Quick update; I'm changing my name to GrandeAngel, to match with my new Wattpad account, so I don't get confused. Anyways, ENJOY XD

Austin POV

When I got to school, I looked around for Ally.

I rested against my locker, pretending to be on my phone, scanning the hallways for her. We had to talk. Just so we can clear things up.

Well you didn't do anything. A voice nagged in my mind.

I sighed, and waited. I suddenly saw her stagger slowly to the girls' bathroom.

I rushed over to meet her. I must have startled her, because she yelped, and pulled back.

I looked her straight in the eyes, studying her. She was pale, and her eyes could barely keep themselves open.

"Ally, are you.. Drunk?" I said in concern. Her eyes snapped open, and a look of irritation ran across her face.

"What!? No! Let go of me!" She snapped, stepping back. She stomped to her next class. I stood there, fists clenched. What was wrong with her?

Before I could even think of running after her, the first bell rang, and I gathered my stuff from my longer and went to class.

Ally POV

I felt dizzy. My head was pounding. Those pills were strong.

Plus, I yelled at Austin for no reason. Everything was blurry and I couldn't even walk in a straight line.

The weirdest part? I loved the pain. I slowly walked into class, taking my seat in the back. Suddenly, Trish stood by my desk. I lazily looked up.

She glared, hair covering her face. She's obviously trying to hid bruises.

"You're in my seat, muffin top."

She spat at me, venom in her words.

My head pounded harder. I wanted to speak, but I felt like a couldn't. "It's a free country.." I mumbled softly, my eyes glued to the desk.

"What? I can't even hear you! English much?" She snorted.

The bell rang, and everyone rushed into the class. Why was everything moving? I heard a loud ringing. I looked up.

All I could see was Trish moving her lips, a disgusted look on her face. The teacher suddenly started pointing at her, scolding for her to sit down.

My hearing came back. "But she's in my seat! She won't leave!" She whined, pointed at me. Anger suddenly rushed inside of me.

I slapped her hand away. A look of shock lit up in her face. People started giggling. When I hit her, her hair fell back.

Her purple and yellowing bruise took up the left of her face, and was now exposed to the entire class, including the teacher.

"Trishia! What is that disgusting mark on your face?" The teacher asked urgently.

Tears formed in Trish's eyes. "This is your fault!" She screamed, the fist flying into my face. And then, the world went dark.