Ally's POV
I sighed in bliss as Dallas played with my hair. We were just hanging out in my room, listening to music as we cuddled on my bed. The sound of his heartbeat beat in a steady rhythm.

"Ally," he said into my hair. I smiled as his chest vibrated beneath my cheek when he talked. "Hmm?" I responded.

"How was the concert?" he asked. I sat up and turned so that I could see his expression, which was emotionless. It was strange, really. At first, Dallas didn't want to know anything about that night, so now that he wants to know it seems a little weird, right?

"It was really fun," I responded. What? He doesn't need to know all the details! Well, he is my boyfriend now... "Austin was really nice to me," I told him with more confidence, "he even paid for my snacks." Dallas raised his eyebrows at me since he's never offered to pay for me when we went out. Well, it was only once and that time he didn't have cash and I wanted to pay anyway, see, he's still a good guy!

"Oh really?"

I nodded, "and he wasn't mean at all that night. Austin was so sweet and funny to me. I think he's going to be a really great friend." Dallas crossed his arms as he seemed unhappy with this answer. I tilted my head in confusion, "What?"

"Sounds like you had a great time," he stated, flatly. I was about to answer when my phone rang. It was Austin. Without thinking, I picked up.

"Hey Als," he greeted. I found myself smiling at the sound of his voice.

"Hey Austin," I responded as I watched Dallas sit up when I mentioned Austin's name.

"So are you busy tonight?"

"Uh..." I looked at Dallas, who was shaking his head 'no' frantically at me. What was the problem? We didn't have plans together and Austin was just a friend. I swear, Dallas is acting pretty strange lately. "Nope," I replied. I kept my gaze to the ground so that I couldn't be able to see Dallas' angry expression.

"Cool, come over with Tasha to my place," he said, the smile evident in his voice, "Bye Ally."

"Bye." I hung up and sighed, still not looking at Dallas. That became hard, however, when he moved closer to me. I stood up and walked to my window seat before I dared to look at him, and saw that his eyes were now filled with anger. What have I done?

"You'd better not go see him tonight," he spat. I flinched, "why not? We're just friends, he even invited Tasha over, so stop being so jealous!"

Dallas stood up in rage, his hands forming huge fists. Scared, I backed into a corner but he only followed. Stupid move, Ally. He grabbed my wrists, squeezing them hard. I bit my lip to refrain from screaming out loud in pain.

"I'm not jealous! Can't you see he only wants to get into pants? This whole 'just friends' thing is a whole lot of crap!"

That made something inside of me snap. "Austin is my friend, Dallas! I don't know what the heck your problem is and I don't care, you can't tell me what to do."

The next events all happened so fast. I was on the floor, my hands on my throbbing cheek and Dallas stood above me saying insignificant words. I could not believe this, Dallas has always been the charming, sweet guy but this... this was just wrong. It was like he had been swapped with some evil clone. I didn't want to believe that he had actually hit me. I felt the tears running freely before Dallas stopped and helped me up.

"Ally... I'm so sorry," Dallas started, looking at me, "I didn't mean to hit you... stop crying I'm sorry... It was an accident." I shook my head at him, "Dallas what is wrong with you?" I asked him, quietly.

"Ally..."

I motioned to the door, "please, just go." Dallas shot me one more apologetic glance before he left the room. I got up and walked to my bathroom. In the mirror, I scanned my cheek. No serious damage, just a red hand-shaped mark. I touched it gently, making me wince at the sting. My wrists on the other hand, were swelling up slightly. I couldn't believe Dallas, my perfect boyfriend, did this to me. He did seem very sorry, though. Should I forgive him?

I went back to into my room to take a nap.

Hours later, I awoke to someone tapping on my window. I sighed and glanced at the time on my phone, 7:35pm. Austin was at my window mouthing, 'wake up' to me. I chuckled slightly before I got up to open the window, glancing in the mirror as I did so. The mark on my cheek from this afternoon had faded, but my wrists...

I opened the window with caution, as not to hurt my wrists. Austin sat on my window ledge, his legs dangling into my room.

"I never thought you'd wake up," he said with a laugh. I smiled at him since I still wasn't in the mood for talking. I hid my hands behind my back so that he wouldn't notice my wrists. Austin looked at me in curiosity,"What's wrong?"

I looked at my red painted toenails, avoiding him, "nothing."

Austin raised his eyebrows at me, "you know liars don't go to Heaven?"

"I'm not lying!" I defended myself fiercely. I looked up at him as I did this, which was a mistake. Austin just crossed his arms and smirked at me, "I never said that." I sighed in annoyance, knowing he had won this fight.

"So are you going to tell me?"

"No."

Austin put his hand to his heart, "I thought we were friends, and friends don't keep secrets from each other!" I rolled my eyes. Drama queen...

"Well, there's nothing to tell. Now, are we going to stay here talking all night or are we still going to your place?" Austin sighed in defeat, "okay, come on." He held out his hand for me to take. I hesitated, "Uh, I'm going to change."

"You look fine."

"I'm feeling cold," I stated as I walked into my walk-in closet and grabbed a long sleeved top to cover my hands. Austin got up and followed me, a sly smile on his face. I stopped unbuttoning my shirt crossed my arms, blocking any view. Austin rolled his eyes at me, "fine, I'll go outside..."

I chuckled to myself as I quickly dressed, positive that he wouldn't sneak up on me again. "Okay I'm rea... Austin what are you doing?" I screamed, jumping onto him in anger. We both fell onto the bed, and whilst he was distracted I grabbed my journal from him. I started whacking him with it repeatedly whilst he struggled to break free. Honestly, you would think he'd have learnt by now...

