AGH, I haven't had internet for 27 hours, I swear I almost shot myself from boredom

~chapter Nine: Life's a bitch, then you die.~

I smiled politely as Dallas opened the car door for me. "Thanks" I mumbled with a blush.

He shut the car door behind me and climbed in through the other side.

I felt my mind wonder to a certain blonde haired boy. Questions filled my head and taunted me annoyingly.

What would happen if I told Austin?

Would he laugh in my face?

Would he feel sympathetic towards me?

Would be still be friends…?

If only Dallas didn't interrupt us. I could have known for sure. We would either be still in that room, maybe laughing about my stupid lie.

Or he would have stored out calling me a lying bitch or something like that…

-Daydream-

"Austin, there's something you need to know about me" I said, looking up from the floor and into his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes "You're not going to tell me you were born a dude or something, are you?" he asked.

I shook um head and laughed "No. I wasn't 'born a dude' like you said" I sighed.

I sighed "I'm-I'm not really rich" I quickly said.

He blinked and stared at me. "What?" he asked hesitantly, a look of amusement on his face.

I bit down on my bottom lip and chew on it slightly "I'm not rich, I made the whole thing up, just to impress you" I mumbled.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why would you lie? You know what Ally, forget it. I don't want to associate with people like…you." he spat and stormed out of the room.

-End of daydream-

Okay I was defiantly not telling him any time soon.

"So, Ally. Tell me about yourself" Dallas said without taking his eyes off the road and breaking my concentration.

I laughed "Like what?" I asked.

He smirked "What's your family like? Where do you live? What do you do for fun? Stuff like that" he mumbled.

I cleared my throat "Um, my family are...cool I guess. I live in a b-big-big house. And for fun I do all kinds of stuff" I replied.

He chuckled "Very descriptive" he said sarcastically.

I grinned "What can I say, I'm not an open person" I mumbled as the car came to a stop.

I turned towards the house and my mouth dropped open. "You live...here?" I asked my mouth still open.

He smirked and nodded, getting out of the car.

I don't mean to extradite but his house is freakin' huge. It's like a mansion. He opened the door for me and I climbed out still admiring the size of his house.

"Isn't your house like this, I mean, I've heard all the gossip about you" Gossip? He asked as we walked up to hos door step.

I smiled half-heartedly and nodded "Yeah, It's almost like we live at the same house, that's why I was so surprised, because it's so like my house" I replied quickly

God, that was a bad lie.

He opened the door and motioned me to follow. "You'll have to show me sometime, how about we study at yours next time?" he asked.

"NO!" I screamed. He shot me a funny look. "My mom and dad hate visitors. They like to keep the house private. Yep. Really private." I said nervously.

He nodded and led me into the kitchen. "Dad, this is Ally Daw- Ally" Dallas said to a middle-aged looking man with astonishing red hair and piecing green eyes. He didnt' look like Dallas one bit.

I smiled warmly at him "Nice to meet you Mr Garcia" I said.

He smiled back at me. "Ally, please call me Pete. It's nice to meet you. You remind me of an old...acquaintance" he said as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Okay, me and Ally are going upstairs, bye dad" Dallas yelled as he pulled me up stairs by the arm. I quickly followed his footsteps and we ended up in what I guess to be Dallas' room.

"Your dad seems nice, kinda strange if you don't mind me saying" I mumbled. He laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, he's not a very social guy" he replied.

I shot him a small smile "So, um, do you mind if I ask about your mom?" I asked, scared for an answer.

He sighed and sat down on his bed, patting the spot next him. I quickly sat next to him "About 10 years ago my dad was fired from his job, it was the most important thing in the world to him, apart from his family of course. His boss was moving and had to close down. My dad went into a state of depression after that. He spent months trying to find his boss so he could get his 'revenge'. A year later he found him. He was back then, a successful owner of a music store, had a wife and a daughter. It made my dad sick, so he tried all he could to close the store down. Protesting, shop lifting. Stuff like that. In the end he tried a full on robbery. He ended up shooting the wrong person and running out before he was caught." he avoided my eye contact and stared at the open space in front of him.

"My mom and he didn't find out about...the murder he committed until a year later. My mom flipped out, she started screaming about how he was disrespectful and sick, she swore she was going to tell someone. But in the end he ended up stabbing her in the stomach, just so she wouldn't tell. I know, it's vile. 9 years later, 2 therapist's, moving house twice, and a whole lot of hiding from the government later, he's just normal now. I guess. And I promised myself not to ever dwell on the past" he said.

I smiled at him. "Wow Dallas. You're brave. I admire you. I can't even talk to people about my issues with...everything" I mumbled.

He chuckled and shrugged "Life's a bitch, then you die. You just gotta' learn to live with it. Hey, maybe someday you can tell me about your 'issues'" he replied.

I nodded and sighed "I hope one day I can" I muttered.

Maybe Dallas wasn't as bad as I thought he was...

Ta-da. Not my best work but It's getting Dallas more into it now, which is important for this story;)