new that I was delusional, well, he was in for a surprise.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and I walked from my room, down the stairs and to the door to answer it.

When the door swings open, I catch my breath and remind myself to hold steady in my resolve on Austin. But damn did he get hotter since I last saw him at school? Austin may be a jerk among other things, but there was no denying that he was extremely gorgeous.

Remembering where I was, I snap out of it and welcome Austin in.

I watch as he has the same awestruck face that I had when I first saw the house. Without asking, I lead him on a tour of the house. We pass the flat screen in the living room, hot tub in the side of the house, master-chef style kitchen and theatre room (I know right!) which is only on the main floor. Descending the stairs, Austin is speechless when we walk by the indoor pool, but when I show him my favourite room of all, he gasps.

"Fuck!" It's the first word he's said he arrived and it's in appreciation for my music room.

Scattered throughout the large space is an assortment of imstruments: a piano, an acoustic and electric guitar, a drum set, violin, trumpet, and others that didn't sell at Sonic Boom so my dad brought them back here. We placed some nice beam lights in and put a soft white couch on the side. This was the perfect place to get inspirational.

"Wow," Austin mummers, walking leisurly around the room. Finally, he turns to me.

"This is so cool, Ally."

I'm taken aback by his sincere comment and I'm hesitant for a moment.

"Thanks," I decide to say. "So, are you ready to start…partner?"

Austin flashes me his beautiful smile.

"Yeah, let's do this, partner."

Review please! You guys will make my day.