AN: Ugh I had some problems uploading this one... Oh well! Thank you all for the support, keep the love coming I'm loving it;). As a reward for your love, here is chapter 3! Read, enjoy, and review!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Austin & Ally, but I do own this idea!

Parties & Mistakes

Chapter 3: Ally's POV

I knew that Trish was talking to me, I could see the worry and anger lines on her face. I could see her hands flailing wildly as if that made the message more important. I knew she was talking about Austin and how furious she was with him, but most of myself didn't even care. I was more preoccupied with the fact that I was completely involved with this situation. I mean sure, this is pretty worrisome, and from the outside I can see the anger, but it didn't matter to me right now. Everything had changed in an instant, I was no longer the girl that everyone thought I was. To use Kira's words, I was a slut.

I gasped, and not because I had mentally called myself a slut, but because I had the worst cramp of my life just happen to me. I grasped at my stomach for a second, barely having time to think about how weird it was before I had another shooting pain. And then a settling pain in my back. Really? So this is what I get for having sex. Awesome. I get to feel like one of those horrible crampy, nausea filled period days. Well, sex is just awesome.

"Ally are you okay? You seem like you're in pain?" Trish looked at me, her anger towards Austin seeping into worry for me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I nodded, holding my left side where a cramp was persisting.

"Is it that time of the month? I thought we synced up years ago. Didn't that happen? And I mean it's not that time for me so why should it be for you?"

I looked at her and smiled, a smile which shortly turned into a laugh. She stated at me, cocking her head to the side like a confused little puppy, which only made me laugh harder.

"You're crazy aren't you?" she laughed at me, sinking down into her seat.

"You know those days before you start where your body is just like, preparing or something? I assume it's one of those days," one of those really uncomfortable days. She nodded, I must be getting better at lying. A part of me wished I wasn't getting better at lying, because if I wasn't getting better, then I wouldn't be in this situation.

I plopped my bag onto the desk, finding basically nothing. Well shit. I realized two things, in all the haste of this morning I had forgotten to pick up my stuff in my room. And with all the haste of this morning I had forgotten to go to my locker. Pushing my bag to the floor I made the decision to go and actually retrieve my books.

I mumbled an apology and explanation to Trish before leaving the classroom. The halls seemed more crowded than it usually would have been two minutes before class. Everyone was still buzzing. God Austin, why do you have to be so popular? I hated this situation. I wasn't sure if I hated it because he was popular or if I would have hated it if he wasn't. That would make me a horrible person if I only hated it because of the attention. But, then again, if he was dating a less popular, less outgoing girl, she wouldn't have done this. Which would have been worse. She would have been heartbroken. Not that Kira wasn't, she was just taking it a different way...

Before I knew it I was in front of my locker. I had to wrack my aching brain for the combination, numbers that usually came to me easily. 25-55-25. Or numbers around that. Either way, the damn thing wasn't opening. I was clearly incompetent. I rested my head against the cool metal for a second, a calm falling over me. Closing my eyes I realized how tired I was, I also realized that with my eyes closed the headache was significantly less. Backache though, that was still there.

With a sigh I popped my eyes open, ready to try at the lock again. However, I was not expecting the feet I saw next to me. I blinked a few times, shit, I knew those shoes. I followed the shoes up to the face and slightly smiled at him.

"Hey Austin," I spoke softly.

"Do you need some help?" it was the first thing he had said to me all day and he wasn't even looking at me. There was also something about his voice, something that made the next few words come out of my mouth.

"No Austin, I don't need help," I said the words in an even voice, but I could still see the hurt cross his features. Something had changed between us. In a matter of one night we had changed our friendship forever. Looking at him I wanted to cry. I let out a shaky breath as he stared at me, his dark brown eyes piercing me to the core. My locker was a much more interesting subject than the conversation we were going to have. But eventually I looked up, earnestly peering upon his face.

"Sorry," his lips moved, and he turned away. I watched him as he left down the hall. Even his walk had changed. I'd broken him. I'd broken us. I'd broken them. Dammit, I'd broken everything.

The second bell rang and I swallowed my fears and everything that was threatening to bubble over and drown me. I turned back to the locker and quickly managed to open it. Thank God I thought, pulling out what I needed and hastily locking it again. But when I turned around to face the now empty hallway, all I could think of was Austin walking dejectedly along it. I had made that.

When I finally fell into my seat I still felt horrible. I probably looked it too. It was one if those moments where you just decide that life sucks. And that you suck. And that everything just sucks.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Trish asked me.

"Peachy," I replied tersely.

Kira had just sauntered in, cronies in tow. She went up to the teacher and said a few words waving the papers in her hands, and wildly gesturing. Eventually Miss. Daily nodded, a sympathetic look crossing her face.

"Alright everyone, listen up!" Miss. Daily spoke. "Kira would like your attention for the first few minutes of class today."

I moved in my seat, I could already tell whatever she had to say was going to be uncomfortable. I was also just trying to find a spot where my back wouldn't be yelling at me. Or so to speak. Damn those weird cramps and stupidly hung over headache. Oh life was great.

"Hello everyone," Kira grinned a 10 watt smile at the front of the classroom. The only way I could think of describing her look was evil. "I'm sure you all know what happened yesterday evening at my party."