"Ah, okay, okay! Ow, stop it I'm sorry!" He said as I whacked him. He grabbed my wrists, making me wince in pain and fear. He noticed this and opened his mouth to speak just as the door opened. Tasha, mom and Sonya rushed in.

"What's wrong?" my mom asked anxiously, "what happened? Ambulance or first aid kit? Oh my gosh-" She stopped, staring at us with wide eyes. Tasha snickered and Sonya scowled.

"Umm, are we disturbing something in here?" Tasha asked me. Austin and I looked at each other and blushed. That must have looked really wrong; our hair messed up, our breathing ragged and our clothes were wrinkled. Not to mention how tangled we were on my bed. ...Awkward...

Austin moved his hands from my wrists and sat up. I got off of him and awkwardly cleared my throat, "no, everything's fine..."

Sonya snorted, "yeah, I bet you guys were having a great time. What with that screaming and all..."

"¡Cállate!" (Shut up!) Austin snapped at Sonya, who rolled her eyes at him.

"Austin, what are you doing in Ally's room, anyway?" mom asked, her eyebrows raised. Austin put up his hands in defence, "it wasn't like that! I just wanted to ask Ally and Tasha to come over."

My mom relaxed, "okay then." She walked out of my room, leaving Sonya and Tasha behind. Sonya put her hands on her hips, "so, Ally and Tasha, huh?"

"Not now, Sonya," Austin groaned in annoyance, doing a face palm.

Sonya didn't listen, "what about me? I'm your friend, your buddy, your lover not them!" Austin shot her a look of pure horror, "Whoa, whoa, back up. Lover? No one said anything about us being lovers." He said the word with disgust. I crossed my arms smugly. Why I was smug, I think it was because I was watching Austin reject Sonya. And enjoying every minute of it.

"Austin, come on, we were even crowned Queen and King of prom last year. It's destiny."

"Fuck no, we weren't even together for a week, get that into your mind." Sonya gaped at him in shock, "are you... are you breaking up with me?" Austin rolled his eyes at her, "let's go guys." He took my hand and led me and Tasha out of my room, to the window. Sonya scowled at the door of my bedroom, "Allyson Marie Dawson, I will get you for this!" I rolled my eyes at her as Austin opened the glass doors to his bedroom. Tasha and I gasped in awe.

His room was a deep shade of blue on two walls and dark red on the other two walls. There were posters of rock bands and various guitars hung on one side of the wall. In a corner was a keyboard, much like the one in the practise room, and a drum set. Austin also had a huge king-sized bed that stood on its own wall. On another side of the room was a huge plasma screen TV and a couch. He also had a walk-in closet and a private bathroom. Dang, his parents were rich.

Tasha sighed in bliss as she plopped onto the white leather couch. She grabbed the remote, "let's watch a movie."

"What should we watch?" Austin asked, scanning his vast DVD collection. "Oh, I know!" he exclaimed, "Let's watch Despicable Me 2!"

Tasha smiled at him, "honey, that's for children."

Austin pouted and put the case back, "fine, how about The Smurfs?"

Tasha sighed, "I'll pick." I went to the remote on the couch and scanned the DSTV on Demand list, and spotted Marley and Me. I squealed, "guys, let's watch Marley and Me!"

Tasha agreed, sitting next to me. Austin sat, "But I don't do chick flicks."

"Please? For me?" Tasha asked, batting her eyelashes. "Oh, for you?" Austin said, "Nah."

By the end of the movie – Austin gave in eventually – Tasha and I were in tears. We sobbed into tissues and blew our noses and all, and I'm pretty sure I heard Austin sniff from beside me. I turned to him, "Are you crying?"

Austin looked away, "what? Men don't cry... I have allergies..."

Tasha and I chuckled and pulled him in for a group hug. Austin's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "Mm, maybe I should have allergy acttacks more often," he whispered in my ear. I shuddered as his warm breath tickled my ear before pulling away from him, "really, Austin, really?" (Sorry, I just had to put CDC's line there...)

Austin just smirked at me in response. Tasha yawned, "It's pretty late, I'm going to hit the hay."

Austin groaned, "Aw, we just saw a movie!"

"We'll hang out tomorrow!" Tasha said as she jumped into my open window. I turned to Austin, I really didn't want to go just yet. I yawned as well and tiredly ran a hand through my hair, causing Austin to gently grab my elbow. I winced, memories of Dallas flooding back.

"What is this?" he asked, pointing to my exposed wrist. I guess the cuff of my sleeve had come up whilst I stretched. Smooth move, Dawson.

"Umm, uh..." I looked at the ground, avoiding his gaze as I tried to think of a lie. Austin held my chin, forcing me to look up at me."What happened?"

"I... it was..."

"Was it that Dallas kid?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing in obvious anger. I bit my lip in fear before I shook my head. Dallas had apologised, and he had said it was an accident, right? So there was no reason to report him since it was done.

"No," I lied, "It was... an allergy! I guess it was one of my bracelets, they probably have some metal I'm allergic to." Austin raised his eyebrows at me, he obviously didn't believe me.

"Allergies?"

"Yes, allergies. Now, I'm really tired so if you don't mind..." I quickly took my hands from his grasp and walked out of his room and climbed into mine. I felt really bad about lying to Austin; he seemed pretty worried... but everyone deserved a second chance, right? Just then, my phone beeped. A new message from Dallas.

I need to talk to you. Meet me 2morrow?

Yep, everyone deserved a second chance.

Not everyone...

Okay, in the first scene with Dallas and Ally, I didn't mean to offend anyone if I did in anyway. I don't take that type of stuff lightly. Secondly, I'm sorry it's been so long since I last updated, I don't have an actual excuse... But anyway, whattaya think of this chapter? Until next time!

Sammie ;)