After that, we didn't speak to each other. I started to feel uncomfortable and decided it was best to stop trying to make a conversation. I think he got the hint, because his lovely smile had vanished in a matter of seconds and turned into an unfaithful scowl; the expression that was usually on his face half of the time anyways.

He should be aware that more than half of the universe's population knows who he is, and know what he's capable of. We should fear him. He couldn't expect to be friends with everyone when he wanted to be. I wonder what its like to be hated and envied the way he is…

Bringgg!

Finally. Fourth period is over, so here comes lunch. I can finally relax and just talk to the girls. They were the only reason I wasn't totally ashamed of who I was. They gave me a little hope, a little courage. No one else even bothered to give me one glance. Everyone was just heartless and had no insight, no understanding of what went on in this thing we call life. The truth of it all was that, no one really cared.

"Ally!"

Here we go. Rebecca came running towards me at full speed and gave me a quick hug. We them hooked arms and began walking; her head was held high, as if it was nobody's business.

"I felt like time was slowing down. Every class went so fucking slow. I couldn't stand it. School isn't my thing. I'd much rather be out in the rain forest taking some pics or something." she spoke with utter repugnance. Rebecca was inspired to be a photographer. She first took classes her at school, and she fell in love with it. I still cringed at the use of language in that sentence.

"Have some respect, Rebecca! You know I can't stand when you use profanity." I said cringing at the thought of her saying it once more. I did not like swearing, not at all. It was disrespectful, and I found no purpose for it.

I saw Rebecca roll her lightsome, chestnut eyes. They were very fair in brightness but very deep in color. They reminded me of the coffee table in my living room at home.

"You need to lighten up once in awhile, Ally Dawson. Living the way you are, with those regulations and rules, you won't live pass 30."

I scoffed, offended. "Well," I mumbled while shaking my head side-to-side mocking her words.

"It's true Alls. You're so uptight. You need to learn to have fun. Let loose. Don't think to much, just do." A clever, but playful smile formed on the left side on her lips, making it slightly lopsided.

I sighed.

I don't need to have fun. I'm Ally. I'm physically and mentally unable to do it. As I recall, I'm kind of a buzz kill. Not much fun there. I can attempt it. I can try to be a little more amusing, no promises but I can try.

Well, no I can't.

Being who I am, it is highly unlikely. I'm nothing special. Just good ol' Ally Dawson.

"Rebecca, it's just not me. I can't be fun. I'm just suck the nice energy with my nerd energy. I wonder why you and Trish still deal with me…" I said sadly, realizing how bad of a friend I must be. They have to deal with me everyday. The more I though about it, the more it hurt. I felt like my identity was stabbing me in the heart multiple times, with no hope of recovering.

Ally, don't say that!" she screamed. She was shaking her head in disapproval. "Trish and I love you to death! Never think that you are not good enough! So yeah, you may not be the most exciting person that ever walked the planet, but you're not boring! You have such an imagination and you taught me how to be myself. Before I met you, I hung out with the populars and it was the worst thing I had ever experienced. Imagine, having to pretend to be someone your not just to get someone to look at you. It was hell. You're a true friend. Never think of yourself as anything less." she said, a grin forming of her face.

It felt nice to know she cared. I didn't need much. I had her and Trish and for once, that was enough.

I now walk my sore body to detention. Having to come from PE was not amusing. I was usually a straight A student, but when it came to PE, I was in for failure.

Trish didn't come with me. She had to leave early for a dentist appointment during lunchtime, so she was excused from detention. How do you think it feels going to detention when your such a nerd? Not good. I didn't feel to proud. Even though when I told Rebecca I got it from being late, she burst out laughing and said that there was progress for me to get out of my shell.

I groaned as I got to the door. I just stood there. Staring at the door.

For three minutes straight.

"Are you going to enter or not?" a voice came from behind me.

I quickly turned around frighten, my eyes widening to see Austin Moon leaning against the wall, cocking his to the side looking at me, his eyebrows raised, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I-I…"

I couldn't speak. I was beyond embarrassed. I just stared at the floor. It sure needed a good cleaning and waxing…

"My face is up here, sweetheart."

I looked up. Again with that word. I noticed how interesting his voice sounded. It was very low, but it had a hint of playfulness in it, every once in a while.

"You should just go inside. It isn't that bad. Mr. Chrome leaves after the first 5 minutes to go do 'paperwork'." Austin said in a low tone, using his fingers to exaggerate the word paperwork. "I honestly think he just goes smoke pot in the back room." he said shrugging and walking ahead of me to open the door. I felt his hand come in contact with mine, our hands brushing ever so slightly. I saw a sly smile unfold on his firm face.

He opens the door and peeks his head inside. By the sound of it, it seems like it was empty. I breathed out in relief realizing I wouldn't have to deal with other people's remarks about miss goody two shoes having detention.

He came out again and motioned me to walk in.

"Ladies first."

I sighed, straighten my back, and walked in. I took a few steps inside and it felt very cold.

