*Sorry guys, things totally screwed up and I accidentally deleted Chapter 2, and then I tried to re-upload it and apparently I uploaded Chapter 10 of Geek Chic. So, yeah, I'm sorry, messed up a tad there. My bad. Anyway, sorry you've already read this one. Blame FF. It screwed up all my summaries and made me cry until I realised it was only on my login account, not on the public viewing. I think. I think I need to go to bed.*
Wow. So, it's only been like a month. And that is the longest I've ever made you guys wait for a chapter update (Except for Geek Chic but that's different) but I did warn you so don't be too mad!
I finally finished writing Geek Chic, so I finished up the second chapter of this. I actually had four written but I didn't like the direction it was taking so I deleted three and four and re-did two. This is the outcome.
The reason for this sudden rush of writing is my unfortunate accident involving a very normal, completely average jump up to throw a basketball going terribly awry and landing me in A&E. Only I could doo that. But yeah, I had my very first X-ray which was very cool ( I HAVE SEEN ALL THE BONES IN MY FOOT ISNT THAT COOL? ) I found out that it wasn't broken but it's badly sprained and I couldn't walk, so therefore couldn't go to school, and my day off has given me chance to get to writing which I haven't done since the summer.
Thank you guys so much for the feedback on the first chapter! 28 reviews and a ridiculous amount of follows for a single chapter, so thank you! I'm touched!
I hope this is worth the wait and lives up to the first :)
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Ally collapsed into bed as soon as she got into her bedroom, all the dancing and singing she'd done finally catching up with her as she suddenly felt exhausted. She fell asleep almost instantly, but slept fitfully. She felt incredibly guilty about the way she'd forgotten Dallas, and that showed in her dreams. But she also couldn't find it in her to regret the kiss, or to wish she hadn't met Austin. This also showed through.
When she woke the next morning the first thing she did was grab her phone, hoping for a text from Austin. Grinning as she saw a message from an unknown number, she unlocked the phone and opened it.
Morning, Sydney. Sleep well? ;)
Even the simple message was enough to make her heart flutter, and she puzzled over a suitable reply. In the end she settled for:
Great, thanks. How about you, Danny?
They carried on like this, texting back and forth, for almost two weeks before finally arranging to meet up.
Ally! How about a coffee? Xxx
Sounds great. When&Where? Xxx
Full Beanz, twenty minutes? Xxx
Perfect. See you then! Xxx
She grinned as she put down the phone, motionless for a moment as she imagined different scenarios in her head. Then she remembered what he'd said; twenty minutes.
Shit.
She jumped up and ran for the bathroom, passing her father on the way.
"Hey! Ally!" he complained when she slammed the door shut.
"Sorry, dad, I have somewhere I need to be." She called, stripping off quickly and jumping in the shower.
She glanced at her watch once she was ready, impressed with herself. She actually looked pretty presentable, and with two minutes to spare. Shoving her phone and purse into her jacket pockets, she hurried downstairs, shouted a goodbye to her dad, and left the house.
The café he'd chosen was about five minutes walking distance away, and she felt slightly bad that she would be late but, then again, it was only a couple minutes. He would hardly be angry.
When she arrived she felt slightly breathless and a little embarrassed to admit that her heart was beating erratically. She shook her head, silently screaming at herself to get a grip. She had a boyfriend. And Austin wasn't someone she wanted to mess with. She knew she had to tell him about Dallas…it was just working out how to tell him without him being angry.
When she walked in she spotted him instantly: that shaggy mop of blonde hair was impossible to miss. He had his back to her and was drumming his fingers on the table. She smiled, walking up behind him slowly.
"Boo!" she shouted, grabbing his shoulders, making him jump. Unfortunately, he had a mug of hot coffee in his hands, and he yelped and jumped to his feet as it splashed all over his lap. Ally gasped, feeling terrible.
"Oh my God, Austin, I'm so sorry!" she apologised profusely, grabbing a couple napkins from the table he was sat at and awkwardly attempting to help him clean himself up without actually touching his crotch. He grimaced, but smiled at her.
"Don't sweat it, Ally. I'll survive. I might not be able to have kids anymore, though." He sighed, looking forlorn. She laughed, slapping his arm.
"Oh, don't be silly, it was only a bit of coffee." She rolled her eyes. He chuckled, pulling out a chair for her to sit down.
"Come on, I'm fine. You want a drink?" he asked, taking a seat himself. She nodded, and then frowned.
"Don't you want to change?"
