Keep Away From This Girl Chapter 2, an austin & ally fanfic

As I walk toward Hannah's house, I hear someone behind me. It's probably Ally.

"Austin!" she calls. "Wait up!" Yep, I was right. I slow my pace a little and she catches up to me. "I'm sorry, Austin. I just thought that it was your idea. Because I know that I annoy you sometimes and I just thought that you finally got tired of it." I stop walking and turn to her.

"I would never get tired of you, Ally, and you aren't annoying. You're my best friend," I remind her. She smiles.

"You're so sweet," she says, "I'm glad I have you for a best friend." I smile back.

"It might not be a good idea for you to be with me when I break up with her," I tell her. "She may or may not kill you. I'll come back to your house after."

"You're right," she agrees. "See you later, Austin." She jogs back toward her house. I sigh and continue to Hannah's house, full of fear.

"Alright, Austin, you can do this," I say as I knock on Hannah's front door. She opens the door and my stomach drops. She greets me with a kiss.

I can't do this, I say in my head, I can't do this.

She invites me in and we walk up to my room.

"I have a surprise for you," she says seductively, walking into her closet. I swallow.

"O-oh yeah?" I ask. "And what's that?" She walks out with purple lingerie in her hand.

"I got a new outfit just for my baby," she says with a wink.

Ally's POV:

Dear Diary/Songbook,

It's been three hours since Austin told me he was going to break up with Hannah. What's keeping him? Wait a minute. Why did I even ask that? I know exactly what's keeping him. Somehow Hannah pulled him back in with her good lucks and witty mind. I hate Austin! No, I lied. I can't say that. He's my best friend. I can't hate him. Okay, I strongly dislike him right now. Yeah, that's better. Anyway, I just hope he remembers to come over. Oh! I hear someone coming up the stairs! Maybe it's Austin!

"I'm home from work," my dad says, poking his head into my room. I sigh as he walks back out.

Never mind. It was just my dad. You know, I don't even understand why Austin likes Hannah. She just thinks he's her puppet to control... (1) and he lets himself be that puppet! If he were mine, I would let him be the wind. Wait, what? No. He will never be mine... Wait, someone else is coming up the stairs! I think it's really Austin this time. I'll write in you later.

Love, Ally

I roll over to greet him. I'm hopeful that he finally broke up with her until he walks into my room.

He has his hands shoved into his pockets. His hair is strewn messily across his face, matted together with sweat. The top four buttons of his plaid shirt are unbuttoned too. One of his shoes are untied and they're both on the wrong feet.

I roll back over onto my stomach and look down at my book.

"You couldn't do it, could you?" I ask as I feel his weight on my bed.

"Psht, what makes you think that?" he asks in a high-pitched voice.

"The fact that you're sweating and that your shoes are on the wrong feet," I say, flipping the page of my book.

"Whaaat? Don't you know? Sweat and... wearing your shoes on... the wrong feet is... the new style," he tells me, trying to sound as if it's so obvious.

"No it isn't, Austin. I'm not that much of a nerd," I mutter.

"Look, Ally, I just couldn't break her heart," he tells me. I break the pencil I'm holding.

"You couldn't break her heart?" I ask, rolling back over and sitting up. I go from sitting to standing. "You act like she would care! You act like she wouldn't go out and find herself a new puppy to follow her around! That's all you are to her!" I yell at him angrily.

"No I'm not! Hannah actually cares about me! Unlike you! See, this is exactly why... Never mind," he mutters, standing up too. "You're just jealous of Hannah!"

"Jealous? I am not jealous! Why would I be jealous of her when she's dating an idiot like you!" I scream at him.

"You know what? Maybe it is better that we aren't partners. All we do is fight. Don't talk to me ever again," he tells me, leaving my room. I just stand there dumbfounded, my mouth slightly open. It's true; we fight twenty-four-seven... but it's never gotten to the point of one of us telling the other not to talk to them. A tear rolls down my cheeks. I'm paralyzed though so I can't wipe it.

It's been an hour since Austin left and I'm still standing in the same position. I see Trish walk into my room.

"Ally?" she asks. "Are you alright...?"

"I think I'm in shock..." I tell her.

"What do you mean?" she asks. She pushes me back and makes me sit down on my bed.

"Austin and I just had a fight..." I pause and Trish takes this as an opportunity to speak.

"What else is new?" she asks sarcastically.

"... And he told me never to talk to him again," I finish, still staring across the room.

"He what?" she asks. "Where's he at now?" I shrug.

"How am I supposed to know?" I ask. I shake my head. "I just can't believe he said that..."

"Well, we're going to look for him," she says. She pulls me, trying to stand me up, and I fall to the ground, my body now limp. She picks me up and slings my arm around her shoulders. She literally drags me out of my house.

"I can't believe he said that..." I murmur. "I can't believe he said that..." I go into a sort of trance, repeating those six words over and over again. "I can't believe he said that..."

"I can't believe he said it either, Ally," she says. "That's why we're going to find him and kill him."

"I can't believe he said that..." I murmur again. Trish knocks on the front door of his house. "I can't believe he said that..."

"Hello Ally, Trish," Mimi says.