Hello! Sorry for the wait again. But hopefully this will make up for it

~Chapter Thirteen: I lied about everything~

I stared at him for a few seconds, I then realized something. His eyes were blood-shot, his body couldn't keep still he was swaying on his feet, and there was a horrible stench of...something on him. He was drunk. I'm sure of it. No too drunk, maybe tipsy, but drunk enough to try to kiss me. I took a step back from him and scoffed.

"What is it?" he asked. I shot him a death glare.

"How could you? And I actually though all that crap you said was true" I mumbled.

He took a step towards me, earning a scowl from me. "I don't understand" he replied. I rolled my eyes.

"You're drunk Austin. Just go home" I yelled.

The house was empty now apart from Austin and me and Trish somewhere, and it showed the horrible mess that people had left. He didn't move, he just stood there, staring at me.

"Get out! I need to help Trish" I yelled, pushing his chest.

He through his hands up in the air. "Fine. Whatever" he mumbled, sticking his hands into his pockets and waking out.

I sighed and began to pick up some of the red cups scattered around. "What happened there?" a voice asked.

I turned around and shrugged "I don't know, Trish. I thought he actually wanted to kiss me, I guess the alcohol just got to him" I replied.

She arched a brow at me "Um Ally. There's no alcohol here" she mumbled. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"But-but he was drunk! I swear he was" I argued.

She shrugged "He could have drunk it before he came. Or you just jumped to a conclusion" she replied.

I groaned and threw the cups away "Great, I've probably pissed him of to the max. He was already in a bad mood" I muttered.

"Look, Dez told me something" Trish said as she walked over to me.

"What?" I asked.

She sighed "He only told me that Austin has a good reason to be pissed off. He didn't even tell Dez why he was in such a bad mood. But he's been acting really wired. He invited Dez round to his house yesterday, then he rang him up and cancelled a few hours after. He sounded really stressed out" she explained.

I shut my eyes and massaged my temples. "Maybe I should just talk to him, ask him what's wrong" I thought out loud.

Trish shrugged "It couldn't hurt I guess. Just make sure you don't accuse him of being drunk this time"

I pouted "He wasn't drunk, he was tipsy. I know he was" I argued. Even though I knew he wasn't and I was just being an idiot.

She rolled her eyes at me "Whatever, you need to tell him not me. You know, because I'm a good friend I'll let you go and see him now"

I smiled and dropped the trash I was holding in my hands

"I didn't mean trash the place more. You know, just go before I change my mind" she mumbled.

"I love you, Trish!" I laughed and walked out of the house, walking back in seconds later "Where does he live?" I asked sheepishly.

Okay, 120, 121, 122! Aha! Found him. Okay that didn't sound stalkerish at all. Just shut. God!

Holy shit his house is bigger than Dallas'

I shook my head and slowly walked up to the door. I raised my hand and knocked 3 times. I gulped slightly as I heard footsteps from behind the door. The door suddenly swung open, reliving Austin, still looking extremely annoyed.

He eyed me and his eyes darkened. Yep, I don't think we're on good terms at the moment.

"Yes?" he asked, breaking me out of my concentration.

I smiled shyly "I wanted to apologise, can I come in?" I asked nervously.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I don't think that's a good idea. Why don't we just talk it out tomorrow?" he asked.

I sighed "Austin please, I feel really bad about all this" I stressed.

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, letting me in. I quickly walked in, staring in awe at his house. He led me through to his living room and sat down on the couch. I sat down next to him awkwardly playing with the bottom of my dress.

"I'm sorry for lashing out at you for no reason" I mumbled.

"You must have a reason" he snapped.

I avoided his eyes "I thought you'd been drinking. I guess I was just worried about you" I replied.

"I wasn't drinking, I thought about it but I didnt. And stop worrying I don't need some stupid girl worrying about me twenty-four seven" he hissed.

I glared at him "Excuse me? I'm not just 'some girl'. You should be grateful that I'm trying to look after you" I snapped back.

"I don't need you to look after me! Just stay out of my personal life." he argued. I scoffed and stood up.

"What the hell is your problem? I'm just trying to help you" I yelled.

He stood up and faced me "I don't need help from a stuck up, rich snob, like you" he yelled back.

I rolled my eyes "So this is all about money?" I asked.

He laughed dryly "You really don't get it do you? Take a good look around Ally. Where's my parents? Why is this place so empty? Big house for just one person, right? You have everything and you take it all for granted. You have parents that love you. Money. Everything."

I looked around and realized he was in fact, right. I frowned. "Why? Where are your parents" I asked.

He turned away from me. "When I was 6 my dad got a huge raise and he became obsessed with his job, trying to earn us money all the time. When I turned 8 his job then took my mom on-board. She became like him. They soon enough got a load amount of money but it never was enough for them, so they started going on business trips, leaving me alone. I've practically been an orphan since I was about 8. My mom and dad just went another business trip yesterday for a whole year. It's like they've just forgotten about me" he explained.

A feeling of guilt rushed over me. No wonder he was acting like this.

"I'm really sorry Austin, I should've noticed. I know how you feel" I mumbled.

His head snapped up as he glared at me "I don't need your pity and don't give me that 'I know how you feel' crap. At least you have parents" he screamed.

The guilt was soon replaced by anger. I gritted my teeth. "At least I have parents? Wow you're more delusional than I thought!" I yelled.

His glare deepened. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

Here it comes

I stood up straight "I was 7 when I lost my mom, shortly followed after my dad" I replied.

He rolled his eyes "Don't bullshit, I know you have both of your parents"

"Just shut up for one second!" I screamed. He closed his mouth. I closed my eyes tightly.

"I lied. Both of my parents are dead. My mom was murdered in front of me when I was 7 and my father committed suicide a year later." I felt tears prick at my eyes. He remained silent.

"I lied about everything. I live alone in an abandoned house, so I don't have to go into care. My parents are dead. And I'm not rich"

I'm gonna leave it there :D Whahaha! I'll update a.s.a.p