Okay, so I know this chapter seems weird at first, but it's not the wrong thing I swear...if yoou just keep reading, you'll get it. I wanted to speed things up a little, so I decided to do this...you'll get what I mean when you read it.

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Chapter 15

"Ally, come on, eat your breakfast." My dad sighed. I shook my head.

"Not hungry." I mumbled, holding my head.

"You need to eat your breakfast else you'll be tired and hungry all day." He said sternly. I snapped.

"I don't want any fucking breakfast!" I shouted, looking at him for the first time this morning. He gasped, but I assumed it was more because of my face than my choice of language.

"Ally! What happened to you?" he gasped. I looked away again, biting my lip to keep the tears at bay.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I mumbled.

"Don't give me that crap, Ally. You have a black eye! Did you get into a fight?"

"No, of course I didn't get into a fight. You know me, dad." I sighed, pushing my bowl away from me. I suddenly felt sick.

"Then what happened? Don't tell me it was that Austin boy. I swear, if he laid one finger on you I am going to-"

"No! No, dad, it wasn't Austin." I said quietly. He looked like he didn't believe me, but didn't finish his sentence. He didn't need to. I know exactly what he would do to any guy who dared lay a finger on me. Which is why I don't want to tell him what happened…

***Flashback***

"Come on, Ally. It's just a party. I swear, you'll have fun." Austin said, playing with my hair. We were lying on my bed, me writing in my book while Austin did everything in his power to distract me.

"I'm not sure…I don't dance, and what is there to do at a party like this except dance?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Mingle? Socialise? Look, Ally, people have been pretty accepting of us as a couple, which is great. But that doesn't mean you're instantly popular. You need to make some more friends, Als." He sighed. I rolled my eyes.

"Because the great Austin Monica Moon can't date a girl with only one friend, right?" I said bitterly. He stopped stroking my hair to place his finger under my chin and move my face so our eyes met.

"I don't care if you have one friend or one hundred friends. I love you. But I know you, and I know you would love to have more friends. I think it's killing you to only have Trish." He muttered. I shook my head, then sighed and hung my head. He was right; I love Trish, but I would love to have more friends.

"Well, I guess it would be nice to have a few more friends…but I still don't know if this party is the best idea. It's one thing making friends with people, it's a whole different thing making friends with drunken people."

"Aw, come on Als! It's actually a lot easier to make friends with someone who's wasted."

"Yeah, but the next day they don't remember even speaking to you." I muttered sourly.

"You watch too much TV. Only really, really drunk people forget everything. It'll be fine. In fact, it's even better for you."

"Why?"

"Because if you get nervous and embarrass yourself, which you do a lot, their memory will be hazy enough that they won't care about it." He joked. I slapped his arm playfully, and he smirked. I frowned, wondering what he was up to, then cried out as I felt him slap my ass. Hard.

"Austin!" I shouted, before collapsing in a fit of giggles. He smirked and tried to kiss me, but I moved my head so he kissed my cheek. He didn't let it deter him, however, and I gasped as he began making his way down my jaw towards my neck. I groaned as I felt him sucking at a sensitive spot, momentarily overcome by the sensation. Then I snapped back to reality and shoved his head away.

"Austin!" I shouted. He looked at me innocently.

"What?"

"You can't give me a hickey! What if my dad saw? He'd go crazy!" I whisper-yelled. He laughed, looking at my neck.

"It may be a little late…" he said. My eyes widened and I got up, running over to the mirror. I groaned at the light-purple coloured mark forming there. I heard Austin chuckle and I glared at him. He got up and came over to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly before whispering in my ear.

"Now I've left my mark. No-one can deny that you're mine." He purred, and I shivered.

"I wasn't denying it in the first place…but seriously, if my dad sees, he's going to kill you." I told him matter-of-factly. He laughed.

"As long as I can die in your arms…" he whispered, trying to reach his head around to kiss me. I laughed and pushed him away again.

"Okay, Justin Bieber, stop being mushy." I joked. His eyes narrowed.

"Don't say his name."

"I'm sorry, but when you start quoting Bieber songs, things will get ugly…" I said. He laughed, pouncing on me. I squealed as we both tumbled to the ground, thankful that I managed to land on him. I wriggled, trying to get away from him, but he was holding me around the stomach tightly. I couldn't get free. Eventually I managed to twist myself around so that we were face-to-face, and one of my legs slid between both of his. I heard him gasp and I smirked, playing innocent.

"What's wrong, Austin? Did I hurt you?" I asked, moving my leg slightly. He groaned, closing his eyes for a second.

"Al-ly." He hissed. I laughed.

"Yeah?" I asked, still feigning innocence.

"Oh you know exactly what you're doing."

"Actually, I don't. Care to tell me?" I asked him, shifting my weight again and making him gasp again. He shut his eyes tightly and started reciting the alphabet under his breath. I'm sorry, but this was just too funny.

"Austin? Hello? What are you doing?" I asked. His grip around me tightened, making me gasp. His eyes opened and he glared at me.

"If I let go, will you get off of me?" he asked.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'. He sighed, and I moved my other leg so both mine were between his. He groaned loudly and I giggled.

