Mestie/N: Welcome back my little monsters! Jks, but welcome back to You're MY Geek! Sorry 'bout the lack of updates, kinda busy these days and I wanted to make this chapter long and perfect. I REALLY CARE ABOUT YOU GUYS (MESTIE HAS TURNED INTO A MOM).

Forgive me?

On the plus side, I went to Costco this week (BTW, it is nothing like Aisle 9. Sorry folks! Damn, I regret trying to use Costco as the store in the story. / You know what, don't even worry about it. ._.) and it was nice. Ahh, childhood.

SHOUTOUT TO LDWINNSUMM! CONGRATS, BRO!

Annnyyywaaay, let's get started! PMMC train is here! Choo, choo!

No?

Fine, Disclaimer: Don't own Austin and Ally or anything you may recognise is this text. No copyright infringement intended.

Aww, dat was all professional! :3 Yay! HEY! 2000+ WORDS EXCLUDING THE MESTIE/N AND LYRICS.

Chapter 3: Punishments and … WHAT?!

Ally P.O.V

In no way was I scared of Mr Grens. I haven't been scared of one principalsince I changed my look.

So I simply smirked as I opened the door with the golden, glistening plaque on the door, reading, 'Principal Andrew Grens'. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, being the little, polite Ally that I am deep, DEEP inside.

Mr Grens looked up from his piles of paperwork, folding his glasses in the process. The middle-aged man sighed and directed me to take a seat next to- WAIT. MY MOTHE- PENNY? No. the only time I will sit next to that repulsive bitch is when hell freezes over (1). So I took a seat in the opposite direction, the plush green recliner creaking as I sat into its soft folds.

An awkward silence began, and I began to imagine what the principal would do to me.

Suspend me?

Hooray! More time for texting!

Make me spend detention?

Sure, why not? I have nothing better to do after school. Plus, the teacher who runs detention is lazier than ME- Miss Jennifer (2) doesn't even care if you leave the class or not, spending her time reading Playboy magazines with her feet propped up onto the table.

Ooh, my favourite one-

EXPEL ME?!

FUCK YEAH! No school for me at Marino?

FOREVER?!

Wow. Wouldn't that would be amazing.

But that still didn't explain why Penny was here. Of course, my dad was going on a convention tour-thing, so he couldn't come, but we had never given the school her number! By this time, the silence was very irritating, so I decided to break it with a, "Why am I here, Grens?"

The two adults in the room shifted uncomfortably. "Well, after the incident at lunch- "

How did the teachers find out about that?! Starr was supposed to- ugh. Starr's the captain of the cheer squad, and she was supposed to distract the teachers at the classroom, like always. Well, I guess she was always a bit of a ditz. "-Your mother and I-"

"No. She's NOT my mom."

"Well," the principal reaches over to his desk and grabbed a single sheet of paper from the middle of his paperwork pile, while the other pieces of paper fell to the ground with a thud!, which went unnoticed by Grens. Penny frowns indignantly as I roll my eyes at the woman. She didn't have the right to be claimed as my mother!

"It says here that she is your birthright mother, is she not, Miss Dawson?"

"So? She doesn't have the right to still want to be called my mother if she left my dad and me to start a frickin camp and cheat on my dad! She left in the middle of my life, and still wants me to treat her like someone who loves me, a MOM? She may be the one who gave birth to me, but she didn't act like one." I splutter. Grens looks at me blankly, before shaking his head and mumbling under his breath. Teenagers, I hear.

"Anyway, Penny and I want to make a better punishment for embarrassing Mr. Moon at lunch today. I am ashamed that my prize student would do such a thing, but not really at the same time. You do do that a lot, am I right in saying this, Allyson?" Grens continues slowly.

I nod my head, causing my brunette curls to slightly move. I feel kinda good, considering he KNOWS I do stuff like this AND I'm the prized student. FUCKING TAKE THAT, MOON!

"Yep. So, does this mean that I am-" I dramatically gasp mockingly, "Suspended?! Oh no!" I exclaim sarcastically.

Apparently, not sarcastic enough for the man to get.

"Fortunately, no! I'm happy to say that you will be only staying with Mrs. Dawson in her summer school/camp-"

NOW IS MY TIME TO DIE.

"-Penny's Music Making Community! Hooray! And, it's for the rest of the teacher's vacation!"

The jolly old man took a noisemaker from his drawer –which I had not imagined for the guy to have, he was a principal- and blew through it cheerfully. Nothing could put a damper to the grey-haired, bubbly man's attitude.

For once in my life, I was completely speechless with Mr. Grens.

Penny simply smirked at me, rubbing her hands together, as if she had MORE evil things to set while I would be at that hellhole.

"But," I told Grens, scared. "Dad won't be okay with this! He said, and I quote, 'never go with the devil. In this case, your mother.'" I attempted to say in an almost-manly way to resemble my dad.