Like I was being stored inside a freezer. I shivered out of impulse. I then felt something being put on me. I smelled Axe and tobacco. I looked at my shoulders and saw Austin's leather jacket hanging on my shoulder. His finger glided along my shoulder and traced the smalls of my back. My breath caught in my throat. He saw that I had stiffen, and he slowly moved his fingers away from my back. I relaxed, finally able to breath normally again.

Before I could ask any questions about the jacket, he spoke up.

"Keep it. You're cold. You need it more than I do anyways."

I looked around the room; it was an old classroom/library. A chalkboard filled up the whole front and back wall. It was old and scratched up. There were individual desks that lined up in four rows of seven each. To the right where three huge bookshelves, like the ones in public libraries. (I went often.) I walked towards them to see old classics and things that were taught in literature throughout high school. Romeo & Juliet, How to Kill A Mockingbird, The Scarlett Letter, Little Women, Pride and Prejudice…

"They're really good books. But I can't stand Romeo & Juliet. So cliché. Love like that, doesn't exist." he said right over my shoulder. I was surprised that he at least knew the title of the book.

"Romeo & Juliet is marvelous book. Every page was bewitching and exquisite. Love like that doesn't exist because we don't all have the feuding families and what not. The ending was bitter blue. It was beautifully written tho-" unable to finish my sentence because I had turned my head to have my face right in front of his.

"Interesting…Do you think your thoughts are accurate?"

I didn't know what to make of that question. His face was right there. My heart was beating at 100 mph but I felt it suddenly slow down and until I couldn't feel it anymore. Everything was quiet. I only heard the sounds of our humble breathing; the sounds of it in perfect rhythm. I ignored his question and asked in a low voice,

"You read?"

He smiled in spite of himself.

"A little. I have experienced a lot throughout my lifetime, and I never read. I started reading hoping I could be removed from this world and to explore another. Having to be in someone else's shoes and there problems and lifestyles. Its fascinating, to be honest. Makes you think about life…"

His words were interrupted by Mr. Chrome walking in.

"Ms. Dawson, Austin, have a seat." he said his voice dripping with disgust when he mentioned Austin's name.

I turned to look at Austin. He just glared at the teacher. If looks could kill, Mr. Chrome would have evaporated.

"Sit down." Mr. Chrome said in-between his teeth. He was starting to become impatient, telling by the expression on his face.

"Austin…" I said my voice faltering.

"C'mon." he said lightly, grabbing my wrist softly taking me to the back to sit down. Once I had taken a seat, I put my bag down. Austin had taken a seat next to me.

I looked over at Austin to see him staring at something. I take a glance at Mr. Chrome he is staring, no, glaring at Austin.

"Don't you think you should leave already?" Austin said in a vicious and hateful tone. Mr. Chrome glared once more, but then swiftly walked out of the room.

Mr. Chrome was probably in his mid 20's. He has nice copper brown hair that he gels upward. He was green eyes, all together, he has a nice face. He's about 6'0. Him and Austin didn't seem to like each other much, that's for sure.

Me being a curious cat, I decided to ask him what's wrong.

"What's the deal between you and Mr. Chrome?" I said delicately.

"I don't want to talk about it." he growled in a low voice.

"I'm just curious…"

"Ally. Don't get under my skin. I have a low temper. Especially right now. I don't want to say or do anything that I'll regret." he said, his eyes hard.

"You can just tell me…"

Let's just say I should have stopped talking. He got up and started yelling incredulously.

"Ally! Shut up. I do not need you in my fucking business. No wonder you have no friends, you're a pain in the ass!" he said his voice getting higher and louder.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Stop. Really your just so- ARGH!" she said, nearing his hand towards my face. I flinched and my mouth fell. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. I thought he was going to hit me. I was scared and angry.

He instantly retracted his hand when he saw me flinch. He opened his mouth but no words came out. Then he was apologizing to me.

"Ally I wasn't going to-"

I was terrified. Before I knew it, I was running away. I already opened the door and was running for my life. Austin called after me, but I decided not to look back. I'll deal with me ditching detention tomorrow.

He raised his hand. He was about to hit me. I knew he was bad news. I kept running. I heard something fall out of my bag. I didn't even bother to see what it was. I just kept running. I couldn't believe that for one second I though he was different. My thoughts where everywhere and before I knew it, I felt my warm tears streaming down my face. I thought he was different, but he's not. He's everything but a friend. He's dangerous.

He will hurt you. He's not safe. He's dark. He's terrifying.

He's Austin Moon.

I ran outside, past the parking lot, and into the field. My feet were so tangled up from all the running, I fell. I held the jacket Austin had given me and pulled it around me tighter. I wasn't going to experience getting hit, again. I realized I wasn't mad at Austin. I was mad at him. He's the reason I'm like this. I kept crying. But now, it wasn't because of Austin.

Oooo, suspense! Well it was a little longer than before! Things are going to get intense now. Are you ready for it? Austin may have seemed a little sweet, but he's naturally not. He's terrifying. He's done a whole lot more awful things than raising his hand towards a girl. You want to know more don't you? Well, you just have to wait. Chapter 4 will be here soon!