"Seriously, Austin, what's wrong?" I asked him. He glared at me, faking anger.

"You, Ally Dawson, are a tease." He whispered. I laughed, and then I couldn't take it anymore. I moved my head down and kissed him. I felt him relax and kiss me back, and soon our breathing was sped up and we were gasping for breath.

"You make me feel like I just ran a marathon every time I kiss you." I whispered. He laughed, but it sounded strained.

"And you make me feel like I need to develop much better self-control when you do things like this." He choked out. I laughed, moving my legs again. He groaned loudly and rolled us over, releasing me from his grip to place his hands either side of my head, straddling me. I smiled, my heart speeding up in anticipation. He grinned before kissing me forcefully, hands travelling all over my body, sending thrills racing up and down my spine. He pulled away to continue his earlier ministrations, and this time I didn't stop him. I got a strange thrill from knowing he was marking me, claiming me as his own. I knew I would probably regret it later, but right then I didn't care what he did.

When I felt him tugging on my shirt I let him roll us over, getting to my knees so I could pull it over my head. I was silently thanking the Lord that my dad was out. Then we returned to our earlier position and then his shirt was gone, and his hands were on my zipper. He looked me in the eyes, silently asking my permission. I nodded, knowing that I was ready. This was what I wanted. He smiled, a little nervously, and then moved back to slide my jeans down my legs. I shimmied a little to help him out and suddenly felt self-conscious. I got to my feet, not wanting to go any further while still on the floor, and then I was unbuttoning his jeans.

And then we were on the bed, and I was smiling breathlessly. We were still wearing underwear, but the moment still felt indescribably intimate, and the way he was looking at me, looking at my face and not my body, made me feel like the most special girl on the planet.

He smiled at me and I felt his hands move to the clasp of my bra. I smiled shyly, but nodded. He then froze, disappointment etched into his perfect features.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I, erm…I don't have…I haven't got a, you know, a condom." He muttered. I smiled, looking over at my dresser. His eyebrows shot up.

"Don't tell me you were expecting this?" he asked me. I smiled, biting my lip.

"Well, I wouldn't say I was expecting it, but I wanted to be prepared. Just in case." I said softly. He smiled, reaching over to the drawer and tugging it open.

And that's when it all went wrong. I looked over to make sure he was opening the right drawer, and I found out, the hard way, that he had tugged a little too hard. I cried out in pain as his elbow came into contact with my face, shooting up and holding a hand over the eye. Austin dropped the drawer and sat up, concern and regret marring his expression.

"Oh my God, Ally! Are you okay? I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that, do you need an ice-pack? Are you bleeding?" he babbled. I felt the tears sliding down my cheek and pulled my hands away slowly. He checked it over quickly, then looked a little relieved. I assumed that meant there was no blood.

"Can you open it?" he asked me slowly. I tried, and managed to, but it hurt like hell. I winced and felt fresh tears well up. He pulled me into his chest and rubbed my back comfortingly.

"I really am sorry, Ally. I didn't mean to." He said, and I could hear how pained he was. I pulled back, wiping my eyes, and smiling wryly at him.

"I know you didn't mean to. You wouldn't do something like that on purpose." I managed to choke out. He sighed, looking guilty but I could tell he was a little relieved to know I wasn't angry at him.

"Okay, well, I'm going to go get you an ice-pack. You stay here, okay?" he said softly. I nodded, trying to control the tears as I watched him leave. I knew he hadn't meant to do it, and I didn't blame him at all. I think I was mostly crying because things had been going so perfectly, and now it was ruined. And it hurt, of course. It hurt a lot. I tried to open it again, with a little more success. I managed to keep it open for a few seconds, relieved to see that, though hazy, my vision was intact. Austin was back in record time, a bag of frozen peas in his hand.

I gasped as he gently placed the bag over my eyes, then relaxed as I felt the soothing numbness.

"Is this helping?" Austin asked after about a minute. I nodded, smiling gratefully.

Eventually, the pain in my eye faded to a dull throbbing and I grabbed a pair of pyjamas to put on. Austin helped me slide the shirt over my head, although, as I reminded him, it was my eye that hurt, not my arms. He just chuckled and shrugged.

I slid the shorts on and kissed his cheek. I checked the time and when I saw that it was almost midnight I decided that Austin was staying the night. I locked my bedroom door, since my dad was due home around one in the morning, and I definitely didn't want my dad to find Austin in my bedroom. That is one awkward conversation I desperately want to avoid.

Austin only had with him the clothes he wore here, and since there was no way my dad's clothes would fit him he just slept in what he was wearing. We curled up together under my covers, and I couldn't help but smile at the way our bodies fit together so perfectly.

***End Flashback***

We woke up this morning to the sound of my dad banging on my bedroom door. I knew he would blow up if he found out that Austin had stayed overnight, so we made a plan. Well, after Austin got over the initial shock of my black eye. I didn't want to look in the mirror but I could imagine how bad it looked.

The first thing I did was cover the hickey Austin left on my neck the night before. It wasn't huge, but it was pretty obvious, and my dad would know exactly what it was if he saw it.

