Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter!
I don't own Austin and Ally I only own this plot and a few characters.
I watched how Ally was tormented. I watched when Chelsea beat her up. I watched Chelsea put Ally's hair in the locker and tied her hands and ankles. And yet I still did nothing. I still watched as everyone else went to class. I just couldn't bring myself to help her. As I went to turn away, I heard a soft voice start singing. I knew it was Ally singing, because she used to perform sometimes for me when we were friends. When we were friends. I kept thinking, but was soon brought out of my thoughts by Ally's voice getting louder and louder with every word.
He hid behind his lunchbox
Every day at that bus-stop
Where some big ole boys got their kicks
Kickin' him 'round
He was scared as hell of that Recess Bill
That grey ground was more like a battlefield
And he knew he'd get himself killed
If he didn't back down
With black in his eye and blood in his mouth
On the way home, all he thought about
Is we could've been team-mates, we could've been friends
You could've made a difference, you could've stepped in
If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be
But no... You had to pick on me
She heard them laughin' 'bout the way she looked
In the hallway at the high-school she hid behind her books
Every day in that lunch-room, she wouldn't eat a thing
She stared in that mirror, hatin' what she'd see
Tryin' to be pretty became a disease
She was killin' herself, just dyin' to fit in
The diary she kept underneath her bed
Hid all those words, that she never said
We could've been sisters, cheerin' at the games
We could've gone to prom, shared the same limousine
If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be
But no... You had to pick on me
I couldn't do this. I couldn't listen to another word or I would break down, but for some reason I couldn't move.
It's time to make a stand, take responsibility
Cause it's gotten outta hand
There should never have to be
Another child's headstone
That might as well read...
You had to pick on me
Yeah, you had to pick on me
I turned away quickly realizing everything that she's going through. I left her to fend for herself against these people who were jealous of what she had. She had the looks, she was popular, plus she was smart, she was kind and everybody loved her. Until we got to Middle School, that all changed when she started getting more attention from the guys. The girls got jealous so they started picking on her. By the 7th grade almost everyone had started bullying her. And that year I had left her, I had left her for some new "friends."
*Flashback*
"Hey Trish! Wait up!" Called Ally after school one day.
"What do you want?" I snapped, trying to be cool.
"Well I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out after school tomorrow?" She said completely unaware of my tone.
"Sorry Dorkson, but I don't want to 'hang out with you' I want to hang out with my friends." I said turning away.
"But-" Ally had started but I cut her off.
"No buts Dorkson, I've got a chance to be popular, so I will take that chance. All you ever did was hold me back by being friends with you." I stated while walking away from a shocked and hurt Ally.
*Flashback ends*
After I had that flashback I collapsed. I couldn't believe I had done that. I couldn't believe what I had done for popularity. I broke down crying, crying about everything I had done. Done. Done. That's what I am done doing. I'm done bullying Ally. I'm done walking away without helping her. I'm done watching Chelsea hurt Ally. I'm done.
I quickly stood up and ran towards where Ally was.
She was unconscious, so I quickly untied the rope around her hands and ankles. I also opened the locker to take her hair out of it. And by the time I was done, Ally was starting to come out of unconsciousness.
"Trish?" Ally asked shocked when she seen me helping her.
"Hey Ally." I answered awkwardly.
"If you've come to pick on me, then go ahead. It doesn't matter anymore." Ally replied closing her eyes.
"No Ally, I am not going to pick on you anymore. I'm done with them." I replied hoping she would believe me.
"Oh yea? Well then prove it." I froze after she said that. "I didn't think so, so go ahead and continue picking on me." She said still with her eyes closed.
I had to show her I've changed, so I grabbed her arm dragging her to the lunchroom where everyone was. I pulled her with me and told her to watch.
"Here's my proof." I said while walking over to Chelsea.
"Chelsea!" I yelled gaining everyone's attention.
"Oh hey Trish! Did you see what I did to Dorkson?! Hahaha that perfect, wasn't it?" Chelsea exclaimed
"No Chelsea it wasn't. Why do you still pick on her? Why do you still bully her? Why? What's the point anymore? Besides the fact that you're pathetic." I said while staring at her straight in the eyes. "You pick on her because of nothing?! She did nothing to you! It's not her fault that every guy started giving her more attention! So stop with all this bullshit!" I yelled while walking away. "Also I'm done being a part of your so called popular group!" I said to a stunned Chelsea and walking towards a stunned Ally.
"Now Ally, do you believe me?!" I asked hoping for the best.
"Yes Trish I do believe you!" She said while we both hugged each other tightly.
Wow, how many of you thought this chapter was about Austin? I know I was beginning to wonder too, and I'm writing this story! Hahaha oh well. I don't think any of these other chapters will be about bullying or anything like that, but I don't know for sure. Ok so I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Also I beg you to review please I want to know your opinions! That's all thank you for reading!
Oh and I still don't own You had to pick on me by Matt Kennon.
~MickeyMouseR5AA