"I'll be okay. It would be rude to leave, you only just got here."
It's my fault, though." She pointed out. "And I don't mind.
He frowned, looking down at his shorts. "Really?"
"Yeah, go on…"
"Okay then. I'll go change. You coming?" he asked, getting to his feet and holding out a hand. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Can I trust you?"
"Huh?"
"This isn't some ploy to get me into your car so you can kidnap me and drive us to Australia, is it?" she elaborated. His eyes widened and he watched her, slightly bemused.
"Well, firstly, you can't drive to Australia. And secondly, no, it's just a ploy to get you into my car so I can take you to my house and have my way with you." He shrugged nonchalantly. She smiled in relief, and then seemed to realise what he'd said.
"Wait, what?"
"Joke, Ally. Calm down. You can stay here if you like, but I could be a while."
She thought about it for a second, and then nodded. "Alright, let's go."
"Cool. My place is only a couple minutes down the road, and don't worry, my mom is home." He informed her. She laughed.
"I wasn't worried. I trust you, for some reason." She told him honestly. He grinned.
"Good."
She followed him to his car, a vintage red convertible, and got in the passenger side while he jumped over the door into the driver's seat. She eyeballed him, unimpressed.
"Was that supposed to be impressive?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Well, was it impressive?"
"Nope. Not at all."
"Then no." he smiled. She giggled, shaking her head disbelievingly, as he started the engine.
"So…" she started, feeling a little awkward. He looked at her.
"So what?"
"This is a nice car." She commented, in want of something to say.
"Thanks. It's my dad's, but it's promised to me as soon as I graduate high school." He beamed.
"Your dad sounds nice." She sighed. He laughed, nodding.
"He is, I'm lucky. My parents are cool, but embarrassing. They own a mattress company. And they hold hands a lot." He said, cringing a little. She sighed.
"Don't be embarrassed. You're lucky you have parents like that." She told him.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologised, biting his lip. He realised he'd said something wrong.
"Oh, don't be. It's just…my mom…it's a little different, I guess. I don't see her anymore. But my dad is still in love with her." She sighed, sad. He glanced at her sympathetically.
"Why don't you see her? What happened?"
"She abandoned us when I was nine, and she hasn't been back since. We haven't seen or heard from her for eight years. No phone calls, emails, nothing."
"Why did she leave?" he asked softly. She froze, taken aback. Nobody had ever asked her this before. In the past, when someone had asked about her mom, all she'd had to say was that she left and people clammed up; not wanting to make things uncomfortable. She usually got an apology, and a sudden change in subject.
That was why she was so taken aback by Austin's follow-up question. But, for some reason, she felt like she wanted to tell him. Maybe it was down to the fact that, of everybody in her life, nobody had ever asked and she was desperate to get it off her chest.
Or maybe there was just something about Austin that made her want to talk.
Whatever it was, she found herself answering his question.
"Have you heard of Dianna D?" she asked. He looked surprised by the question, but obviously assumed that she had changed the subject and went along with it.
"Of course! Who hasn't? She's, like, the most famous solo artist on the planet! Why?" he was a little overenthusiastic, and he knew she picked up on it. She smiled darkly.
"Yeah. Well. The 'D' stands for Dawson." She muttered, worried about what his reaction would be. The car swerved to the right slightly, but other than that he seemed calm.
"You mean…?"
"Yeah. The most famous solo artist on the planet is my mother."
"Well shit. That's unfortunate."
…
They pulled up outside Austin's house just after Ally's big confession, and without further comment, Austin got out of the car and waited for Ally to do the same. She walked around the car to stand by his side and he put an arm around her shoulders, smiling down at her.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks. It feels good to finally tell someone." She sighed, relieved. He raised his eyebrows.
"Wait, so…no-one else knows?" he asked, surprised. She shook her head.
"We moved to Miami as soon as she started making big money, but it was all kept under wraps because her management knew the paparazzi would be all over us soon enough if they knew where we lived. We weren't really the most social family, and she was too busy to be home a lot. So then when she eventually left for good, nobody really knew she was even here. I'm sure some people must have seen her around, but obviously no-one's made the connection. Well, obviously there must be some people, but…it's not public knowledge." She explained. He sighed a little shakily.
"But, surely…hasn't anyone ever asked you about your mom?"
"Well, yeah, but once I tell them that she left when I was nine, people tend to stop asking about her. Except you."
"Whoa. So, not even your best friends know?"