Then I asked my dad if I could borrow his phone charger, so that when he went into his room to find it Austin could run down the stairs and out the door. I went with him, kissing him goodbye and waving at him from the porch. Luckily his car was parked a little way down the street, so my dad wouldn't see him drive away.

Cue the beginning of our awkward conversation.

"So if it wasn't Austin, who was it?" he asked.

"It was, erm…well…"

"That's it. I'm going to kill him." He hissed, grabbing his keys from the bowl and starting out of the kitchen. I grabbed his arm, panicking.

"Seriously dad, it wasn't Austin! At least, it wasn't his fault. It was a total accident, I swear." I conceded, knowing that if I didn't tell him the truth he would assume the worst and Austin would be in some serious shit.

"What happened then?" he asked, face burning with barely-controlled anger. I sighed, sitting down.

"It was an accident. He was…he was opening a drawer and he misjudged it. My face happened to be in the wrong place, and he smacked me with his elbow. He feels terrible and he got me an ice pack-well, a bag of frozen peas- and everything." I explained in a rush. He smiled and shook his head, sighing in relief.

"Good. I'm glad."

"Huh?"

"I mean I'm glad it was an accident, and that he was sorry. I'm not glad you got hurt, of course. What were you two doing though?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, blushing.

"You must have been sat on the floor or lying down or something to get hit by his elbow…you know what? Never mind. Don't tell me. I don't think I want to know." He said, shuddering. I chuckled a little, but couldn't meet his eyes.

"Well, I'm going to be late for school, and I still haven't done my make-up. I'll see you later dad." I muttered, kissing him on the cheek and running upstairs. I used my foundation to cover up the majority of the discolouration, and got creative with my concealer to cover the rest. When I was done I looked a little like an orange, but the bruise was completely hidden.

I walked to school, since I had agreed to meet Austin there. Since Austin and I finally went back to school properly, people had been talking. And I mean a lot. There were rumours flying around everywhere about us. A few people think we had a one night stand, or he got me drunk and took advantage of me and now I'm pregnant. Others think he's just trying to get into my pants, although since Dallas told everyone those lies about summer everyone knows I'm not a virgin. Austin keeps telling me to ignore them, but it's difficult. He doesn't care, because he never cared what people thought of him. And people already thought he was a player and a bad-boy, so this doesn't come as a shock to any of them. But people glare at me, they scoff as I walk past. And the worst thing is when they look at me with pity in their eyes. I hate having people pity me. I know my friends and Austin should be the only ones that matter to me in this, but I can't help but care about what everyone else thinks.

When I walked into school, a lot of people stopped talking. Scratch that, everyone stopped talking. People were staring at me, some looking pitying and some smirking. I was confused; did I have something on my face? Was my skirt tucked into my pants? I walked down the hall, hugging my bag to my chest. I got halfway to my classroom before some idiot decided to break the silence.

"So he finally ditched you, then? Did he give up trying or did you finally put out?" he called. I heard a few chuckles but most people looked apologetic. I hugged my bag closer to my chest and blushed. I kept walking, trying to ignore them, but as I walked, more and more people joined in the laughter. I was looking at the ground so I didn't see Tilly until I walked into her. I stumbled backwards, head snapping up and mouth opening automatically to apologise.

"Watch out, freak. Oh, it's you. And no Austin, I see. So, what, did you finally get a taste of your own medicine?" she sneered. I glared at her.

"I never did anything to Dallas. He screwed me over and dumped me. I don't give a fuck what he says, that is what happened. And Austin hasn't dumped me, we just didn't come to school together today."

"Sure, as if I'm going to believe that." She scoffed. Just then I heard the whispers start again and footsteps approaching from behind. Hoping to God that it was who I thought it was, I turned around, grinning widely when I saw Austin. He grinned back, grabbing me and kissing me quickly, but passionately. Then he looked at Tilly, and then at the crowds of people watching us all.

"What's going on here?" he asked, draping an arm around my shoulders casually. I snuggled into his side automatically, wincing when I realised that it would look like I was showing off to Tilly.

"Wait, you haven't dumped her yet?" Tilly asked. Austin looked confused, shaking his head slowly.

"Why would I have?"

"Well, everyone's expecting it, and when she came into school alone…" she muttered, cheeks flaming.

"Oh my God, why is everyone expecting me to dump Ally? I am not going to dump her! Ever! I love her, for fuck's sake! I am completely, totally, undeniably in love with Ally Dawson! Why is that so hard to believe?" he shouted. I looked him in the eyes, trying to tell him to calm down without speaking, but it didn't help. I could feel him shaking.

"How can you be in love with her! You're Austin Moon! You don't fall in love!" she shouted. I was shocked at her outburst, and apparently so was Austin.

"Tilly, you barely know me. I don't think I've ever even spoken to you properly. Why do you care?" he asked.

"Because I have been trying to get your attention since the beginning of High School, you idiot! And I thought we had something!"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you took my virginity at that party last year!" she screamed. Everyone froze. The entire hallway was silent. Austin's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"What?" he whisper-shouted.

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