AN: Thank you so much for all the favourites, follows, reviews, and even views. I'm feeling a lot more confident than I have been for a while, so thanks for that:) Just a tiny warning, there is some swearing in this chapter and will be for the remainder of the story. I'm sorry if that's offensive, but I'm going for realism and not Disney channel. Now without further ado, Chapter 2!

...And I'm entertained that rhymed. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the show, I only own my ideas.

Parties & Mistakes

Chapter 2: Ally's POV

"Ally," Trish said wildly as I made my way down the stairs. "I'm so sorry that I left you there last night! I was tired and I had to sleep and I thought you were with Austin and that he could take you home, but I guess not. And then I texted Austin and he replied this morning that he hadn't seen you. Which is worrisome and just makes me feel even worse for abandoning you there!" she rambled on.

"Did you explain this whole abandoning thing to my mom?" my voice came out slightly odd, and whimpering at first. Was Austin covering for me? Or did he truly not remember me being there?

She raised her eyebrows but nodded. She'd probably told my mom that story in about the same words, which would lessen my punishment but still make her wonder. No one knew why I had disappeared, and if I could help it, no one would ever find out the truth. If anyone found out... Well there'd be hell to pay.

But then there was my bra. The one fact that terrified me, the fact that someone might be able to figure out it was mine. Thank God my mom stopped putting my name in my underwear years ago. That could've ended so much worse than it is now. But it's still a bra, at her house, in the room with her boyfriend. Where we'd basically done the nasty. No, not basically, certainly.

Because him and I, we're idiots. Nothing but idiots. I cannot believe I did that. I cannot believe that we did that. I'm the mistress, I'm the other woman, and I did not want to own up to that. I wanted to stay home and just lay on my bed and cry. But, in order to do that I would need to confess to what I had done, what we had done, and there was no way in hell I was doing that.

"Ally?" It was Trish again, staring at me with confusion bright in mind. I couldn't tell if she had been talking and I, not listening, or if I had just zoned out. Either way I looked weird as hell.

I flashed a smile her way and gestured toward the door. "Shall we?" I asked.

She exited the open door and yelled a quick goodbye to my parents. I stepped out into the blazing sunlight and felt like hissing. It hurt to look at. Well I guess I still had a hangover. Still had? Please, why would it be gone now. I moved down the front walkway, even steps, trying not to aggravate the building headache.

"Okay," Trish started "What the hell happened with you last night? Screw being apologetic and abandoning and shit, this is your fault. You got piss drunk, and I mean like plastered! That's why I told Austin to look after you. But, Austin was super drunk too so that probably wasn't a good plan. Like honestly? Did you guys forget it was Thursday?"

"Can we please take this down a level, your voice hurts," I closed my eyes for a split second before she began shrieking again.

"See! You shouldn't have drunk that much! Did you not realize there was shit in the punch? And like every drink that you would've thought was non-alcoholic? That's what screwed you over! That's what screwed you both over!"

I looked at her then, her arms flailing wildly, eyes a shade darker than normal. She was mad at me? She had no right to be mad at me! She was the one who dragged me there after all!

"Okay," I laughed the tiniest bit. "First of all when you're angry your grammar becomes horrible. Whatever I'll let it slide. But come on Trish, you're blaming me for this? You're the one who dragged me there!"

"Well it's good to know you will totally be responsible in the future."

"Hey! I made it home!"

"Whatever," she snorted and waved a hand at me dismissively. "How much you drank doesn't matter. It's what happened to you that I care about."

She looked at me inquisitively and for a second, I thought about telling her. It would certainly be a gigantic weight off my chest if she knew. Or maybe it would add another weight? She'd probably be both scolding and excited at the same time. I knew she had her ships, her secret ones that she'd never tell anyone, the ones she did for 'real people'. Austin and I were a ship of hers. Which was a main factor in why I decided not to tell her.

"I don't know. I was with Austin," I swallowed hoping that this lie wasn't obvious. "Then I wasn't. I woke up in one of the guest rooms all alone. I have no idea how I got there, all I know is that Kira was nice enough to lend me a free ride home."

It was a half truth. At least it was that, I've never been a good liar but apparently this time it was convincing enough.

I looked ahead again and listened to Trish ramble on about her night. Apparently she had been trying to pick up some guy last night, not that I took the time to notice. But nothing wound up working and he left with another girl. For a second I felt bad for her. I'd be a bad friend if I didn't feel bad, but I had other things to worry about. The school had come into view and it looked busier than usual.

