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(I'm not even going to bother editing my blabbing about stuff)
Hey guys. Early update! I'm also still going to update this weekend so worry not. The next two chapters (eleven and twelve) will not be spoiled, but I can tell you that things are looking up for Auslly. But it will take time for them to get together, ya know. Please don't get impatient. I figured the only way to keep you guys on my tail was to add little tidbits of Auslly, then let it grow, and eventually something happens. They ARE going to get together. It even says in the summary. Just wanted to reassure some of you. Sorry if each chapter you're thinking "Ugh, when are they going to get together?" Oh, and do you guys think that I should stop writing in Ally's POV and do it third person or do it all in Ally's POV because no one wants to hear from that girl all the time? I feel like I'm making her this way "Aww I'm sad, no one cares about me. Austin? No I can't like him. He doesn't even like me". I need your feedback! (For me as a writer, personally, third person is HARD. First person is rather easier for me, but I can take the challenge of third person. Either way, you guys are helping me LOTS if you tell me what you think!) I also made a trailer for this story on YouTube entitled 'Look a Little Deeper Trailer'. Kind of spot-on.
Haha, not edited, as usual.
After my social stigma as loser girl had skyrocketed to slutty girl, I realized that it was a higher social status. That's it. I had come up a couple steps of the social pyramid and the joy of that lasted for seven minutes.
The first minute, I had gotten the realization. The second minute, my frown had disappeared. The third minute up to the sixth minute, I had been a little less depressed. Surprisingly, this happiness wasn't ruined by Cassidy at all. It was ruined by Kira, and even more shockingly, it was unintentional.
The seventh minute, I had realized that the science teacher was talking. All I had heard was that I was paired up with Kira Starr.
She smirked as she came up to my table and handed a sheet with a bunch of words to me. "It's a peer evaluation sheet. I guess were supposed to evaluate our partner before we start the project."
I nod. "Well, that sounds kind of backwards."
"It is backwards. Almost as backwards as Cassidy's brain." It was barely eight minutes and my excitement was diminished. There wasn't much excitement in being classified as the school slut, but I did not mind being known for something, rather than nothing.
"Oh, wait a second. We do fill out the peer evaluation sheet after the project. Hanging out with a bimbo all day really makes me an airhead sometimes."
"I... assume you're talking about Cassidy. Why do you hang out with her if you don't like her?"
"She's rich, I'm rich, our parents used to work together. They envisioned us as besties and I'm just following my parent's orders. Since I was five, I've been forced to hang around her, and it's exhausting. You know, my parents even want me to marry her brother."
I raise an eyebrow. "Cassidy has a brother? Since when?"
"Since her birth; curse that day. He's, like, nineteen. He's in this preppy academy upstate."
"So, your whole life is planned out for you, and you don't get a say in how it goes?" I ask, more curious than ever in her life for the first time.
"Nope. I'm supposed to be a famous singer, living in a Miami mansion, married to Cassidy's brother, best friends with Cassidy, and have precisely two children. The only good thing about it is the singing career. What about you? Got parents that won't get off your ass?"
"Hey! Starr, Dawson, get to work!" the teacher shouts at us. Kira rolls her eyes and scribbles down our names on the paper.
Kira sighed. "So... do you think sulfuric acid can dissolve plastic? Or is that, like, impossible?"
"Impossible because plastic can't be worn away by..." I stop myself in mid-sentence. "I mean... I don't know." I said, twirling a strand of my hair in my hand, trying to act dumb.
"Okay, Dawson. What are you doing?"
"Uh, it's called social climbing."
Kira rolls her eyes. "I'd trade places with you any day, just know that. Being popular isn't as great as you think. For starters, it takes a lot of work to be better than everyone else. Second, I hate going to every single party and sleepover. Why can't I be like you?"
I look around. "Is that a joke?"
"Nope."
"But there's-"
"It's not a joke, Ally. Now let's drop some plastic into a beaker of sulfuric acid. You get the beaker, I get the acid."
"What about the plastic?"
"Oh, please, Ally. One thing at a time."
We both return with our items, but me with goggles, just in case something decided to explode. Then she pulled a plastic water bottle out of the trash can.
"Don't tell me we're using that." I said, pointing to the bottle covered in some red, goopy stuff.
"Allyson, please-"
"It's Ally but... just ask the teacher if-"
"Seriously, Ally, you will be social falling in a minute if you don't stop talking and get this red goop off my hands." she said as she dropped the bottle and looked down disgustedly at her manicured hands.
