WARNING: I have only 1 more week of holidays before I have to go back to school... And I've got a huge list of homework to do, so I'm going to try to do it today [starting right after this]. The thing is, I didnt write another chapter after this one, so there's a chance I may not be uploading tomorrow. SO SORRY, seriously. I'm going to try to finish a chapter for tomorrow, but I should seriously do my homework... Damn, I'm so lazy!

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Ally's POV

I woke up early and smiled when I saw Dougie sleeping next to me; he really looked like an angel. I checked the time and I felt annoyed; I was going to arrive late to school if I didn't hurry. I stood up slowly and then ran toward my room. I dressed up quickly and ran downstairs.

"Sarah, have you seen my skateboard?" I said.

She was sitting in a chair as she tried to feed Eli. She smiled at me.

"Yes, it's in the garden, sweetie…" she said and I ran outside. I grabbed my skateboard and ran inside again. Just when I was about to leave, Susan called me again from the kitchen.

"What mum? I mean, Susan"

"Aw, no, dear, call me mum, I love it!" she said smiling from ear to ear "I just wanted to ask you how long Dougie's staying"

"Well, I don't know… He said he cant go back to his house, I guess he's moving somwhere else"

"Tell him he can stay with us as long as he wants; Dougie Poynter is staying at my house, for God's sake, I'm so lucky" she started to jump up and down around the kitchen and Eli laughed at her, which made me laugh; that's when I noticed I was happy.

"I'm running late for school, bye" I said and left.

About fifteen minutes later I arrived at school and almost had to run to my classroom. Jazzie laughed when I entered running the classroom before the professor could arrive; they usually closed the doors before any student who was arriving late could come in.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

"I forgot my alarm clock in my bedroom"

She looked confused "And you didn't sleep in your bedroom?"

It'd took me long to explain what had happened last night, so I figured out it'd be funny to say it in the short way and enjoy her reaction.

"Actually, I slept with your brother" I said in a casual tone.

Her face went blank and I was about to laugh when Julie, Kate and Sophie, who were sitting in front of us, turned around immediately with horrified faces.

"You did what!?" Kate said.

"Well, I was actually having a private conversation with Jazzie, you know?" I said annoyed. Since the closet accident, I'd been rude to them, trying to scare them, trying to make sure nothing like that day would happen to me again.

"I do not care, this is about Dougie Poynter, for God's sake! You are so lying!" she said. Sophie was breathing heavily, as if she was about to cry.

"Calm down, jeez, you don't even know him" Jazzie said.

"I don't care!" Julie said "He has just broken up with Frankie, this was my chance to go get him!"

"He's already Ally's, I'm so sorry to disappoint you… Well, I'm actually not" Jazzie was enjoying this but I had the feeling she was talking too much. The professor entered the class room and the three annoying girls turned around. Jazzie couldn't help laughing a little bit more and then put a little piece of paper over my desk.

'Did you sleep with him?' it said.

'No, I was just kidding. He needed a place to stay and so he stayed in my house' I wrote and put the paper over her book.

She looked disappointed and I gave her a killing look. "Pervert" I whispered.

"I just want to make sure you'll be my future sister-in-law" she said and turned to watch the professor.

I blushed and looked down at my books; I'd never really thought about marriage, I was still 17 after all and I'd never had a boyfriend… Dougie and I still weren't even together but somehow Jazz was already thinking about our marriage. 'Well, she'd be my bridesmaid for sure… I've never worn a dress before, I wonder how I'd look… Dougie must look awesome in a suit…'

The whole class stood up and I turned confuse to watch Jazzie standing up too.

"Where are we going?" I said.

"Someone's been daydreaming" she said and smiled.

I followed her through the hallways of the school, the professor was walking in front of all of us and I felt lost.

"Seriously, where are we going?" I asked her.

"Relax, we are just going to paint"

"I said seriously"

"I am being serious!"

"Why are we going to paint?"

"I don't know, he said something about a psychological test; they let us paint whatever we want and then a psychologist sees it"

I immediately felt uncomfortable; the best psychologist of Britain would need treatment after listening the story of my life. I didn't even know how to draw, music was my thing, I was a horrible painter.

I walked behind Jazzie all the time, my legs moved as they followed her but my mind was somewhere else, I couldn't help thinking about Dougie, I was lost in the deepness of my thoughts, wondering how it'd be like to be loved by Doug.

We entered in a big room that had many easels with white papers over them [author-note: I don't know how the things where you paint on are called, so I just wrote 'write papers'] and very little desks next to all of them. I was doing my best to try to pay attention to whatever the professor was saying; we had to paint our life in just one drawing. I could just paint a black hole in the white paper, but I didn't want to because the psychologist would obviously notice there's something wrong with me and the last thing I wanted was to have to talk about this with the people from school.

I left my easel and walked toward the professor, avoiding Julie and Sophie in my way; they were giving everyone small tins with paint and I was aware they were particularly angry at me today because of what they had heard, and I didn't want to give them the chance to throw that paint over me and make me look like an idiot in front of the whole class.

"Professor, I was wondering if I could skip this… Assignment" I said as I looked around us, making sure no one was listening; if someone denied to paint their life is because they are hiding something, don't you think? If you are hiding something, you won't even want people to know you are hiding anything, and that was exactly what I was doing; I was hiding my dark past but I didn't want them to know I had a dark past.

"Why, Ally?" he asked me.

"Because it's my life, it's private"

"No one will hear what the psychologist thinks about your painting"

"Then what's the point on doing it?"

"By no one I meant your classmates, if that's what you are worrying about"

"Who's going to see it?"

"Just me, the psychologist and the headmaster"

"Well, I don't want to do it"

"Why not?"

"I've told you why not"

He looked annoyed at my lack of politeness.

"Look, Ally; I give the orders here so go do that painting like everyone else now"

I turned around quickly so he wouldn't see my extremely angry face and I was about to start cursing him in my mind but as soon as I turned, I bumped into somebody else and almost fell backwards. Julie screamed loudly and looked at herself in horror; she was full on painting. Everybody started laughing immediately.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!" I said honestly as I stood up and froze in front of her.

"You nasty weirdo, you are not sorry!" she said as tears filled her eyes "You did this on purpose!"

"No, it was an accident, I swear!"

"You'll pay for this, Heller!" she said angrily before leaving the room.

Jazzie came running to me as she laughed. I felt horrible, I wanted to go after her and help her get all that painting off her –though I had the feeling she would have to buy a new uniform— but I knew she wouldn't let me anyway, and she wasn't going to believe me either.

"That was amazing, Ally" she said.

"Shut up, Jazzie" I said "It's not funny"

"Hell yeah it is!"

I sighed and walked toward my easel again. I stood up in front of it and looked around; I was afraid anyway would watch whatever I draw, so I decided I'd better paint about something else; my new life maybe… Or Dougie, my first love. I looked around the room again, but this time I was trying to see if Julie was back… Not only she wasn't, but her two best-friends, Sophie and Kate, were staring at me with killing looks. I begun to think that I'd have to watch my back at school after this, Julie had really meant what she'd said; she'd try to make me pay for this. I laughed; I'd been aimed with a gun [a-n.: is that written properly?] many times in my life before, a 17 years old brainless girl's threats wouldn't scare me. Hit me with your best shot, Barbie.