"Nope. Trish has no clue, or Dez, or even Dallas." She admitted. He nodded, pretending to know who they were, as he opened the front door. His mouth opened as if to ask more questions, but was interrupted by a woman's voice shouting from inside the house.
"Austin Monica Moon, if you've come back to tell me you've done something to your father's car, so help me God I'll-oh, hello!" the woman-Austin's mom, most likely-stopped and her eyes widened as she walked out of what looked like a lounge and noticed Ally stood a little uncomfortably behind Austin.
"Um…Hi." Ally greeted her shyly.
"Hey, mom. No, I haven't wrecked dad's car. It's completely fine. I just spilled scalding hot coffee on my pants so I need to change." He told her. His mom's eyes widened and she rushed forward.
"Oh, sweetie, are you okay?" she gushed, squatting down to take in the damage done to his pants.
"I'm fine mom. I just need to put some clean pants on." He assured her. She stood up and her expression changed to stern.
"Well, you should be more careful. That might stain. Oh, and where are your manners? Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
"Yeah, right, sorry. Mom, this is Ally. Ally, this is my mom. I'll be back in a minute." He smiled and then rushed off, taking the stairs two at a time. Ally watched him go, then turned to his mother, smiling.
"Hey, um…I'm Ally." She mentally face-palmed, realising that Austin had just said that, but his mother just smiled.
"And I'm Mimi. So, are you a friend of Austin's?" she asked. Ally nodded.
"Yeah, we met at the Rihanna concert a couple of weeks ago and we've been talking ever since. We went for coffee today. Um…it was kinda my fault he spilled his." She admitted. Mimi laughed, rolling her eyes.
"Typical Austin. You know, he'd take a beating before blame someone else for something. Anyway, would you like a drink?" she asked gesturing for Ally to follow her into the kitchen.
"Yes, please, can I have some water?" Ally smiled gratefully when Mimi nodded and grabbed a glass from a cupboard, filling it and handing it to Ally.
"Come on, sit down. Let's talk about Austin while he isn't here." Mimi looked excited and Ally couldn't help but laugh, feeling at ease as she took a seat opposite the older woman. "So, are the two of you being SAFE?"
Ally's eyes widened and she choked on her drink, spluttering unintelligibly. Mimi laughed loudly, shaking her head, as Ally struggled to get her breath back. That was how Austin found them, ten seconds later, when he walked into the kitchen.
"Mom have you seen my…what have you done to Ally?" he asked, darting over to pat her on the back while Mimi rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness.
"Nothing, she'll be okay. Sorry, Ally, I didn't mean to make you choke." Mimi looked apologetic and Ally shrugged, finally regaining the ability to speak.
"It's okay, I was just…surprised." She was still panting and Austin's eyes narrowed.
"Why were you surprised?" he asked her, glancing at his mother a little angrily. Mimi chuckled as Ally's face flushed.
"N-nothing. It's nothing. Never mind."
"Okay then…anyway, mom, have you seen my green board shorts?" he turned back to his mother, rubbing Ally's shoulder absentmindedly.
"No, I haven't. They should be in your closet, unless you've worn them recently."
"I wore them on Tuesday but I didn't put them in the laundry…"
"Well then I probably found them on your floor and put them in there myself."
"Dammit. Now I've got no shorts."
"Can't you wear jeans?" she suggested.
"Yeah, I guess." He sighed reluctantly. Mimi rolled her eyes and looked at Ally, mouthing 'boys'. Ally laughed, but felt guilty.
"I'm sorry, Austin." Ally muttered, looking down at her feet. It was then that she noticed that he'd taken off his coffee-covered shorts and was now only wearing a pair of yellow boxers and a t-shirt. Blushing she looked away and bit her lip. Austin watched her, smirking amusedly.
"You okay Ally?" he asked, amused. She looked up to glare at him. He just laughed, shaking his head.
"Thanks mom, I'll be back in a second." He waved mockingly at Ally and then turned to walk out, and Ally definitely did not look at his ass as he walked. Definitely.
Mentally berating herself, she looked away from the doorway back at Mimi, who was watching her with an eyebrow quirked.
"So, Ally. Are you going to answer my question now?"
Her face, still a little red, flamed even worse and Ally shook her head.
"No!"
"You're not going to answer my question or you're not being SAFE?"
"No, I mean, we're not…we're not together, Mrs Moon. We're just friends."
"Right. So that's why you were staring at my son's bottom when he walked out a second ago?"
Ally, who had finally thought she was safe to take another sip of her water, started choking again. Luckily, this time she managed to stop after a couple of seconds.