A&A

Well if we're being accurate it was probably this morning around 12am. Or the whole ordeal started around that time. Austin had pulled me into the room after I had been complaining about it being too loud.

"There is that better?" he asked stumbling onto the bed.

"Wow!" I stated dumbly. "It's huge in here! It's like the size of a house!" a laugh escaped me as I walked over to where he was and tripped over my own feet. "Ouch," I mumbled.

"That didn't hurt!" he said, jokingly slapping me. "It's a bed silly!"

I stretched out over the plush yellow comforter. It was probably the comfiest thing I had ever laid my ass on. And I was tired and I felt like sleeping.

"Don't be going to sleep, Trish will be mad or whatever if you do," Austin spoke, poking my side.

I swatted at his hand telling him to stop. Trying to make myself open my tired eyes. "Is it bright in here or is it just me?"

"Her whole house is bright," Austin mumbled, lying down on the bed next to me.

"She isn't!" I laughed to myself and heard laughter come from beside me as well. "Would you close the blinds? It's too light."

Somehow that sentence made sense to us. Even though it was night and there wasn't any light coming through. Even though the bright hanging chandelier like lights were on above us. But, he got up and shut the blinds and when he laid back down beside me, I sighed in content. Apparently it made a difference. I was nearly asleep when he spoke again.

"You know, she really is stupid."

"Who is?" I asked dimly and turned to face him.

"Kira," he stated as if it were obvious. "She's pretty but dumb."

"Pretty dumb," I laughed at my own joke.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, taking it way too seriously and bolting up straight on the bed. "She's failing 2 courses at school"

"Damn," I muttered. "And I thought she just dressed like a slut!" he laughed from beside me, lazing back on the bed and I continued. "But then you must like that."

"I thought she was a lot smarterer when we first started whatever."

"Her breath stunk, she's stupid, she probably doesn't brush her teeth."

"That's nasty!" he looked genuinely disgusted. "And I kiss that!"

"Ew!" I exclaimed as if I was four years old and afraid of cooties again.

We both laughed, falling over each other. Our legs were entangled, my head moving onto his chest. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, as if he had suddenly become serious again.

"I mean who is so stupid that they have a party on a Thursday? I get that it's Halloween but she could've done Friday!"

And the laughter continued. It was pointless. I have no idea what we were even talking about, it's all a blur in my mind. I remember insulting her hair, and her slutty clothes, and how people only liked her for her father. I remember constantly laughing, constantly in contact with him, touching him. Until the clock struck 1 in the morning.

And then we kissed.

I don't know how it happened. I don't know if we had kept laughing or if we were serious. All I know is that after that kiss we went way too far. After that we changed everything.

A&A

I felt a rush of air fly past my face and suddenly there was a sheet of paper on my desk. I looked at the foreign paper and saw numbers all the way down the page. Clearly I'd blanked out. But, I quickly came to the realization that this was a quiz handed out by Kira. She was stampeding around the room handing out the papers, a triumphant smile on her face. I wanted to slap that smile right off it, but that would give me away wouldn't it?

"Now," Kira said, coming back to the front of the room. "Please answer all the questions truthfully, I want my answer."

I caught a roll of an eye from Trish then glanced down at the sheet. No scratch that it was two sheets. 30 questions. Damn this was thorough.

1. What is your name?

2. Were you at the party last night?

3. Do you associate with my now ex Austin?

4. Are you attracted to my now ex Austin?

5. Were you alone with my now ex Austin last night?

6. What is the size of your bra?

7. Are you a virgin?

8. Were you a virgin before last night?

9. Did you lose your virginity at the party last night?

10. What time did you leave the party last night?

11. How did you leave the party last night?

12. Are you currently on your period?

13. Should I be having my sheets washed of your grimy vagina?(optional if you want to come right out and say who you are).

14. If I so believe that you are the culprit, and you deny it, are you willing to be medically tested?

15. Do you have any STD's that you are aware of?

16. Do you have any medical issues down below?

17. Did you consume any alcohol last night?

18. How much alcohol did you consume last night?

19. Do you even remember what happened last night?

20. Did you wake up with my now ex Austin next to you?

21. Did you and him conspire to hurt me?

...

The questions went on like that.

She wanted her answer no matter the cost. I realized in that moment, that if I wanted to come off clean in this situation, I needed to lie. Lie on a good handful of these questions. These were such stupid questions. Questions based on anger and not true thought, the English nerd in me wanted to just make corrections on the spelling mistakes and grammar problems, but that could dig me in to a deeper hole. More than likely, it would.

"Kira," one of the girls scoffed after having read the list. "Some of these questions are a bit personal."

The boy sitting next to her looked curious and tried to sneak a peak at the list. An attempt that was in vein when Kira suddenly slammed her hand on to the desk.

"It's not personal if you have nothing to hide," she spoke. That is so not the definition of personal. Eyebrows went up at this statement, even more went up when she made her next move. "Suspect number one!" she said snidely, snatching the paper away from my fellow classmate.

Everyone quietly finished their quizzes after that, no one wanting to be, number two.

AN: Just a little update! I've finished up to chapter 10, so we should be right on schedule. See you all next Sunday! :)