Penny shook her head. The principal raised his lips to says something when-

"I am NOT the devil, Ally. I am a human who just so happened to be happy without Lester." After insulting dad, I had regained my confidence, literally oozing with anger. My chocolate brown eyes turned a serious black-from what I could see in the nearby mirror- as I turned on my heel to face the dark-haired woman who was named Penny

"Don't act like you didn't treat him badly. My father's a nice man, and way out of your league. Ah, no wonder you had to stoop so low with that man-whore." I hiss.

"How dare you call my husband a man-whore! Chester is a good, intelligent, hot man who loves and cares for me."

I roll my eyes at Penny's use of vocabulary. Hot? Seriously?

"Says you. My friend, Chelsea, her mom was sleeping with your 'beloved' Chester when she walked in. Then, Kira-"

"As if. Chestie swore against it."

UGH. Chestie.

"Don't you think that some people lie?" I ask, treating her like I was talking to a five-year-old.

"No," Penny said stubbornly, looking dreamingly 'up to the heavens'. "He will love me forever, and ever, and ever and ev-"

"ENOUGH! CHESTER IS NOTHING LIKE DAD! DAD STILL LOVES YOU, AND THIS IS WHO HE GETS CHEATEED ON?!" I yell at the insane woman. Her smirk falls as soon as I swear, while Principal Grens was just watching us intently, as if we were some kind of experiment. I sigh but keep my confidence enough to finish what I had to say

"Why did you have to cheat on him? Why did you have to be so selfish as to do that to him?"

"And this is the welcome back I get after what, 9 years, Allyson?"

"Well, yeah! You think I would just be oh-so-accepting to the woman who left our family?!"

"Let it go, Ally! (3) It's in the past, and I love Chester!" I stop talking. This is the first and last time I will listen to her intently.

"Look, Ally, sweetie, I never meant to hurt you OR Lester. It's just that we were already fighting and I needed to put off steam. So I called one of my friends, Chester, and we soon, you know, fell for each other. Please accept that I'm happy with him, and I'm sorry I left you with a broken family."

I didn't entirely forgive her (please, I'm not THAT merciful) but I could see where she was coming from. I stayed silent, until-

"Pack your bags. I WILL make it a punishment –you are on toilet duty for the first week," I cringe. Toilet duty?! "Oh, and there will be tons of mud there in PMMC. So, I recommend you get some old clothes rather than your usual Gucci, Prada or Dior, mmm'kay? (4)"

Penny says in a powerful, teacher-like voice. Commanding AND bipolar. Sheesh.

I sigh and nod. As I turn to walk out of the room, the reality of the situation hits me.

And I remember who I am.

A person who DOES NOT get told what to do.

Especially by the person on the entirety of the planet I hate the most.

I turn on my heel to face the wicked witch and the principal, and, once again, regained my attitude and stared into the two chestnut/grey eyes to search for that awesome look of fear.

I stare harder.

There it is.

"Look, guys, I have a question before I go. Why do I get this punishment, just for insulting a boy in class? You DO know this has happened before, correct?" I ask her. I just need to know.

"W-well, I-I-I, u-um. Y-you see, I-uh-" the two stammer. So THAT'S where the stammering came from.

Just from that set of stammers, I now understand.

"You two want to CHANGE me, don't you?"

"Mayyyybbbeee…" Penny and Grens mumble in unison. Now who's the adult NOW, bitch?!

"I WILL pack my bags. I WILL do as you say. BUT I AM ONLY DOING IT FOR DAD."

Doing it for dad? Where the hell did that come from? I wondered quietly to myself as I exited the room loudly, slamming the plaque off the door. The secretary Miss Leoni (5) continued to yell her voice out at me for doing so as I stormed out of the office, to my locker with my bags and books to leave the school doors for the next month or so.

Well, you could've guessed I slammed those doors as well. Everyone in the school could always tell if I was pissed – my narrowed eyes, clenched fists and ears burning bright red, people gave way and let me exit. I stepped into my vintage, red car and began to drive home.

One thing was fully known by yours truly.

Only 5 words.

I hate Austin and Penny.

Life at home was quite boring, spending time with me, myself and I. It was sad to say that Kat, my cousin, only gets to come during summer holidays, and yes, we are good with eachother –no fighting like I do with the rest of my cousins. I frowned bitterly and went to get my black-rimmed glasses (sort of like A-geek's) from the bedside table, which, obviously, had no actual glass and went to check LookChapter (6) for updates. Ugh. Nothing.

I had already finished my homework, the dishes, cleaning, so what else could I do? An idea pops into my head and I continuously check my room for my special something from my childhood.

I finally got to grab the brown, dog-eared pages of my book.

It was the only thing I accepted as a gift from Penny. Before she left for Hot Chester, she gave me a brown, leather book. She knew of my talent and aspiration to become a singer/songwriter, so she opened the yellowing pages and taught me how to write a song.