"I-I wasn't…I'm sorry." She said, ashamed. Mimi laughed.
"Don't apologise, Ally. I'm glad! Austin's been alone for too long; he needs a nice girl like you. But, please, don't go making any babies. I'm much too young to be a grandma." She said sternly. Ally chuckled.
"I don't think you need to worry about anything like that, Mrs Moon. Austin and I are just friends; and we only met a couple of weeks ago, anyway."
"Okay, I believe you. For now. Oh, look, he's here now. Are you two going out again?" she asked, quickly rearranging her facial features into a warm smile as Austin walked in. This time, thankfully, he was fully clothed. Almost as if he could read her thoughts, he met Ally's gaze and winked at her.
"Yeah, I think we're gonna go back to Full Beanz, if that's what you wanna do, Ally?" he looked at her, questioning. She nodded.
"Sounds good. I'll see you soon, Mimi." Ally beamed at the older woman and darted out of the kitchen, Austin joining her in the hall after hugging his mom goodbye.
They left his house and went back to his car, climbing in and starting the engine.
"So, you sure you wanna go back to Full Beanz? We could do something else if you want."
"No, I need some coffee." Ally quickly cut in. He looked a little puzzled, but shook it off.
They drove to the coffee shop in comfortable silence, laughing when they walked in and received a funny look which morphed into a glare from the waitress who had served Austin before.
"Looks like we weren't expected to come back." He joked. She laughed.
"She probably had to clean up the coffee you spilled earlier."
"Maybe. Oh well, where do you want to sit?" he asked. She shrugged, then walked over to sit down at a little table by the window. He followed her, taking a seat opposite, and smiling.
"So, can I-"
"May I take your order?" the moody waitress asked them, forcing a smile. Austin smiled back, turning on the charm, and winked at her.
"You definitely can. I'll have a black coffee. And no sugar, Sugar. Ally?" he turned to the brunette who was fighting back hysterical laughter at the slightly flushed cheeks and flattered expression on the waitress's face.
"Cappuccino with whipped cream and marshmallows, please." She smiled, a little shyly. The waitress nodded, face softened after Austin's flirting. Once she was gone, their eyes met and they both laughed loudly.
"Austin!" she gasped when she felt him link their ankles under the table. He winked unabashedly, refusing to let her pull her foot away. After struggling briefly she gave up.
"Austin, there's something I have to tell you."
"Wait, no. First, I want to ask you something."
"Oh. Okay then…"
"You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."
"Trust me, I won't." she promised him, making him snort a little. He should have expected that, really.
"Do you miss your mom?" he blurted. Her eyes widened slightly, still not used to questions about her mom, but she didn't mind. In fact, she found herself wanting to talk about it. It was hardly like she could talk to her dad about it. She and Lester avoided any mention of her mom as much as possible, since it only usually led to arguments and tears.
"Sometimes. I don't want her to come home, though, if that's what you mean. I miss having a mom, a mom who loved me, who cared about me. Wanted to be there for me. But obviously she doesn't feel any of those things anymore. My mom doesn't exist anymore. And I don't want Dianna D in my life." She explained. Austin nodded in understanding.
"I guess that makes sense. But wouldn't it be nice, you know, to have her in your life? If people knew you were her daughter, you'd be famous too! And surely you have to miss the money?"
"Well, at first I missed it. But now I realise that we're better without it. And I definitely don't want the fame. I have really bad stage-fright, which means being the centre of media attention would be the worst thing possible for me. Somehow, when she was still living with us, the media didn't really care about me or my dad. And now I suppose most people still think she's single and don't know she even has a daughter. So, yeah, we're kind of unknown and I like that. It was money and fame that tore our family apart, after all. I'm better off without it." She smiled, to show that she really didn't want it. He frowned, though, still unsure.
"So what do you live on? Does she, like, send child support or anything?" he asked. She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Right. As if. Dad tried to contact her about that, back when we started to realise she wasn't coming back after a year or so. We never heard from her, obviously, but her lawyers shot it down. We haven't bothered trying since; dad has a good enough job to keep us living comfortably and I find ways to earn extra money when I want or need something expensive. We own the house we live in, since mom bought it in dad's name. And we don't pay a mortgage, because she bought it straight up. We can always sell it and move somewhere smaller if we're ever struggling, but for now my dad doesn't want to go anywhere. He still thinks she's coming back…" she sighed, eyes watering a little. Austin took her hand in both of his, frowning sadly, and rubbed her foot with his own.
