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Ally's POV

Turns out Dez was right, I WOULD be seeing him soon. In fact, I see him the very next day.

It was definitely a surprise to the see this red headed guy walk into my math class, as if he had always been there. He again seemed so happy, I wondered how he did that. He wore bright green pants with a dark blue shirt. So, yes, it was a surprise to see him in my class, but a good surprise though.

What didn't make sense was that Austin yelled, "Hey Dez!"

Austin knows Dez? How? That's kind of weird. Dez seemed uncertain. He waved to Austin and said, "Oh, hey Austin." But, then Dez came and took the empty seat next to me.

Considering it was the only empty seat in the room, (people don't like sitting by me), that wasn't surprising. But, he immediately leaned over to me, whispering in my ear, "Told you I'd be seeing you again soon."

I giggled, I mean, it was funny. He chuckled in my ear, leaning back over to his desk. Ms. Martinson announced that she was giving us the period to work on our projects, since they were officially due tomorrow. Dez was, of course, exempt from this project, so we started chatting.

We turned towards each other, but before we could even get one word out, Ms. Martinson yelled at Austin, wondering why he wasn't working. Austin tried to explain that we had already finished our project, but she merely said, "If that is true, that is excellent. However, I cannot allow you to distract others, so you need to go talk to your partner, and perhaps get to know Dez as well."

Crap. Ms. Martinson! Why? Why does he have to come talk to me?

Everyone else had spread out among the room, so no group was surrounding Dez and I. Austin kind of looked uncomfortable about coming to talk to us, but I also saw him give a small grin.

Ms. Martinson, why are you trying to kill me?

"So, hey guys."

I didn't respond, I turned facing the front, away from the two boys next to me. I would not be forced to talk to Austin, yet again. No one was gonna make me.

"Hey, Austin. How's it going?"

I could hear them have a small conversation, but then they became too quiet for me to hear, and I got the impression they were talking about me. I snapped my head over to look at them, and they both shut their mouths, looked at each other, and then both of their mouths turned up in smiles.

Automatically, (trust me, I didn't want to) my lips curved up as well. I let a small giggle escape my lips, before realizing what happened, and turning stony again.

"Oh, come on Ally."

That was Austin. I wasn't talking to Austin, I wouldn't talk to Austin. I squared my shoulders, looking forward again. I could hear Austin and Dez whispering. Ugh, that is so frustrating!

Finally, Dez spoke up. "Ally."

I have nothing against Dez, in fact, I like him a lot, (friendly), so I say, "Yes, Dez?"

The two boys made eye contact before Dez said, "Austin here would like to know why you won't talk to him."

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing.

"Seriously Austin? You're speaking through Dez now? You don't even know him."

Dez interrupted, "Actually, that's not true, we met yesterday, right before I met you actually."

Hmm. "That's not the point."

Austin spoke up. "The point is, you won't talk to me Ally, no matter how hard I try."

I didn't realize it, but I had been avoiding making eye contact with him. Finally, I looked him in the eyes, and I could tell, I could just tell, that he was upset by this, and suddenly, I felt bad.

But, then I remembered that he called me a stupid leech, and that he spit me in the face. I turned away from him in a huff and said, "Dez, would you ask Austin if his cheek hurts?"

To give Dez credit, he did exactly what I asked. Austin sighed, "Tell her its still kind of stinging."

"Ally, Austin says his cheek is kind of stinging."

"Well, tell him his cheek deserved it."

"She says your cheek deserved it."

"Tell her, tell her my cheek is sorry. That it was stupid, and didn't know what it was doing, and it would do anything to take it back."

My heart skipped a beat. He knew, obviously, that we weren't really talking about his cheek. Since I wouldn't just talk to him, this was the only way he could say these things. Suddenly I felt bad for constantly dodging him. I felt bad about all of the times I couldn't even reply with a simple hello.

I faced him. I saw in his eyes that he truly meant it, that he really was sorry. But, then his face became distorted, and the vision of him yelling at me played, yet again, in my head.

"Dez? Will you please tell him that...that...it doesn't matter anyway."

For the first time, Dez didn't listen to me. He didn't just relay the message. "Ally, of course it matters."

"Just tell him!"

"Ugh. Austin, Ally says it doesn't matter."

"Ask Ally is she had fun working on the project."

"Ally...Austin wants to know if you had fun working on the project."

Did I have fun? "Well...yeah." But, then I got mad. "Except for the times when I was yelled at, spit on, and eavesdropped on."

Dez relayed the message to Austin. "Eavesdropped on?"

"Ally, Austin would like to know how he eavesdropped on you."

"The song!"

Dez, being the messenger, started sending the message. "Austin, Ally said," But then Austin interrupted, "I heard her! Ally come on! The song was amazing, you have nothing to be embarrassed of. It's not a bad thing to let people hear you."

I looked in his eyes, could feel the sincerity in his words. I finally spoke to him, not through Dez. "I don't think it's bad to let people hear me."

"Of course not. You just have terrible stage fright, sit alone, write amazing songs, yet no one can read them, and pretend you don't exist in all of your classes."

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not like you! I can't just get on stage and rock out, I'm not popular, I don't have a lot of friends."

"And you're too afraid to make a new ones."

"I am not!"

"You are too."

"No-"

"If you weren't afraid, then you wouldn't have shut me out all week. You would have just talked to me, and we'd be friends."

"I'll have you know that I am not afraid to make friends."

"Oh, obviously."

"Dez is my friend!"

I looked to Dez for support, but then I realized he was no longer there. I looked around the room, and saw Dez talking to Ms. Martinson. He cast a glance and smiled to himself. I think he left so we would finally talk to each other.

"Oh, I stand corrected."

"Why would I even want to be friends with you? You spit me in the face!"

"I said I was sorry."

"I know. But, that doesn't take away that you did it."

"That's not why you won't talk to me though. You're afraid that becoming my friend will inevitably bring you pain."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You have a huge ego you know?"

"It's one of my better traits."

I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. I just started cracking up. It felt like something inside of me, something I had been keeping locked in, finally was set loose, and I couldn't stop laughing. Austin joined in with me.

And then, the bell rang. You know what they say, saved by the bell.

I don't know what came over me. I talked to Austin, I laughed with Austin. I can't let that happen again. The more I talk to him, the more I want to be friends with him, the more pain that will come later.

I ran out of the room, not bothering to say bye to anyone, especially Austin. I could see the look of disappointment cross his face when I returned to my statue mode when the bell rang. The last thing I heard before I walked out of the door was Austin, saying to Dez, "You see what I mean?"

Have they been talking about me?