Chapter 1: Something untold
||Austin groaned slightly as the light that seeped through the window, coaxed him from his deep sleep. He parted his eyes slightly to take a look at his surroundings. He was a bit taken back at the sight before him. Reason being that he hadn't the slightest to clue where he was. He searched his mind, trying to recall the night before. Unable to remember, he decided to look around and familiarize himself with his surroundings.
He ran a hand through his silky blonde hair and stretched his aching muscles. His warm brown eyes glanced up and he noticed he was in a kitchen. Also noticing the stoned teenagers around him.
He sighed frustratingly and looked around for his keys and cell-phone. He felt around in his jean pockets, searching endlessly for his belongings. Finally coming to the conclusion that they weren't there, he got up slowly and leaned on the nearby counter for support. He took a few ragged steps before finally regaining his balance.
Once he stepped into what seemed like a living room, he noticed his favourite leather jacket lying beneath a pile of empty pizza boxes and red beer cups. He moved to where his jacket was, while carefully trying to avoid the huge pile of mess before him.
He always thought that it was funny how teenage parties are always so typical. It's so annoying that at every party you go to, always has one motto: Party all night, get high and get laid. But seriously did anyone think what would happen the next morning. He didn't think so. But then again, he was one to talk. No matter how many times he tried to quit and follow his own advice, he just ended up waking up somewhere one morning having no clue where he was. Much like today in fact.
After finally making it through the huge mess, he spotted his jacket again right in the middle of the living room. He quickly removed the beer cups and boxes without making too much noise. Once he finally got his jacket, he cussed silently under his breath. His brand new red leather jacket had been stained with the weirdest crap ever. He recognized some of the marks as beer stains, and others were probably a variety of chip sauces and food crumbs.
He slung his jacket over his shoulder, just before grabbing his cell and keys from the pockets. He crept over the mess once again and dragged himself out the door. All he wanted to do now was go home, shower and sleep.
The constant buzz of his phone brought him back to reality. He swiped the screen and answered his phone, all the while looking for his car. He muttered a light 'hello' into his phone, before quickly retreating back because of the loud yelling on the other line.
"AUSTIN MONICA MOON!" he flinched from the use of his full name.
"Um…hey…mom…" he replied shakily
"For god's sake Austin! I have been trying to call you all night! I was worried sick! Where are you? Are you okay? I hope for your sake you aren't at another bloody party!"
He remained silent in reply to her question "Again Austin? This has been happening too frequently and you're starting to skip your therapy sessions. Austin, honey, please you have to talk to me. Your only 18! You are becoming just like…like…"
It was funny how her tone changed in a matter of seconds. His mother became suddenly silent, and for once in his life, he actually agreed with her. His father was never really a topic that was spoken of too often. After he died a few months ago, his mother just wasn't the same. Neither was he. It had taken a toll on them both, especially Austin. Day by day it was taking a large bite of him, albeit slowly, but still happening. He just wasn't the same after that incident; his mother was concerned for her son and had sent him for therapy. But, just recently, he left. He just couldn't take the taunts, the rage, all that pain and hurt building up in him and slowly intoxicating his senses. He would've given up ages ago, he would've been driven to the edge of insanity, but something…something was pulling him back. Something was pulling him back up every time he gave up, it cleared his senses, gave him the strength to go on. He didn't even what it was, but every time it happened, it irritated him to no extent. To feel on the verge of a metal breakdown and then be brought back, just to go through it all over again…it was cruel torture.
"Austin…honey…you need to go back to therapy. It's for your own good and it will help you…"
"No…"
"What?"
"No! No, no, no, no! I have been listening to that crap therapist for months now mom! I can't take it! Every time I go there it feels like a huge weight has been dumped on my shoulders. Why can't you understand that! Do you have any idea how it feels to be some kind of freak because you need mental help! You just don't understand that, do you?… Bye mom"
He ended the call just before his mother could speak. He could hear the quiver in her voice and he felt entirely guilty about it, believe me. But, she needed to know, he could only keep that in for so long.
He finally drew a long breath and climbed into his car. After a few calming moments he slammed his door shut and drove off to the place he dreaded and loved the most:
Marino High School
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||Typical
Everything about Marino High was just so god damn typical. It actually sickened Austin. They were the jocks, the cheerleaders, the queen bees, the nerds, the sound geeks, the outcasts and then there was him. The golden boy, the jock, the player, the bad boy and every girls Romeo. Well you know what he felt of his reputation? He felt like spitting on it. He felt like crushing it with his bare hands and throwing it to the ground to rot.
He felt out of place, like the smiles and waves he received everyday were hidden by glares and frowns. He felt like they was something more still to come, he felt that there was more to his life then rotting at this place. But, he was getting impatient. Waiting day in and day out, it was frustrating.
He sometimes felt like he had all the time in world in the palm of his hand, but he had no idea what to do with it. It was completely and utterly ridiculous.
With a final sigh he parked his car in his usual parking spot. The big, red vehicle came to a final stop and the exhaust pipes huffed out a small puff of smoke before ending with a quiet "roar" of the engine.