"I'm sorry. Not for how you live, or for the fact that she's gone. I'm sorry that your dad still loves her. That must make things ten times harder."
She nodded, and they drifted into silence for a while, before she perked up and poked his cheek. He'd been staring at something the other side of the shop.
"Can we talk about your parents please?" she asked.
"Um…yeah, I guess, but why?"
"I'm not sure." She shrugged. He laughed a little uneasily.
"Okay, well, like I said, they own a mattress company. It's called Moon's Mattress Kingdom. It's cool, a little embarrassing, but they make a fortune. They want me to take over the business when I'm older, though. We argue about that a lot." He sighed. Ally frowned.
"I'm sorry, that sucks."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, let's save that rant for another day. Um…they go away for business and on vacation a lot, so I have the house to myself a lot of the time. That's fun. My mom always gets my aunt to check on me every night, though, so I can't get up to a lot." He looked genuinely put out by this, and Ally giggled.
"So no wild house parties?" she asked, mock-apologetic look on her face. He pouted and shook his head.
"Nope. And no strippers either."
"Damn, you must be gutted."
"Yes, very. But, yeah, anyway...my parents are really in love, which is nice." He shrugged. She laughed.
"You don't have to downplay it, Austin. Sure, my mom is a bitch, but I know that there are still happy couples out there. I can deal with that."
"I know, I'm sorry. I just don't want to make you feel like I'm rubbing it in."
"Don't worry. So…it's a bit awkward that I don't already know this but how old are you?" she asked him.
"I'm seventeen, eighteen next month. You?"
"Oh. I'm sixteen, only since November, though." She told him, worried that he would react badly to the age gap. He just smiled.
"So do you go to Miami High?" he asked. She nodded.
"You?"
"I go to Princewood." He told her. Her eyes widened.
"You're a Princewood?"
Princewood School for Boys is an all-boys private school, only a mere half hour away from Miami High. They two schools are known for being arch-rivals. The Princewood boys beat Miami High's football, basketball, hockey and swim teams for first place every year. The rivalry, however, has spread from the teams to the rest of the schools.
Another thing about the Princewood boys, however, is that they're notorious womanizers. And despite being known for playing with girls, and being hated by the entire student population, somehow the Princewood boys are desirable. Every MH girl wants to be able to say she's been with a Princewood. Even Trish used to get all doe-eyed and weak-kneed at the sight of a Princewood uniform. That changed, of course, when Dez came along.
Ally had never been bothered, frankly, by the Princewood boys. Sure, some of them were very good-looking, but she was hardly going to get all obsessed with some guys simply because of the school they went to.
"Yeah, I'm a Princewood. And you're a Public."
"Public?" Ally asked, confused.
"That's what we Princeton's call MH girls. We used to call you MH girls but it's a bit of a mouthful." He shrugged. She still looked puzzled.
"Why 'Public' though?" she asked, and his jaw clenched.
"I'd rather not tell you that."
"What? Why?"
"It's derogatory."
"Please, I want to know!"
"Okay, but, erm…you have to know, I don't agree with this at all! I only use the name because, well, everyone does. And I don't think you're like that in any way."
"Like what? Austin, stop being cryptic, just tell me!" she snapped. He sighed, rubbing his neck sheepishly.
"Well, it's supposed to be, like, a double meaning. I guess whoever thought it up figured he was being really smart. Because Miami High is a public school, right? So it's that. But then, also, MH girls have a bit of a reputation at Princewood for being, well…'open to the public'." He mumbled that last bit. Ally had to think for a second, but when she understood his meaning she gasped.
"Oh my God!" she looked affronted.
"Yeah…"
"You're basically calling us all sluts!"
"Well, I'm not. I mean, I use the name but I don't mean it like that. And I know you're not like that, obviously."
"That's terrible. I mean, yeah, we call you guys by a nickname but at least that's just the name of your school, there's no double meaning."
"I know."
"That really pisses me off." She fumed. He smiled at her, rubbing her shoulder.
"Don't let it get to you. What's important is that you're not like that, and I don't think you're like that." He smiled.
She smiled back and then realised how close they were. Their sides were pressed together, and if she wasn't so much shorter than him they were close enough that their noses would be touching. He didn't even realise he was leaning in until her eyes fluttered closed and her lips puckered slightly in readiness for him to kiss her.
"Ally!" she gasped loudly and whirled around to face the person who'd shouted her name. Dallas looked shocked, stood there staring at her, Trish and Dez behind him looking equally taken aback.