"I'm sure there's worse things in the world than a messed up manicure." I point out.
"Unless this messed up manicure costed 300 dollars. I got Ingrid and she is an artist who is always booked. I'm lucky enough that she didn't have anything booked yesterday afternoon. It was a French manicure for crying out loud! And now this junk ruined it, so help me!"
"Seriously, girls. I will fail you both if you don't get to work!" the teacher shouts at us again.
"In a minute!" we both yell at her in unison. I throw a roll of paper towels at Kira so she can dry her hands.
"Ow! Watch it. I just got my hair done. By Ingrid. She does hair too. And massages. I booked her today at four. Hopefully she doesn't drop me for-"
"The world has bigger problems!"
"Does it?"
"Yes! I have more problems than you will ever have. You want my life?! I want yours!"
"Trade you." she mutters.
Because lately, people have been wanting my life. The life I only wished I could escape.
After my encounter with Elliot, I stayed at Trish's, sulking my heart out. I didn't know what I was sulking about. I had Elliot. I had Trish. I had people who cared about me. I had a reason to be happy. Still there was something missing from the puzzle.
Regardless, I couldn't get my mind off of Austin. Despite the fact that there would never be an us and that I was with Elliot, he was on my mind. The only thing on my mind.
Eventually, Elliot came to my mind. Like why he would want to date me. Me. Like why anyone would want to even go near me. Presumably, being told no one would ever like me and having no one like me for three years made me think it was true. Which it is. Or was. Which made me even more suspicious why he wanted to date me. But I knew I just had to enjoy it while it lasted. I had to keep him around as long as possible. Who knew how long that'd be...
I figured that the only way to shake what I was feeling, for Austin, was to talk to him. Talk about it without something happening. Without us arguing.
I knew Austin lived in a wealthier part of town, so I had to wander those fancy streets. It took an hour, but I finally found a house that could be his. What gave it away? The mailbox that said 'The Moons'. I shivered as I knocked on the door, but I knew it would have to happen eventually. I would have to tell him how I felt. Currently, I didn't feel anything. I couldn't get him off my mind and I knew there had to be a reason why. Some reason why I couldn't get rid of him.
Twelve knocks and nineteen doorbell rings later, I lost hope until a door started to unlatch and open. There stood Austin. His shirt was off. His expression or state was unreadable. It looked like he either just went for a run or just woke up. Either way, inevitably, he looked hot.
"What?"
"Can I come in?"
"Um, no."
"I just... can we talk?"
"I so don't get girls. First you tell me to get out of your life, then you want to talk to me?"
"Yeah, we work like that. So can I come in?"
He doesn't answer and just stares blankly at me. I didn't see the point, especially after six minutes of silence.
"This is getting ridiculous. Can't we just talk?"
No answer. That same look that I wanted to wipe off of his face.
"You seem really tense. I should go."
"That would actually be a good idea." Before I can even think about it, the door is shut in my face. Nothing I didn't expect and nothing that hasn't already happened to me. I did some more wandering before I realized that I had retreated back to the mall. And I saw a familiar dark face.
"Kira?" I ask.
"Ally? I thought you were..."
"Dead?"
"No, of course not."
I had always heard about the rumors going around about me being dead, but of course I was never at school to know so much about them. But running into a few people from school who would always say, "Ally? I thought you were dead."
"So... how's life?"
I shrug. "It's terrible." I mumble, but she hears me. After that, she doesn't say anything, so I bring up the only conversation starter I could think of.
"Still want to be me?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Dawson. That was three years ago."
"Still want to date Austin?"
"No. That can be your goal."
"Why would it be my goal?"
"Because you obviously like him."
I roll my eyes, trying to be oblivious to what she just pointed out. "There's someone else."
"Someone else with him or someone else with you?"
"Does it matter?"
She shrugs. "You'll see." she says, before walking off. See what? I couldn't see anything. I couldn't see why Austin was giving me the cold shoulder. I had told him to, millions of times. The fact that he never listened to the request gave me the idea he would never listen to it, and now that he's listened to it, it's make me going crazy... or crazier.
Kind of short and I know it's late, but whatever. Definitely not my favorite chapter. It's not even likable, but I guess you (or I) can't have everything. A fourth grader might as well have written this. I can admit that it was rushed and I had some writer's block. Don't forget!
Should I continue this story in...
A) Ally's POV
B) Third person
C) Switch POVs every other chapter (which would be kind of dumb)
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