(NOT EDITED BTW)

Hey. Here's the update and possible Aussly? IDK even though I made a list of how each chapter is going to go, I'm going against it and changing some stuff up. According to the diagram thing, there is no romance between them until Chapter 25 and who wants to wait for that? But I'm not going to rush their relationship either. So...

Prom. Every girl's dream. To have the perfect dress, the perfect date, and the perfect excuse to swipe your V-card. With me, prom was the furthest thing from my mind. Not with my newfound reputation as the school slut. No one asked me and freshmen and sophomores can't to prom unless asked. Kira, a freshman, went. Cassidy, a freshman, went. Trish even went. Every freshmen went, except for me. Every freshmen.

Despite my epic prom fail in freshman year, I wasn't giving up sophomore year. I knew what everyone thought about me, and I knew it couldn't get worse (it did, but that's a later story).

"Dawson, you are and will forever be lame. So, next time you think about going to prom just remember that dear Cassidy says not to. No one is going to ask you and when you ask them, they'll say no. Unless they're actually desperate enough to get in bed with you."

I sigh. I had just asked if she was going to prom. No big deal. "Actually, a lot of guys did ask. I said yes to one of them. He's... cute." I had no idea why I was sharing my feelings with Cassidy, but I had never been so naïve.

"What's his name?" she asks.

I said it and regretted it for the rest of my life. Had I been quiet, well...

"Dallas."

She smirks. "Oh. Dallas, huh?"

"Yes."

The bell rang and prom was that very Saturday. I decided to wear my mom's old dress. It was creamy white and one of most beautiful white dresses there could be that didn't make you look like a bridesmaid or a bride herself. Plus, it hadn't been washed and it still had my mom's scent on it. They almost buried her in it. That didn't happen, thanks to me. That dress, my songbook, and Sonic Boom were the last things of my parents that I had, and nothing was going to take that away.

I had walked into prom, letting my guard down too soon. Dallas hadn't shown up. A girl came up to me. "Slut turns into wallflower. Guess I didn't expect that. But have some punch." She says and throws her cup of punch on me. My mom's dress. A red stain covered it and there was nothing that could have been worse. Yep. Way too soon.

The cup wasn't enough for her and she poured the entire bowl on me, leaving the bowl on my head as if it was a hat. I threw it off making the glass shatter. I picked up one of the pieces that had a sharp edge. Sliding it across my wrist, I had never felt anything more bittersweet. It hurt, but it snapped me out of my hell of a life. For two seconds.

I looked up to get away from the people taking pictures of the freak, who was me. There was no where to go, except home. But the supply closet was closest and I could probably cry my eyes out around mops and brooms and other cleaning supplies. I opened the door and my heart sank.

Cassidy. Dallas. Kissing. Getting hot and heavy in the fucking supply closet. Cassidy wiped her mouth and I noticed the corsage on her hand. Then she smirked. "Dawson. Pleasure seeing you. What's wrong with your dress? It's red. You stab yourself yet?"

I was way too broken too retort. There was nothing to say. She had gotten what she wanted and I didn't get anything. I lost some things for that matter.

Cassidy: 500

Ally: -8000

Dallas looked up at me, but I quickly turned away. "Why? Why can't I just be happy? For a day? You had to take that away from me? I honestly have nothing to live for, and Cassidy, whenever it looks like I do you have to take that away from me. Why?"

A single tear came down her face, but she wiped it away and pretended like it was never there. My many tears were simply that times infinity. "Because, Dawson..." is all she says in a soft voice. I looked at Dallas. "What about you?"

He shrugged. "She seemed cool and paid me to not show up and... be here. I'm... I wish I could say I was sorry, but... I'm not."

"And neither am I. Don't forget you're still a Hoebag Slut Machine." Really? I am? And she's the one who paid a guy to make out with her. I exhale.

My tears stung my face as they came down. I had let Cassidy win once again. Had I shut up, I would have went with Dallas, we probably would have started dating, I would be happy, I could share my feelings with someone, and Cassidy would have to deal with it. In fact, if it lasted for about six months, Cassidy would be with Austin, I would be with Dallas, and we could have avoided it all.

But isn't it my own fault for wanting something that's out of reach?

Just like it's my fault Austin is probably never going to talk to me again.

It had been 18 hours and I was obsessing over him. Every thought I had centered around him. He was with Cassidy. I had to stay away from another girl's boyfriend. And that was what I was going to do. Stay away. Far away.

Austin walked through the door of Sonic Boom. Okay. So much for 'staying away'. I couldn't lie to myself. I liked him a lot. I always had, to be truthful.

"Hi." I say, my voice cracking.

He just looks around. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what? You're dating Cassidy and I'm... I don't know. Meaning, I shouldn't get in the way of your relationship. So, forget about Dawson and go to Cassidy. Or should I say Cass-Cass?"

He chuckles. "Ally, but I really am sorry. I'm going to hang out with you despite what she said."

I sigh. No. No. No. No. No. No, Ally, no. Say no. Remember what Cassidy said? I liked him, but that came with the price of possibly getting beat up by a girl, who is his girlfriend.

It's just so hard to wait around for something that you're not even sure is actually going to happen... but you can't seem to give up, when you know it's everything you've ever wanted.

And because of that, I'm heartbroken.

"Austin... too little, too late. Cassidy's your girlfriend... not me. I never want to see you ever again." I was half saying that because Cassidy told me to, but because I meant it. I didn't need the dangers of a relationship right now and I didn't need to get in the middle of one.

