A/N: Here's the fourth chapter, I'm pretty happy with it, I hope you guys are, too. :) Enjoy.

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I wake up alone, something that I expected but still didn't really want to happen. I sigh, sitting up and running my fingers through my unruly hair. I know I need to go home as soon as possible because Dad will be at work but will be home from his lunch break soon and will probably figure out I was gone. I get out of bed, readjusting my dress and lazily picking my heels up off the floor. I head out the door, and the sight shouldn't shock me as much as it does. People passed out everywhere, spilt alcohol, the air smells like stale sweat... I shake my head, stepping over a guy on the floor- I recognize him as Darwin, the guy who tried to get with me last night that Austin punched in the head.

I head down the stairs. It's silent, but looks the same as upstairs. I sigh, realizing that Austin must have left. I make my way to the front of the frat house. As I'm passing the kitchen I hear a rustling, and I take a few steps back to glance in the room. Austin is holding a trash bag, swiping empty solo cups off of the counter and into the black plastic. I clear my throat, and he looks up. His face drops.

"I'm leaving." I say, and he stares at me for a moment before shrugging and bending down to pick up some cups. I roll my eyes and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I know I can't just leave and lose all contact with him because I did not take time off from the school of my dreams to stop here. "Thanks for telling me about the party, I had a good time. Maybe we could keep in touch?"

He glances up at me, looking bored. "I already told you that you're not my type, Sweetheart."

I've given up on trying to make sure he doesn't call me that. "I know that, I'm not trying to get with you, how many times do I have to tell you that?" I groan.

"Well," he cackles, "you did say I was, and I quote, 'pretty cute' when you met me."

I shrug. "Let's not forget the fact that you said you dream about me." I probably shouldn't have said that. My fears are confirmed by the intense look on his face. He drops the trash bag, and a few cups spill out, but he ignores them and walks up to me, getting closer to my face than I thought he would have dared.

"Listen," he says quietly and seriously, "whatever I told you last night, you need to forget about it, you got that? There will never be an us because you're a perfect little princess or whatever and, quite frankly, I am the campus bad boy who gets drunk and laid every weekend and smokes pot every now and then. We're not compatible, and you need to get that through your head, Sweetheart."

I back up a step and hold my hands up in defense. "Woah, now. First of all, I'm not trying to get with you, for the thousandth time! Second, why do you think I'm such a good girl, huh? You barely even know me, Austin." I cross my arms and huff, looking away. I'm getting frustrated.

He glares down at me, and shakes his head after a moment. "Just leave, okay? Please, just leave. I'm happy as I am."

"No you're not." I say, "You know that you're on a road to nowhere. Look around you, Austin. Is this really how you want to live your life?" I throw my arms up in frustration.

"Yes, it is actually." He shrugs, and then I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around, and my throat closes. I am face to face with Dallas.

"Hey, Austin." He says, nonchalantly. He throws an empty solo cup at the trash bag.

"Hey, Dallas." Austin sighs.

"That new liquor you bought for the party last night was great, you should get it again for next time." Dallas says before walking out of the kitchen and back down the hall. I'm aware of my hands shaking, so I ball my hands into fists. It never actually happened, I remind myself, Austin is alive. He's right in front of you.

"Tell me what happened in your dream." I say quietly, following Austin as he heads back to the trash bag. I set my heels on the counter and begin picking up bottles and cups.

"Are you crazy?" He snaps, "Like, literally, are you psychotic? Leave me alone."

I seriously consider telling him that I had a dream about him, too, but I decide to only use that method if it comes down to desperate measures. "Maybe I am." I shrug, "I'm just curious, is that so wrong?"

He scowls. "I guess not, but I'm not telling you, so don't ask again."

I frown, and he holds open the bag for me as I toss the trash into it. "I guess I'll go, then. Thanks for inviting me."

He rolls his eyes. "Wasn't necessarily an invite, Sweetheart."

I shake my head. "You're pathetic." I say, and I mean it. I'm beginning to wonder if this challenge is even worth my time. I could be in New York City right now, but instead I'm at a frat house. I walk out of the kitchen and dodge the mess in the house as I make my way out to my car, which has been teepee'd with toilet paper, along with every other car in the driveway. I groan, pulling the paper off of my car.

I hear someone clear their throat behind me, and I turn around. Austin is standing there, my heels in his hands. He holds them out awkwardly. "You forgot your shoes." I study him for a moment before taking them from his grasp and climbing in my car, putting the shoes in the passenger seat. I'm about to close my door, but he stops it with his hand. "Thanks for, uh... Thanks for taking care of me last night. No one has ever cared enough to do that."

I raise my eyebrow at him and wonder why he's being nice all of a sudden. Probably because I called him pathetic and walked out. "You're welcome." I say simply, trying to close my door once more. He stops it again, and I cross my arms in frustration. "What do you want?" I demand.

He bites his lip. "Nothing, just... There's another party tonight, if you want to come."

I glare at him. "If you think I'm going to show up at every party and babysit your drunk ass, you're wrong."

He shakes his head quickly. "No, that's not what I mean... Come and get drunk, just have fun. What do you say?"

"I'll think about it." I say simply, knowing that I won't show up again, and I especially won't be getting drunk with these people. I've had enough of this kind of scene, Austin was right, it's not my type.

"Give me your number and I'll text you the address of the party. So that you'll know where it is." He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and prepares himself to type it in. Even though I'm beyond frustrated with him right now, I can't lose the opportunity to give him my number, so I give it to him.

He finally allows me to shut my door, and I crank up my car and begin to drive away. I look in my rearview. He has his hand half extended, as if he were going to wave, but decided not to. He turns around and walks back inside. I wonder why me calling him pathetic had such an effect on him? I guess it's because I know his background and he knows that he has a ton of potential and he's wasting it, and he just doesn't want to admit it. I sigh and shake my head, turning on the radio, and trying to take my mind off of the situation for the first time in the past few days.

A/N: Please don't forget to review, favorite, and follow! Thanks for all the love, you guys! It means a lot! I'm thinking about aiming to turn this story into a trilogy. What do you think?