I am, non-admittedly, grateful for Penny's time.

Ugh, those words sound so disgusting and foreign in my mouth. Ew.

I began to write some lyrics. Who knew? Today, of all days, would be enough inspiration to allow me to actually write a song for the first time in forever (7).

I used to build you up, to watch you tear me down

I'd always let you in and let you kick me out

You used to make me laugh, but now you make me sick

Thought you were just so dope, but now you're full of it

Ahh, Austin. Haven't YOU changed.

'Cause all day and all night

I would take all of your shhh (your what?)

Okay... A rule about making songs…

I don't use explicit language in songs. I can swear in real life, but not in my songs. Songs are a sort of special thing for me, a very private matter.

Yeah, all day and all night

But I'm o-over it

He called me so many times, during midnight, in the early morning, attempting to apologize.

I guess I overreated like Austin said.

No.

I am not weak.

I WILL NOT forgive A-geek. Ever.

That was my mantra that came to mind whenever I was close to becoming his friend. I will never show I am weak enough to be interested in him.

It's all good

Yeah, baby, it's alright

I release you tonight

It's all cool, n-no need to think twice

I release you

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

Yeah

You said you need your space, how 'bout a thousand miles?

How 'bout I change the locks, in case you change your mind?

I waited patiently for you to come around

I used to hold it in, but now I'm freakin' out

That's all that I could come up with, so I decided to try to name the title of my masterpiece as I hummed to the future tune of the song.

Goodbye?

Nah, not fitting.

Forgive?

Meh. Going a bit off-topic…

I thought hard.

Release You? (8)

Yes! That was it! I scribbled the name on the top of the page neatly with my pen, and closed my book. I closed my book and let myself fall into the comforting sheets of my bed, clutching my fractured, old, brown book with the red A on the cover.

I decided, after a few brief minutes laying in my fluffy, red sheets, to get ready for next week, packing a suitcase and a duffel bag – I may be a girl, but seriously, I don't really need that much stuff – with clothes, my book and pencil case set, plastic bags for laundry purposes and some toiletries. I am sort of a perfectionist for time-management, so I always prepare early. I have tons of old clothes I can wear that are cute AND STILL comfortable/washable. Being smart and pretty has its perks, people!

Ugh, I am SUCH a girl.

By the time I was to jam my bags shut, my phone rang. As beads of sweat trailed down my face from attempting to properly shut the suitcase, I reached for my phone which had its designated area in my pocket. I unlocked it and answered without taking notice of the caller ID, holding the phone with my neck.

"Hello?"

"Hi chica! ¿qué pasa?" Hi girl! What's up? A familiar voice rings in Spanish through the phone, somehow dully. (8)

Yep, definitely Trish. I knew what she was saying, and let's just say I learnt how to speak/learn it when Trish's dad watches T.V.

"Suenas abajo, fashionista. dime lo que pasa!" I say in fluent Spanish, concerned. You sound down, fashionista. Tell me what's up!

"Oh, me olvidé de hablar español! Bueno, me llamaron a la oficina también, y parece que me voy a ir a ir a ese infierno PMMC como castigo por haber participado en la sesión de embarassment / ceremonia de la Luna. Parece que todo nuestro grupo va allí, chica. Eso significa que no estaremos solos!" My bubbly friend says, slightly happy at the end.

Oh, I forgot you speak Spanish! Well, I got called to the office too, and it seems like I'm going to go to go to that hellhole PMMC as punishment for participating in the embarrassment session/ceremony for Moon. It seems like our entire group is going there, girl. That means we won't be alone!

"I'm going to stop speaking Spanish now 'cause my throat hurts, but that's awesome. So, I guess I'll see you guys at the hellhole next Monday. See you then, chica!"

"Bye, chica! Be safe and beware of Penny, the wicked witch!" Trish jokes, then hangs up. I sigh.

Well, I JUST CANNOT wait 'til next Monday.

Mestie/N: And that's that! Hope you enjoyed this edition of the story, 'cause I feel satisfied! Please take time to fav/like/follow! Thanks for that REVIEW! Love you!

When hell freezes over- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (book) reference, Potterheads!

Jennifer is the name of my aunt who works at a hospital, but she is probably nothing like that.

Don't kill me for the Frozen reference, but WHAT UP DISNEY?!

Anyone else watch South Park?

My mom's mean ex-boss's name, Leoni.

Don't stab me for another Frozen reference. I HAVE MY NINJA SKILLS!

Facebook turned into LookChapter. I probably ruined you. ;P

Don't own it, Release You by Megan and Liz. Awesome song!

I can speak English, Filipino, Spanish (when you learn Filipino, it's WAY easier to learn Spanish, because it's similar) and a bit of Italian.

Gracias por leer! Thanks for reading!

MESTIE OVER AND OUT