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Ally's POV

Sonic Boom was quiet. A few customers were browsing the walls, but none were ready to check out, so I poured over my book, writing down all of my thoughts bustling through my mind.

Austin Moon and I worked on a project together, and it started off terribly. In fact, he accused me of telling Ms. Martinson about their prank, and insisted I work on the project alone. And then HE SPIT IN MY FACE. Yeah, I know, what a jerk. I don't know what came over me in that moment, but it was like I was a totally different person. I slapped him in the face. He totally deserved it though. I mean, come on, he spit on me.I didn't expect to hear from him again, and I was fully prepared to accept a zero on this project. I was not going to get over it that easily, then Austin did the most surprising thing. He apologized. Like, he came to Sonic Boom, and said he was sorry, and he wanted to do the project together. Sense finally got snapped back into me, and I realized that I had to do the project. Do the project, then I no longer have to deal with him. But, then he heard me playing the piano and singing. It was a song I had just written, and super personal. I poured my heart out in that song, and he heard it. It was all about being unable to aspire for your dreams, because, you know, of my stage fright. He said I was amazing, but I'm not sure if I believed him right away. We finished the project, but Austin still tried to talk to me. Why? I don't know. I didn't want to talk to him, even though we ended up having a great time together working on the project. I didn't understand why I didn't want to talk to him so badly, I really didn't. But, I just realized two major reasons.

1.) I really haven't forgiven him for spitting me in the face. He didn't even know if what he was accusing me of was true, and he still did that. Who's to say he won't do that again? Who's to say that he won't continue to be a jerk, and that him playing nice is just a front, a game?

2.) Austin is part of the popular crowd, I'm not. He's already lied to me, and his friends, for his own benefit. He told his friend Luke, after we had finished the project, that the reason he had been talking to me was to suck up to me so he could get an A. Do I really want to talk to someone who is ashamed to be seen talking to me? No, no I don't.

So, even though Austin can be a sweet, nice guy, every time I see him, I remember those two things. That is what is keeping me from talking to him. If I start talking to him, I might end up really wanting to be friends with him. Then, inevitably, he'll pretend I'm just dirt and leave me to go to his real friends. I am not dealing with that. No, I will not. So, I'm not talking to Austin. I don't even know why he would want to talk to me. But, he really seems to want that, he even talked to Trish about me. Like, what the heck? Why would he do that? Why does he care so freaking much? Why can't he just skip the pain that he will inevitably bring with him, and leave me alone?

Love,

Ally.

Just as I was putting my book down and looking up, a tall red-haired guy, about my age, walked into the store. I didn't recognize him, I've never seen him before.

I checked out a customer who was buying some drum sticks, and continued to watch this boy.

He was so strange. He wore the weirdest outfit, purple and blue striped pants, a red shirt with a green alien on it, and red suspenders hanging down instead of across his chest. He walked around with a definite pep in his step. He seemed so happy, so carefree. I mean, he seemed weird, but definitely happy.

I watched him look at every single instrument in the store, oblivious to my watching eyes. And, I do mean every single instrument in the store. Like, every single one of them.

He eventually skipped up to the counter and asked, "How much does it cost to buy all of the instruments?"

I laughed. Surely, he isn't serious. But, he looked at me so solemnly that I had to say, "Uhm, a little more than $10,000."

His face dropped, he seemed so sad. I contained my laughter. "How much do you have?"

He counted his money very slowly. "$27.35"

I kept playing along. "You're a little short."

He seemed to think for a while, but I guess he decided there was no way this could work out for him. "Why do you need all of these instruments anyway?"

"Oh. I'm making a video for a film festival. My vision is music. You see, I've always wanted to make entertainment out of other entertainment, so I decided music."

"Well...what about the music?"

"I haven't come up with a good idea quite yet. I want something original, something incredible. Something people will actually want to watch. Then I thought, maybe I could do a video on how people aren't talented at playing most musical instruments, so that is why I wanted all of the instruments."

That was a terrible idea. He knew that right? He shouldn't make a video about how people are bad at things. He seemed so serious, so I had to tell him. "Not gonna lie, but I don't think that is a very good idea."

"I suppose you're right."

He stood there, just thinking. He really was peculiar, but he had a very likable quality about him. Likable as in a friend, by the way, not anything else. Maybe it was just that he was so happy.

"I'll have to think of something else. Sorry for wasting your time."

He turned to walk away, and I don't know what possessed me, but I called out to him. "You know, if you really need to use some instruments, you could always do your filming here. That way, you don't have to buy them, but you could still use them."

My dad would probably kill me if he had heard me say that, but I felt like it was the right thing to do. I could tell that this guy was a good guy, he seemed so genuine and trustworthy. I didn't even know his name!

"Hey, that's really nice of you. Um, I don't know your name."

"Oh right, sorry. I'm Ally. Ally Dawson." He seemed to pop up when I said Ally. What was all that about?

"I'm Dez. I just moved here from Ft. Lauderdale."

"That's awesome. Why'd you move?"

"Parents got a new job."

But, I could tell he wasn't really into the conversation anymore. He was thinking about something. I could literally see the wheels turning in his head. He's up to something.

"I don't think I'm going to be needing those instruments after all." Okay... He started walking out. At the last second he said, "Ally Dawson, until we meet again."

Okay. That was weird.

What did he suddenly think of, and why did he think of it because he knew my name?

Dez may be weird, and unusual, and I barely knew him, but I could tell he was up to something. And I knew, that it was because he had heard my name. And, I also knew, without a doubt, that I would be seeing him some time soon.

But, why?

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