A/N: How is everyone doing? I hope you're all fabulous! :) I'm so tied down with school and work and extracurricular things, and it's just a big mess. But I made time for a chapter haha

I'm slowly piecing together another chapter for Parenting 101 too, so hang in there guys! I love you all! xx

Disclaimer: don't own A&A but own all other characters not associated with it.

Ally POV

"Ally!"

I turned around from getting my gym clothes in my locker and saw Trish walking towards me.

"Oh, hey, Trish," I said.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school."

"Um..." I glanced around and cleared my throat. "Seriously?"

She nodded. "We can go shopping or something."

"I'm not a huge fan of shopping," I told her, slamming my locker shut.

"I meant for me. I need a new outfit," she said. "Meet me at the front steps!" Before I could say anything more, she wiggled her fingers and hurried off to class.

I sighed and lugged my bag to the gym, which was on the first floor of the school. It was my first day of gym class since I was out with my nose injury, courtesy of Austin, and even though he was in that class, at least Sam was, too.

Some of the class was already stretching and hanging out when I entered the gym. They all turned to look at me, but I just ignored them, stalking through the girls' locker room door.

"Hey Ally!" Sam greeted when the door swung shut behind me. She was tying her shoes on a bench near some lockers. The rest of the girls were gossiping with each other. Sam's hair was pulled back into a long black French braid. She was wearing a green tank top with white shorts.

"Hi," I said, setting my bag down. I pulled out a red athletic tank top with a built in sports bra and black yoga shorts.

"Ready for your first day of gym?" She grinned.

I shrugged. "As ready as I'll ever be. What's with the marks?" I added as I noticed black symbols drawn on the inside of her left lower arm.

"Oh," she said, suddenly embarrassed. "I, uh, really like The Mortal Instruments book series. These are symbols from them. It's stupid to draw them, I know-"

"No," I said quickly. "They look badass. I like them."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said as I finished tying my shoes. "Keep them. Remind me to check those books out."

"Okay," she smiled. "Now come on, let's go die of exhaustion."

I quickly pulled my hair back into a long ponytail before we walked out into the gym. Austin was standing with a few of the guys, dressed in a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. He spotted Sam and waved, not even glancing in my direction.

"You go ahead, I'll stay here," I told her.

"Ally-"

"No, just go talk to him. I know you want to."

She gave me one last look before hurrying off to him. I had to turn away. I don't know what she saw in that guy.

The coach came into the room. "Alright class, you know the routine. Out on the track, five laps warm up." He blew his whistle. "Go!"

Everyone groaned and started filing out the side doors of the gym.

"Miss Dawson," he said as I went to follow. I turned. "A word."

I walked over. "What's up?"

"I'm Coach Warren," he introduced himself. He was a handsome guy, maybe in his early thirties. He looked like Ryan Reynolds. "Seeing as how this is your first class, you can run three laps."

"I'm Ally," I told him. "And it's okay, I can do five." We don't need anyone bitching about my favoritism again, I thought.

"How's the nose?" the coach asked.

"Almost as good as new. I'm fine."

"Alright, if you say so. Get out there then," he said. I turned and went out the door where everyone was running around the track. Well, some were running; others were walking.

"I see you walking, Trevor!" Coach Warren yelled from the sidelines. "Move it, beef stick!"

I smirked and started running. I preferred to run by myself. I passed some people, much to their chagrin, including Austin and a couple of his friends.

"Woah, who knew Gothica was so quick," said one of his friends when I ran by.

"I know, right?" I threw over my shoulder sweetly. "Faster than you, anyway, you prick."

A couple of the people around us started snickering and I picked up speed. A minute later, someone came up beside me.

"Hey Sam, I-" I stopped when I realized it was Austin. "Oh, go to hell."

"Ouch," he said.

"I mean it. Leave me alone."

"Look, I'm sorry I tripped you in English, okay?" He didn't sound sincere at all.

"Apology not accepted," I told him. I sped up, but he caught up to me. Damn, he was quick.

"Gothica, would you just believe me?"

"Not when you call me that."

"New girl, then."

"That's much better," I said. "Maybe I will forgive you."

"Really?" He perked up.

I glared at him. "No. Lemme guess, Sam set you up to this, didn't she?"

"No, she didn't."

"Yeah, okay," I scoffed before bolting ahead of him. He didn't follow me.

When we were done running the laps, Coach made us do twenty pushups each before we split into teams for flag football.

"What was that about with Austin? I saw you talking to him while we ran laps," Sam said while we grabbed flags. We were on the same team, but Austin was on the other team. Great.

"Did you ask Austin to apologize to me?" I asked her.

"No!" She exclaimed. "I promise."

"Just checking because I didn't exactly expect him to do that."

"He apologized?"

"Yes, but he didn't sound like he meant it. Which he probably didn't," I told her as we all got into position. I could feel Austin's eyes on me, but I ignored him. He was probably plotting his next move to get me injured again. Or killed.

Before Sam could reply to me, Coach blew the whistle for us to start. The score eventually got to 28-28 with five minutes left of class so naturally, both teams were on edge, each wanting to get the winning touchdown. I rushed down the field to find an open spot for the pass.

"Yo new girl!" A guy on my team yelled. He threw the ball towards me and as it span in the air, Austin went to move in front of me to block it. Thinking quick, I reached out and plucked one of his flags from his belt to distract him, dropping it on the ground.

"Hey! You're supposed to grab my flag if I have the ball," He exclaimed, bending down to grab it. While he did that, I darted in front of him and snagged the ball from the air. I turned and ran to get the touchdown, hearing shouts behind me like, "Dude, as if you fell for that!"

"Touchdown for Red! You guys win!" Coach Warren yelled as he blew the whistle when I passed the marked area for a touchdown. "Good job Ally!"

