OK so I tried to re-write this chapter in Ally's POV, but IM SORRY ITS SO DAMN HARD MAN. So me being me, I split the chapter into two parts, I guess.
So really, the beginning part for the rest of the chapters are going to start in Austins POV, to show you guys his perspective. And the second part is going to be in Ally's POV, to show whats running through her head while she's living her 'happy' life. If it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. It'll make sense when you read the story.
I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING YES I KNOW I PUT A WARNING IN THE FIRST CHAPTER BUT I FELT SO BAD I JUST UGH IM SORRY OKAY IM JUST SO SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS EVEN THOUGH I ONLY HAVE EIGHT FOLLOWS BUT YA KNOW WHAT IM JUST STARTING THIS STORY ITS HARD BECAUSE LAST TIME I WAS ON AUSTIN AND ALLY ONLY HAD 4 K STORIES AND LIKE FOUR MONTHS LATER IT HAS LIKE 5K OR SOMETHING MAN IM JUST AKDLFJASLFJSALKDFJASL
OK so to give you an idea: This story is going to be really short. Most likely less than 10 chapters, including the epilogue. Sorry if you expected to be as long as my old stories, but I'm just starting to lose interest in Austin and Ally.
So um...standard disclaimer, and yeah. Hope you guys enjoy! AND IM SORRY
Chapter 2
I fixed my hair in the rearview mirror in the parking lot at school. It needed to look perfect. Not because of my reputation, but for her. Don't tell me that girlfriends don't care if their boyfriends hair looks like crap, because that's a piece of shit. I'm sure if my girlfriend looked like the Grinch, I wouldn't want to be seen with her.
I looked at it again, making sure my newly brightened blonds were perfectly messy. Then grabbing my backpack and my little gift, I walked to the front doors of Marino High.I smiled when I got to my locker. There she was, my beautiful girlfriend of ten months was standing there talking to her best friend. I'm thankful that her back is facing me, because I bet you I looked retarded just standing there staring into space.
Shaking my head, I took out the gift I had for Ally and placed it behind my back. I snuck up to her, shushing Trish in the process.
"Guess who?" I whispered into her ear as I covered her eyes with one hand.
"Hm." She questioned. "George Clooney?"
"Nope. Guess again. He's really hot." She shrugged her shoulders.
"If there's someone hotter than Channing Tatum then can he be my boyfriend?" I gasped and removed my hand from her eyes, feigning a hurt look on my face. I was hurt. She told me that I was hotter than the sun. What can possibly be hotter than the sun? Only nerds will ever know.
"That hurts Ally! I can't believe you'd say that! To me!" She laughed, and I made sure I recorded it in my mind because her laughter is probably the most beautiful sound in the world. Well second, the first one is when my mom calls me down when she finishes making pancakes.
"I'm just joking. Hey Austin." She pecked me on my cheeks. "What's up?" I smiled and removed my other hand from behind my back. Her reaction was priceless, like my moms reaction when she found out their mattress company was voted top in Miami.
"Happy ten month anniversary." I responded, and I handed her the small red box, topped with a small silver ribbon.
"Aw!" Trish cooed from the sidelines. "I told you he'd remember!" I raised my eyebrows and gave her a questioning look.
"You thought I wouldn't remember? Thanks Ally." She shook her head.
"No! I just thought you wouldn't care!" She explained, throwing her arms around my torso. "Thank you Austin!" She pulled away, before inspecting the red box in her hands. "What is it?"
"Gosh girly." Trish complained. "Just open the damn box already!" She rolled her eyes as she carefully undid the beautiful wrapping. I should've left. I mean, I don't want to see a disapointed look on her face if she didn't like it. I mean, I don't know what girls like. I was so nervous, my hands probably made a small pool in my jean pockets. Trish being there wasn't helping at all. She was on the tips of her toes watching her best friend open the gift. Should've given her the box after school, I would've done that but I don't wanna be a pussy, but I didn't because, pussy. Underneath the wrapping, was a small white jewelry box. By now, I don't know what to say. I spent three hours wrapping that small box. But she's happy, so that's what matters the most. But when she opened it, a small gasp escaped her lips.
"Its beautiful." Ally exclaimed. I let go of a breath that I didn't even know I was holding in. She stared at the white gold heart shaped locket hugged on a soft pillow. A grin spread across my face.
"You like it?" I questioned. "I wasn't sure what to get you. And since girls like jewelry I thought I should get you a necklace. Then I saw that in the mall while I was looking for video games with Dez, when he asked if I was doing anything special for our anniversary. Then I panicked because I didn't know I was supposed to do something special. Then I thought I would be a bad boyfriend-" I was cut off from his rambling by a soft pair of warm lips crashing onto mine, and of course, I didn't hesitate. The inner hormonal teenage boy in me was so, so, happy, until Ally pulled away and looked into my eyes.
"It's perfect. And you will never. Be. A bad. Boyfriend."
"Actually," Trish interjected. "He could've cheated on you, check other girls out, give his number out to girls and flirt with them without you even knowing. "
"I never did that stuff!" I defended. "I would never, ever do that. Ever. You know that Alls'." She nodded in agreement.
"Of course Austin. If I found out, you would've been dead by now." Ally quickly pecked me on the cheek. "Now if you excuse me, I need to get to Pre-Calculus before the front seats get taken." She rushed down the hall to her class. I turned to talk to Trish, but my mind kept on wandering off to somewhere else. I couldn't help but realize that Ally's been kissing me a lot lately. I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything, but it's like shes doing it for a different reason besides affection.
And my gut feeling is that the reason is nothing good at all.
Today was the worst.
Yes, I am aware that today is Austin and I's tenth anniversary. Yes, I am aware that he gave me a heart shaped locket. You know what I was also aware of today? All the jealous glares I was getting from all the girls in the hall. I was aware that I got double the hate notes in my locker. I was aware that a girl 'accidentally' pushed me out of line in the cafeteria, and I ended up sharing Austin's lunch again for the third time in a row. I was aware that I am the most hated girl in school for no reason why, and I am aware of everyone's opinion on me. Because I observe, and I watch.
When you're quiet, you notice everything. You notice when someone gets a new shirt, you notice their different personalities around different groups of friends, you notice what makes them happy, all the little things that some people hardly notice. I'm not stalking people, I'm just being observant, that's why I keep a can of blue spray paint in my bag.
I had gym class today. I change into my PE strip in the corner with the banged up lockers away from the rest of the girls. There was a poster of my face on one of those lockers. I had a crown on my head, and in bold letters it said "Schools Slut, the Queen of Prostitutes." I just rolled my eyes. They couldn't even think of a different slogan, and it's been six months. You could tell some people try to rip it off, probably Trish. But you can't, because they always use one of those 'super strength' glues. I took out my phone and snapped a picture of it, you know, to put it in my scrapbook, before I spray painted it to blend it in with the lockers. Yes, it's happened before. And you wondered why I started a scrapbook.
I got home today and opened my laptop to start my English essay due next week, just to find out that I had a Facebook notification, about a new page that I've been invited to like, and I left to go to use the toilet.
I cleaned my washroom for the rest of the day, well the sink. I stained it red. While I cleaned, I wondered if anyone would notice if something different about me changed. Something big, they wouldn't care about, they would just spread rumors about the back story. But if it was something small, they most likely wouldn't notice at all.
I mean, why would they notice? They don't care about me anyways.
Stay Rydelicious!
-MJ