"Dallas!" she squeaked. She jumped again when she felt Austin's hand on her arm.
"Ally? Who's this?"
"Fuck. Erm, Austin, there's something I've been trying to tell you…" she whispered, but Dallas cut in.
"I'm her boyfriend. Who're you?" he hissed, stepping forward to take Ally's hand and pull her towards him. Austin's eyes widened.
"Boyfriend?" he choked out. Ally met his eyes and nodded miserably.
"I was trying to tell you earlier, but-"
"Don't, Ally." He cut her off, and she felt a pang of guilt as she watched his features harden into an emotionless mask as he quickly gulped down the rest of his coffee and slammed it down on the table, then stood up. "I'll see you around."
He stormed off then, shooting her one last angry glance before pushing past Dallas and leaving through the front doors.
Ally, Dallas, Trish and Dez stood there for a moment, in silence, before Trish breathed out loudly and spoke. "Wow. He looked mad. Who was that, Als?" she asked. Ally looked at her imploringly and Trish seemed to understand, taking her hand and glaring at Dallas, silently ordering him to let go.
"Ally, are you-"
"Dallas, don't. I'm fine." She muttered.
"Really? Because you looked like you were pretty close to that guy…" Dallas said, and Ally was confused by the concern in his voice. She was expecting anger.
"Yeah, but nothing was going on. I swear."
"Are you sure? Look, Ally, if he approached you…"
"What do you mean?"
"That guy…if he was trying to get you to do anything, I swear-" he started but Ally gasped and stopped him.
"No, Dallas, that wasn't it at all!"
"Are you sure? I've seen that guy before, in Princewood uniform. And we all know what the Princewood's are like." He scowled. Ally felt a flash of anger but forced herself to smile and shake her head.
"Honestly, Dallas. We met at the Rihanna concert and we've been talking. We're friends, that's all."
"Are you sure? When I saw you it looked like he was gonna kiss you. And he seemed pretty mad to find out that I was your boyfriend." He added. She sighed, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart so that she could lie convincingly.
"Right. Because I'm really going to let a guy I just met kiss me when I have a boyfriend as amazing as you. And that's probably just because I didn't tell him before." She scoffed. He seemed to settle for that, and leant down to kiss her.
"Okay, come on Ally, the two of us need some girl time. You two boys do what you want, we can meet at the mall in two hours. Okay?" Trish cut in, grabbing Ally's wrist and squeezing in such a way that told Ally exactly what she was thinking; I don't believe you for one second.
"Okay." Dez and Dallas agreed. Dez and Trish hugged goodbye briefly, while Dallas went in for another kiss but ally turned her head so it landed on her cheek.
"Bye Dallas." She said hurriedly, as Trish dragged her outside. Once they were out, Trish stopped to talk but Ally shook her head and started speed-walking down the street.
"Whoa, Ally, slow down!" Trish hissed from behind her. Ally didn't stop until they were a good few metres away from the coffee shop, and even then she had to look back to be sure that the boys hadn't followed them out.
"Sorry, I'm just majorly freaking out." She muttered. Trish nodded.
"Tell me about it. So, spill."
"Spill what?"
"Look, Ally, Dallas may have bought that garbage but that was only because you complimented him. And me being a girl, I know for sure that that boy was about to kiss you. And you definitely weren't putting up a fight. So, spill." Trish looked at her so sternly that Ally's resolve crumpled.
"Okay. You're right, he was about to kiss me. And I was going to kiss him back."
"But we interrupted you before you did, right?"
"Right. But, Trish…everything else I said, pretty much, was true. I did meet him at the concert and we stuck together and then my dad drove him home. I walked him to the door and…"
"And what?" Trish pressed. Ally took a deep breath and glanced around one last time.
"And he kissed me." She confessed. "And I didn't even feel bad. Trish, I forgot about Dallas."
"You what?" Trish gaped, aghast. Ally nodded, deflated.
"Yup. And then I was walking back to the car and my phone went off and I thought it was Austin-I gave him my number- and it was Dallas and I froze. I literally forgot about my boyfriend!" Ally was freaking out by this point. She hadn't realised quite how bad this was until she was telling someone out loud. Trish looked equally freaked out, but then she shook her head and calmed down a little.
"I don't get it, Ally. I thought you were completely in love with Dallas?" she asked. Ally sighed, shrugging.
"So did I, Trish."
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Song of the chapter: Alone Again, by Alyssa Reid ft P Reign
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