Thank you to the people who reviewed telling me not to change the story for others. Guys, if you want a story with nice Austin I can't do that for you. I have the entire story planned, and although he won't be bad forever, this is just how this story is going to go. You don't have to read if you don't like.

I was a 16 year old girl. The only previous medicines I've took had been Advil for cramps and headaches, and maybe some Tylenol for when I was sick. And now you ask? Now I was on birth control. That's right. Me, Ally Dawson, the most innocent girl in Marino high was on birth control. And that was all one person's fault.

That person was Austin Moon.

I gulped and knocked three times on the double doors that led to Austin's house. My second time here. I wasn't as nervous as I was the first time. I mean. I already know what I have to do, but I still don't like it.

The door opened in less than a minute. Austin opened it, looking down at me expectantly. This time, I stepped in without him leading me in.

"To my room?" HE asked. I nodded soundlessly.

We walked up the stairs that led to his room and I took a deep breath again as the door opened. He looked over at me as I took in his blue room with music posters everywhere. Weird. We like the same bands.

Maybe if we weren't so caught up in the socials ladders or…you know, forced sex, we might have been able to be friends.

What am I even thinking about? This was mean, ruthless, loud, Austin. We could never be friends. But despite my protests, I couldn't stop the words from leaving my mouth. "You like My Chemical Romance too?"

He looked to the poster that hung in his room. "Yeah, my favorite song is Teenagers." I gasped. "That's my favorite song too!" He gave me a curious look before looking back to his poster. "That's kind of neat."

I shifted uncomfortably. This somehow felt very awkward. I mean, usually his tongue is already down my throat by this point. He seemed to sense the awkward too, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him and crushing my lips to his.

From then on it was just a mess of tangled arms and hair. I started to notice certain things he does when he kisses me. He really likes to suck the corner of my lower lip into his mouth and chew softly on it. He even lets out a little moan when he does it.

His tongue glided over my lips and entered my mouth, once again bringing the taste of his thick saliva back to my taste buds. I panted a little when our tongues touched again for the first time since yesterday.

I wondered if he was just going to touch me again this time. Instead, he pushed me down on to his huge king sized bed and then crawled on top me to reconnect our mouths.

His greedy mouth devoured mine and his hands reached for my blouse, already undoing the ribbon. I exhaled into him when I realized he'd yanked my top off and exposed my skin to cold air. He trailed his lips down to beneath my breasts and nuzzled his head against my skin, tasting every part of me.

His tongue swirled extra carefully and hungrily over my belly button as I shivered. Then, without his mouth even leaving my stomach, his hands unzipped my jeans and pulled them down a little.

Following the newly uncovered skin, he moves down to kiss and suck at my thighs, pulling the jeans down even further. Then, he expertly licks me over my underwear and control slips quickly from me. I gasped in delight. I felt him smile against me, soon both my jeans and underwear are on the floor and his fingers are slipping themselves inside my slit again.

I groaned a little bit and he picked up the pace, sliding out then in, his fingers coated with my wetness. Every few times or so, he'd lick the juices off his fingers before continuing to finger me.

He leaned over and kissed me again. I could feel his hardness pressed up against me and I figured it was be unbearable for him to just be touching.

I was right, as he started taking off his clothes and tossing them carelessly wherever he pleased. I was expecting at least another round of foreplay before we do anything serious again, but instead, I felt him roughly ram inside me. Deep.

I let out a noise similar to a scream at how quickly he filled me. He was grunting hard as he pulled out of me slowly, then he slammed into me fast again. This repeated itself until I was withering under his control. I looked down to see his cock going inside me again, my juices glistening off of it.

This time, he wriggled it in slower and bent down to let out a loud groan in my ear. I couldn't help myself as I also let out a moan at the pleasure. "Oh, Austin."

Immediately after the words had left my mouth. I knew that I just made it a lot worse for myself. I felt him stiffen at the use of his name, then look down at me with a questionable look. The weirdest thing happened then, he smiled. He actually looked happy and even proud.

A blush was about to spread over my face when he quickly picked up his pace again and the words were pounded out of me. This time both our moans and whimpers had hung in the air.

And perhaps because the sex had been extra rough that day, or because I had been silly enough to think Austin could be my friend, I ended up doing something really stupid.

I fell asleep in Austin Moon's bed. Right after we had sex. Stupid. Thing. To. Do.

I was once again reminded of how different Austin and I were in my sleep. He was the king of popular using little old me for extra sex. Probably so he could practice to be even better in bed with cheerleaders or something.

When I woke up I was in my own bed. I groggily walked downstairs to my dad making dinner. He turned around and smiled. "Oh hey sweetie! That Austin kid dropped you off at home after he said you fell asleep on his couch tutoring him! I think it's great that your helping out others! And he seems like a good kid, very polite."

Oh dad. If only you knew.