He solemnly opened his door and took a last look in his side mirror.
Messy blonde hair- check
Leather jacket, low- chained jeans- check
High tops- check
Super sexy- triple check
He stepped out of his car and slammed his door shut. He checked his watch once more, the start of 3rd period.
Perfect, just on time.
With a slight bounce of his step, he pranced into school. The crowd seemed to slow down with each step he took. He grinned at a few giggling girls at a corner and fist bumped a few of his jock friends. Looks like his so called "friends" still went on with their false pretences.
Just great.
He finally made it to his locker when he was greeted by one of his actual friends, Dez. He was a bit of a dork on the inside, but on the outside he also pretended to be a cool "jock". Just like everyone else at this school, just like him. He was coward to be afraid of what they thought. A coward.
He gave his friend a tired smile "Hey Dez"
"Hey buddy, another party yesterday?" he asked sympathetically.
Austin nodded again silently. His friend mumbled something he couldn't make out. He opened his locker in hope to find his books and get this day over with. Just a few more periods, he told himself.
Suddenly, as if in a movie, the hallway's loud conversations and small group discussions went silent. Then they stopped completely. He remained with his head faced towards his locker, not really bothering about the schools dramatic display of emotions and reactions. He got that every day.
So goddamn typical
His eyes remained glued to his locker and books, searching for that last one so he could leave. Or at least that's what he thought; he would get his book and leave, that's it. But when his friend nudged him with his elbow, he just had to know what the big deal was.
As soon as he turned around, he wished he didn't. He felt as if all the air was knocked out of him, and suddenly he felt like he couldn't breathe at all. A girl, around his age, walked through the halls slowly with her head down. As far as he could see, she was gorgeous.
Chestnut and ombre hair bounced lightly behind her back. She wore a simple black, baggy sweater with a white skull painted at the bottom, and white skinny jeans.
She walked elegantly down the halls, her earphones plugged in tightly. She clearly had no idea of the attention she as getting. Finally after what seemed like forever, she glanced up. Finally knowing the attention she was getting, she pulled out her headphones and glared at the people around her.
Austin
Her eyes were a deep black and brown, completely in contrast with her appearance. A few people squirmed uncomfortably as she gazed at them cruelly. Finally, her eyes landed on me, and as soon as it did, I immediately felt light-headed. She took a step forward, still holding her cold gaze on me.
Her eyes were so lifeless, cold and sorrowful. It was almost frightening. With each step she took, the more sick I felt. I didn't know whether to throw up, pass out or try and force myself to breathe. Yet during all this, I couldn't pry myself to look away. She couldn't seem to either.
She was getting closer to me now, and it was having an effect on me. My legs buckled underneath me as I gripped the locker for support. There was a crowd around us now, watching us like some horror movie where the scariest part was yet to come.
I gritted my teeth as the little air I had left seemed to pour out my lungs. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't think I would like the outcome. With a final few steps, she was right next to me, her hot breath tickling my face. She smelled like lavender and rose, her breath like peppermint. She laid her hand on my face, the warmth spreading through my body like a disease. I thought that just for a second I saw her eyes flash a tinge of gold and hazel, but as soon as it came, it was gone. Suddenly, as quickly as the comforting warmth had come, it had gone. Her eyes turned stone cold once again and the comforting warmth turned icy, like it was burning my flesh. I could have sworn I felt my skin sizzling. I wanted to scream, to yell, anything, but I couldn't.
She removed her hand like it burned hers too. The pain remained but I couldn't focus on that right now. Her eyes gleamed and a flash of pain crossed her face. She held her wrist tightly in her hand, while I cradled my face gently. She sent me an icy glare that almost sent me flying into my locker, but I stood my ground. Before she could turn away, I caught a glimpse of a gold necklace around her neck. It was a round hoop with an eagle in the centre. It was unusual, but I liked it, I seemed drawn to it.
She turned and pushed her way through the dozens of people surrounding us. They soon cleared a path way for her. As soon as she left, I immediately felt better. I could breathe again, and I could finally stand upright. I looked at the mirror in the hallway and shuddered.
There was a blazing red hand mark on my cheek. Exactly where she touched me. The pain still remained, blazing and fiery on the outside, yet cold and painful on the inside.
Just like her…
So what do you think of this "mystery girl"? I'll give you a hint that's very obvious, her name starts with A (:
So how was this chapter? Good, bad, interesting? And yes I understand Ally is a mystery, but she will unravel slowly throughout this series. By the way, if there is enough reviews, I might give the next chapter in Ally's POV! Anyone else excited?
I also understand that this story is a bit unusual, but bear in mind that this was suppost to be a book, that somehow turned fan fiction. So also keep in mind this might be a trilogy story with at least 30 chapters. I promise to keep you entertained.
One last thing, anyone find the not so subtly hint? If you do, please tell me What about Ally's necklace, what role does this play in the story, I can tell you that its very important. Tell me if you figure it out (;