Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.
A/N: This is rated STRONG T for language, violence and minor erotic scenes in later chapters. This does not have sex in it, but it will have make-out sessions and such.
"My entire life my dad has taught me to see past the way things look and to search for beauty where it seems there is none. About a year ago, we were walking together on a sidewalk lined with roses; I pointed them out and he kicked the one closest to him, knocking all its petals onto the cement. I told him that he ruined it, that it had been beautiful, and he said it still was. I don't know if he meant to slip a message, like he often does, into the moment. But it really stuck with me, and now I think of that rose as every person who has been judged and hurt because of the way they look. To most people, it's just a rose with no petals-broken and ugly-when in reality, these people really are some of the most incredible, beautiful roses you will ever meet."
- Storm Sixx
Ally Dawson was not a happy camper. Nope. Not at all. Not only was Austin Moon in her AP Biology class, but, she later found out that he was also in her homeroom class, her AP Music Theory class, her AP History class, her AP Calculus class AND her Gym class. No. Nonono. Ally could not, would not, deal with that much Austin Moon time. Yeah, no thank you.
Stomping through the halls, she heads towards the administration office, her blood boiling with annoyance as she shoves the door open and comes face to face with her father. "Honey! Glad to see you, come on, I've got you in my Music Class next. Can't wait, Ally-bear." He smiles brightly at her before walking with a bounce in his step to the music class. She shakes her head. No.
Walking fully into the administration office, she makes her way to the front desk before she pleads, "Can I please have a change in my schedule?" She says, desperation in her voice. The receptionist looks up, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but there are no extra spot available in any of the classes." Ally frowns, closing her eyes. Opening her eyes, she looks at the lady-Mrs. Lucy, according to her name tag-and smiles appreciatively. "Thanks anyway.." She murmurs, turning and walking out of the office..
.. Only to walk right into Austin Moon himself..
"Oof!" Ally squeaks and starts falling backwards, only to have strong, warm arms grab her wrists and pull her up, before they wrap around her to balance her. She looks up at her rescuer through her eyelashes, feeling a blush spread across her face slowly. "U-um, th-thanks.." She sputters, pulling back and away from Austin, she turns towards the direction of her fathers music room and starts walking briskly towards her AP Music Theory class.
'Since when does he affect me?' She wonders idly. 'I'm strong enough to ignore that over inflated man-child. Besides, he's just screwing around.'
-x-
Flashback to AP Biology
"Hell no!"
"Fuck no!"
Austin and Ally's voices chorus loudly, causing the class to erupt in laughter. Both Austin and Ally scowl, only to realize a second later they were in sync with each other's reactions, causing them to glare at each other.
"Miss Dawson! Mr Moon! I will not tolerate such vile language in my classroom. Now, sit down or I will tell both the principle and your parents about this." Mr S says sternly, a satisfied look coming on his face as Ally bows her head, sitting down slowly before scooting her chair as far away from Austin's as possible. Austin glares at Mr Sanchez while stalking over to his desk, silently fuming. This teacher was totally lucky he promised his mom he wouldn't get in any more trouble.
Dumping his books on the desk, he slumps in the chair, arms crossed over his chest..
Forty minutes later he's shoulder to shoulder with Ally, a smirk on his face as he puts his hand on her thigh for the umpteenth time. Looking down at the sheet of paper she passed back to him, he reads the elegant script that is Ally Dawson's writing as she smacks his hand off of her.
'Keep your hands off of me, dammit.'
Austin smirks. "But your so soft!" He passes back, his smirk widening. He watches her eyes narrow, before she scribbles down sharply, 'You pig headed son of a bitch!' He laughs out loud, covering the paper with his book as Mr Sanchez walks past the two. He pulls the book off the paper, re-reading the whole page.
"Hey, Ally."
'Fuck off, asshole.'
"Awww, is that anyway to talk to your new best buddy?"
'There should be a space between any way. Incompetent asshole.'
"Wow. Geek much?"
'Wow. Whore much?'
"Men can't be whores."
'Well then, I guess you exceed all limitations of idiocity. It's called being a man whore. Just without the man. I withheld the extra word because, well, you aren't a man. Your a child. Reduce that with your oh-so-amazing brain.'
"Idiocity isn't a word."
'Oh, really? No I didn't know that. It may be made up but I bet you still knew the meaning.'
"How am I not a man? You've never seen me down there. I'm pretty sure when you kneed my in my dick earlier you felt what I had. Don't like to yourself, babe." She shivered. He smirked.
'No, babe. Your sadly mistaken. You self-centered, egotistical asshole.' He gawked. She smirked.
"Quit using big words. Your hurting my brain with your geek-i-ness."
'Idiot.'
"Jerk."
'Grow up.'
"You know, you really hurt me, earlier."
'Good.'
"I should get to punish you." Around this time, he'd moved his chair so close to hers, their shoulders were touching.
'That's not how it goes, dumbass.'
"Well then, let's make a new set of rules, babe." He put his hand on her knee.
'Don't touch me, dick.' She smacks his hand off.
"Sorry, no can do, babe."
Five minutes later, she's knocked his hands off of her leg fifteen times, each time getting higher. The process repeats.
Forty minutes later. 'Keep your hands off me, dammit.'
"But your so soft!"
'You pig headed son of a bitch!'
He smirks, brushing his fingers along the inside of her thighs he scribbles down softly, "This is going to be your punishment. Every time you say something rude to me, do anything rude to me or even look at me rudely, I'll touch you in someway. It's nothing new to you, most likely. There's three whole years worth to catch up on though, Dawson. Be prepared.. and let the games begin.. oh, and your going to fall completely, and utterly, in love with me by the end of this." He pushes the note towards her, watching-and feeling-her tense. He smirks. Putting his hand on her lower back, he slides his hand over to her other hip, squeezing it lightly and letting his hand rest there.
Fortunately for Ally, the bell rings, signalling the end of that dreaded class. Ally jumps up, yanking her books and bag up and running from the classroom at full speed.
'You can run, Dawson, but you can't hide.'
End Of Flashback.
-x-
Ally did not like this. Not one bit. Walking into her father's Music Theory class, she wonders why he's doing this, and that this was some sick, twisted game. If so, well, the bastard was going down.
'Two could play at this game..'
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Ha, so, I can totally picture Austin and Ally doing this. I don't know why, but yeah. It's just, there, in my mind. This chapter doesn't have as much about bullying in it, but yeah. I hope you enjoyed this! I sure did enjoy writing it.