"But Ally..."

"No! Just go... just leave! I don't need this or any of this! I need for you to leave me the hell alone! Get out!"

Unsurprisingly, he didn't go anywhere. "Is it because of Cassidy? If it is, I can break up with her and we can.."

"We can what?! Be together?! What?!" I interrupt. He sighs. "I can keep my promise."

I fold my arms. "Some promises are meant to be broken. Like yours. Some things just aren't meant to be, and that's you and me. The mental girl and the delinquent? No way."

He shakes his head and comes closer, holding my arm. I slowly pull away. "I know what's meant to be... and what's not meant to be."

"You obviously don't know what is not meant to be and that's us!"

He shakes his head again. "No it's not. It's me and Cassidy."

Seriously? He didn't think that he and Cassidy were meant to be?

"Why not?"

Austin sighs and takes a step back. "She asked me out and I said yes. I was the new kid and she was the popular girl. Us together is what everyone wanted, and believe me, they got it. It was all for show. It was all a façade. We just grew close and I didn't judge her because she didn't judge me. Money got me out of juvie, but think about where that money came from."

I look up. "Cassidy got you out of juvie?"

"Yes. And that's how I know that she's at least loyal in a relationship. But still... it's not meant to be."

I shrug. "How do you know?"

"I don't feel sparks... I don't get nervous around her... I don't feel a connection..." he steps closer to me again. "But this, you and me, is meant to be..." My heart almost melts as he continues. "Because I feel sparks... I get nervous around you... and I feel a connection between us."

"Really?" I ask, like a dork.

He nods. "And I think you feel the same. Even though you don't show it, I know. Because I know you."

"And I know you."

He shakes his head again. "Oh, but you don't." I take a step back, so there's some space between us.

"I forgive you. And you don't have to tell me what I don't know about you. Because I like what I know. Somewhere along the way... I will get to know you. After all... we still have twenty-eight more days."

"Who says the days have to stop at thirty-three?"

I shrug and ruin another moment where I think he's about to kiss me. "They don't. They stop at five. Sorry. I'm... really sorry." I say and start to ruin off, but he gently grabs me. I look into his brown eyes, but turn away quickly.

He lets go.

"Yoo hoo, Aussie!" I hear a familiar cheery voice. We both turn to face Cassidy who's smiling. She makes her way over to us and puts her arms around. And she kisses him right in front, and I mean right in front, of my face. Austin was in the relationship for show and to please the people and Cassidy was in the relationship to make me jealous. Neither of them loved each other, yet they were making out right in front of my face! They both succeeded: Caustin was the It-couple and made married couples envy their relationship and I was surely jealous.

She pulls away to breathe and I look away in disgust. Cassidy turns to me. "Ally. How are you since twenty hours ago?"

"Good. What about you, Wicked Bitch Of The East?"

She laughs. "I'm so glad we can pick up where we left off... and I'm good as well. But I could use some coffee. Aussie, do you mind?"

Austin gives me a look of desperation and then turns back to Cassidy. "Why can't you get it yourself?" Cassidy gaped at him, probably thinking 'No one talks to Cassidy {insert last name here} that way'. But she just laughs again.

"Sweetie, I'm in need of a latte. If you can't give that to me, of all little things, then how do I know you can give me big things someday? I gave you big things. In fact, if it weren't for me, you'd still be in jail, so... quick with the latte." She shooes him away with her manicured hands.

He sighs and goes to get her some coffee. Why? Because she's Cassidy and she gets whatever she wants.

Cassidy purses her lips, staring at me. "I thought I was clear the first time. When I said stay away from him... I meant it." She walks closer to me, and I back up. "If The Purge was real, Dawson, you'd be dead. In this case... it is. Killing you is legal because you're lame. I can hear the judge thanking me now... no, no, the president thanking me... for killing you. Because you're lame."

Because you're lame. Those words echoed in my head as her fist collided with my cheek. I felt blood starting to flood out from my lip, but by then she had hit me in the eye. Kicked me. I felt like my bones were crushing. Not because of her physical abuse... her verbal abuse.

Austin comes in a little too late with her coffee. "Hey, Aussie. I don't know what happened. She freaked out." He looks at Cassidy, standing on both her feet, hands on her hips, and then at me, holding my stomach on the ground, looking a hot mess, covered in bruises.

I didn't know what I expected to happen, what I thought would happen. What I wanted to happen.

He hands her her coffee. She sips it, but looks unsatisfied. "There's nothing in here." He shrugs.

"I know."

With the loudest groan-scream-cry-sigh, Cassidy stomps out of the store. Austin bends down to help me up. "No! No, no, no! Don't touch me! You and girlfriend can get out of my life for good!" I didn't realize that I was crying until he wiped away one of my tears. I return the kindness (sarcasm intended) by pushing him away, literally and hypothetically.

I see that Cassidy stopped. She turned around with tears in her eyes. I couldn't tell if they were fake. They slowly approach each other and hug. Austin realizes that I'm very uncomfortable with that and holds her hand, as they both walk out of there.

I look at Cassidy. Dark blonde hair. Blue eyes. She had one thing I really wanted: Austin. I stared at her and Austin, hand in hand. She had everything (everything meaning Austin). She was happy. She had everything.

Stupid, stupid Ally. What were you thinking? That'll never be you.

Because you're lame.

So... Yep. Chapter Five. I'll update Monday, hopefully. What do you think is going to happen next?