My team cheered as I ran back to my side. "Wow, you didn't strike me as the sporty type," Sam said.

I shrugged. "My dad used to play with me a lot."

"Guess it came in handy," she grinned, but her smile was gone as quickly as it had came. "Uh oh."

"What?" I asked, following her gaze. Austin was staring at us, looking right pissed.

"What did you do?" Sam whispered to me.

"You didn't see me pull his flag off to distract him?" She shook her head. "Well, apparently he didn't like being played."

"Oh, Ally," she said, shaking her head. "You're really risking it."

"I don't care. Look, I'm sorry Sam, but he bothers me. If he's going to be an asshole to me, then he deserves to get a little of it back."

"You're fighting fire with fire."

"And he's the one that's going to get burned, not me. Why are you even with him!?" I exclaimed before running off to the change rooms.

I quickly showered and ran out of the gym before any of the other girls got back. The bell rang and everyone piled out of their rooms. I went to my locker and threw my stuff in before gathering my homework.

I found Trish waiting on the front steps. "Hey!" She exclaimed happily.

"Hi," I said. "Are you really going to make me do this? Or can I just go ahead and slit my throat right now."

She rolled my eyes. "It's not that bad. Come on, it'll be fun."

I sighed just as a guy who looked our age came up to us. He was tall and slim, with purple hair that was styled to stand up in the front. He was wearing pink jeans and a white t-shirt that said "IM A GLEEK".

"Ally, this is my friend, Dylan. Dylan, this is my friend, Ally," Trish introduced. "Dylan's coming shopping with us," she added to me.

"Nice to meet you," he said in a more feminine voice. "And can I just say, you are hot!"

"Oh, um... thanks," I said somewhat awkwardly. I wasn't used to people calling me hot. Or pretty.

"Don't worry; I'm not hitting on you. I'm gay, if you hadn't already pieced that together," he said.

I had.

"Now that we're all best friends, let's go shopping!" Trish exclaimed, bolting to the parking lot.

"But I have my car here," I told her.

"Well, good. We need a vehicle."

I just looked at her before shaking my head and leading the way to my car. I dug through my bag and pulled out my keys. "I have to give Bryce a ride home first," I told Trish.

As if on cue, Bryce came up to the vehicle. "Hey," he greeted as we all got in.

"Hey," I relayed the greeting while I turned the keys in the ignition.

"How was gym?"

I shrugged. "Not bad. I scored the winning touchdown in flag football. Austin didn't like that very much. Well, I did pull off his flag before to trick him. He didn't like very much either."

"Ally!" Bryce exclaimed. "You're supposed to be the better person in this situation."

"I am being the better person. I didn't physically hurt him." I smirked. "I just bruised his ego. He'll get over it."

I noticed that Trish and Dylan were quiet in the back. "Are you guys dead back there?"

"You didn't tell me you were Bryce and Claudia's stepsister!" Dylan exclaimed.

"Why is everyone so shocked by that?" I said.

"Because Claudia is hot shit. I'm not, obviously." Bryce turned around in his seat. "Hey, I'm Bryce."

"Dylan," Dylan said. "This is Trish."

The three of them talked on the way home and when I dropped Bryce off, Dylan jumped in the front.

"So, what's the deal with you and Austin Moon?" Dylan asked.

"We don't like each other. The end."

"But he's so hot," Dylan said, almost longingly. "How can you hate him?"

"I have my reasons," I muttered. "Can we just talk about something else please?"

"How about the fact that Trish and I are going to find the most gorgeous outfits for the homecoming dance!" He screamed happily, Trish joining in.

"Homecoming? Already?" I asked when I could hear again.

"It's already October," Trish pointed out. "You just transferred last week."

"Right," I said. "Well, I'm not going."

"What!" The two shopaholics shrieked. "But it's in like, three weeks!"

"Jeez, are you trying to get us in an accident?" I exclaimed as I slammed on the breaks from their sudden yells.

"Sorry," Dylan said sheepishly. "But seriously, you have to go to Homecoming! Everybody does!"

"I just don't find them fun," I said. "Plus, that means I have to dress up. You'll be dead before I put on a dress."

"You're going. You can come with us; we can all go stag together!" Trish said.

"I might not even be here; I might be at my dad's if it's on a weekend," I told them. "And *don't think about buying me an outfit without me knowing. Because I'll kill you," I added at the devious look on Trish's face as I glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Fine," she sighed.

"There's the mall," Dylan said. I passed a huge sign that read Tampa Bay Mall. The mall looked like it was three stories high.

"Oh god," I moaned when I found a parking spot and turned the vehicle off. We all clambered out. "There's got to be at least 300 stores in there. Who's got a knife?"

"308, actually. And oh shush, you'll love it," Dylan said, grabbing my hand and dragging me behind him and Trish, both of them on a mission.

Maybe I'll just sit in the food court with a smoothie and people watch. Yeah, that sounds fun.

A/N: Little Austin & Ally confrontation... How did you guys like it? It's not too much but I think it turned out pretty good! And yes, I made Dylan gay, but if you have a problem with it, then you'll have to deal with it on your own terms. This is my story! Plus, my sister really wanted a gay character in it, so I did it for her :)

I mentioned The Mortal Instruments because I'm a hard core fan who is absolutely obsessed with that series. So I made Samantha a hard core fan too. And she draws Runes on herself. Because I do that too hahaha I'm being Isabelle for Halloween and my costume is freaking radical. It's so badass lol I've even got that Rune tattoos for it :) Again, to those of you that love The Mortal Instruments, you're seriously awesome. And you'll know what I'm talking about when I say Runes haha If you don't, look it up! They're so sick :)

Joelle xx

Again, I am slowly working on a Parenting 101 chapter whenever I have time, so work with me here people :p

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