"God, she must've been pissed!" I heard one girl say.

"Talk about a horrible five am wake up call," another passerby said.

"Dude, she didn't deserve that. He's such an asshole, you don't do that to a girl!" one of the popular guys spoke.

"Okay," Trish stalled. "What's going on? Everyone is buzzing about something, my gossip senses are tingling."

She smirked as we walked in the front door but my face dropped. My eyes zeroed in on the bulletin board and my head started pounding. Oh. My. God. Trish continued to walk towards it, pushing through a huge crowd of people. I heard moans of displeasure, saw shakes of heads, and a few people arguing. How could one person cause all of this? Maybe it was three people, I don't know. But this was crazy. The whole school was up in arms. And here I was standing next to Trish trying to make it look like I wasn't guilty.

Trying to make it look like my bra wasn't up for display.

Trish gasped and plucked the piece of paper off the wall. I figured something horrible was on the paper, but was it about me? Had I been outed? Austin certainly had been, and I had no doubt that it was Kira who did this.

But when Trish handed me the note, I knew it wasn't about me just yet. This was all about Kira. All she wanted to do was shame Austin, shame the 'mystery whore'. What have I done?

"Ally, read it!" Trish called to me. And when I only glanced down she snatched it away, deciding to read it aloud.

"To the slut which this bra belongs to,

As cute as your whoreish little bra style is, it doesn't belong. You fucked my boyfriend last night and you fucked with the wrong person. But I don't think you care. I just want you to know that your precious little article that was on your tiny chest last night, is safe. So take it and claim your man whore, he's of no worth to me now. I hope this was worth it.

Love Kira."

God that was poignant. Love? Seriously? That's probably the bitchiest way you can sign a hate letter. But this was bad, all anger aside from her pasting my bra on the board and repeatedly calling me a slut/whore/bitch, this was bad. I'd totally just jeopardized Austin's whole record deal future. What if Kira made her dad take back the deal?

Trish was staring at my face, shaking her head. "Yeah, that's how I feel," she spoke slowly and scoldingly. She was pissed at him, or maybe pissed at Kira. But there was fire in her eyes.

"Do you know what this means for Austin?" I whispered, finally finding my voice. Her eyes widened when she figured it out and her head turned down. I heard a few curse words before the foyer went quiet. This could only mean one thing.

Austin had arrived.

The crowd parted and a blonde head came into view. Dez was following behind, laughing and joking with Austin, completely oblivious to all the angry people staring at them. When they got to the front of the room they both stopped, Dez staring at the bra as if it was the first he had ever seen. Austin looking guilty.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Trish was the first to speak.

Austin's eyes went from the bra, to the note in Trish's hand, to the angry students, to my eyes. In that one flickering glance I saw the look. Not only was there guilt, which would be expected, there was also recognition and sorrow. He knew. He remembered and he knew. And I hated it. If I started crying right here and now they'd all know, but there was only so much left that I could stand.

"I- I" Austin stuttered. All these people were waiting on what he was about to say next, waiting for some heartfelt apology, or explanation. He looked up at Trish and I. He was blank. There was no explanation for this. No explanation, except for the fact that we were both horrible people.

Trish shook her head and shoved the note into his limp hands. The colour drained from his face as he realized that Trish had lost all faith in him too. I almost felt as isolated as he did, felt as if I could be in my own world. I felt trapped in my thoughts, trapped in something that seemed like a nightmare. The feeling still didn't dissipate when the bell shocked me out of my reverie. All the bell did was make me finally look at him completely for the first time that morning. He looked about as good as I did. Hair disheveled, no colour on his face, posture was slouching, there was no chipper Austin in sight. The Austin that had been there the night before was gone. I was a horrible person.

"Austin," I whispered, unsure if he even heard.

"Ally!" Trish called, grabbing onto my wrist. "It's time for class, lets go."

She started to pull me away as the crowd dispersed. One last glance at Austin told me he had heard my whisper. One last glance at Austin told me he was sorry.

AN: I would love to hear what you thought about this. Also just a warning/statement I'm most likely only going to post once a week. I think every Sunday, so far is a good idea. I have 8 of my chapters completed so far, but there's a fair amount to go. So once a week seems fair, but it might get more spread out depending on how quickly I work. Thanks for reading:)