Dat feedback, tho. Okay, so I just uploaded Chapter 11 to Roses and Blood (if you are a Rosie fan. I'm going to call the EiE fans Embers and R&B fans Rosies. Lool, it's dumb) and I've really been wanting to get this out. I'm also writing another one-shot. BusyBeeisMee. Ah, that phrase didn't even make sense. *Faceplants onto keyboard*

(Rated T for Language, Violence, and Sexual Themes)

Ally POV(you heard me!)

As soon as school got out, I ran. Even faster than I did in Gym… in which my speed was pathetically slow. My body was feeling uncomfortably heated. It frightened me how I couldn't control my language or emotions when Austin and I were speaking with each other after the disturbing closet incident that I can't even bring up. Austin. I shook my head at the thought of him. Meeting him that morning, I knew how he was. Egotistical. Snarky. Arrogant. Cute.

Whaaatt? No. NOPE. There was no way that I was crushing on him. I shouldn't lie, he's very attractive. Even more attractive than that Dallas boy. But I knew Dallas was out of my league, so I dropped it. I had seen him in the hallway earlier that morning. As soon as I saw him, I got a fluttery feeling. Once I saw walking behind that one girl into a janitor's closet, the fluttery feeling dropped.

So her name was Cassidy. I was then relaxing on my mattress, looking up at my bedroom ceiling. Cassidy seemed like a..skank. I can't use language to describe her. All of those descriptive and crude comments to call a woman is what she came up as. Yet, Austin had dated her. They didn't even seem good for one another at all. Gladly, he ended the 'relationship'. I'm still wondering if he was even happy with me.

HER. I covered my face with my hands at the mistake I made in my mind. Good thing I never made a mistake like that in front of Austin. Or even out loud. I'd never hear the end of it. Not to mention the creepy points I'd earn. Ugh. My body was feeling warm, still. Even when I had my air conditioner on me and a cold water bottle that I was sipping from. Nervously, I felt my steamy forehead. It had to be a fever or something. The strange thing was that I never got sick.

I slowly got up from my bed, thinking through the events of my day as I walked to the bathroom for a thermometer. I had met two people. Well.. four; counting Dallas and Cassidy. Austin was the second person that I confronted out of random. He was sleeping in class. Who in their right mind sleeps while they're supposed to be learning!? Or at least working on the assigned project. I'm still whiny about it. The first person I had met during second period was a petite Latina named Trish. Very nice girl, but some slight anger issues. I could get used to her personality, though.

I was then standing in front of the bathroom mirror, turning on the sink in front of me to a cold setting. Splashing the freezing water into my palm, I shook my hand a bit before brushing my hand underneath my hair and cooled off my neck. Still feeling the prickly and scorching heat, I pushed my arms further into the sink, splashing the water onto my pale arms and hands. Looking closer at my skin, I noticed something. Physically, I looked pale and cold. On the inside, I felt like I was on the sun. It made no sense, and quite frankly; it scared the daylights out of me. I nervously eyed my reflection in the mirror, breathing heavily. Almost stumbling, I caught myself on the counter ledge. Right where the straightener was; it was left on..set on the highest setting.

I didn't feel the scorching burn.

Austin POV

I walked down the street, heading to school the next morning. Surely enough, a reporter was standing right in front of the hill I set fire to the previous day. The charred remains were still in crumbly bits on the ground. With a fake serious look through the whole session, she ended with a horrible and comedic conclusion. "Will your home be next? Tune in to MON at 10."

I rolled my eyes as I walked past the camera crew. Miami Official News was only covering it for an 'interesting' story that could be resolved with actual investigation. Not like they'd find anything. I don't leave any traces of my presence behind. It's quite shocking how I don't show up on the security cameras. Even if I was, I could just blend in with the fire easily.

Besides, burning down a house? I know, I've considered burning down Mr. Anderson's house once, but it's not like I'd actually do it. Hell, they don't even know who's doing it. What, so now there's this psychotic and demonic person running around burning down mounds of dirt and rock? SAVE THE SCHOOL CHILDREN!

Sarcasm always gets the best of me. Jogging up the steps of Seaford High, I looked back one last time at the news crew. The reporter lady was yelling at one of them, with a cup of coffee in her hand. Ah, the media. Dramatic as fuck in real life yet they can't act on camera. Shaking my head, I pushed open the two glass doors, entering the building.

First thing I saw: Kira Starr waving at me. Pretty face, intelligent, ignores her boyfriend.. yeah, not such a turn on for me. I blatantly ignored her as I walked by, pretending to listen my headphones even when no music was playing. It was my way of getting out of everything. Still, even while ignoring every single being, I still received flirty fingers. Oddly enough, I didn't want to respond to them at all. Usually, I'd be all for it, jerking my head up and down in sharp head nods making it look like I was having a neck spasm.

Instead, I kept my head forward, casually glancing around. Probably not the reaction they were expecting, but I didn't mind. My outcast side was beginning to shine through the cracks of my fake one. And I was completely okay with it. It was about time I shown my true self.

You know...minus the Ember Emperor thing.

Ally POV

Still feeling feverish, I decided that I would go to school. It would destroy my perfect attendance record that I had kept at my old school if I didn't go. I took my temperature before I left: 103. Yet, my skin was pale, sweaty, and the dark circles underneath my eyes added to the trainwreck.

Walking like a zombie through the hallways, I stopped at my locker. Even my pink lipgloss and purple eyeshadow didn't drag away the attention of the dark circles. My neck still overheated, I put my hair up into a high ponytail, so all the heaviness of my thick hair wouldn't trap the heat. If anything, the heat became worse.

My body temperature had wavered throughout the night, but still remained high. I closed my eyes, leaning against the refreshingly cold, metal locker. "Ally." I jumped, stuttering. There stood Trish, eyeing me like I was an alien. "You look terrible. What's up?" Sighing, I took my songbook and math textbook out of my locker, then shut it, leaning my back up against it for some temperature relief.

"I think I might have a fever, Trish. I came here anyway because.." Trish cut me off. "You didn't want to tarnish your perfect attendance, details, details." Wow, I must've babbled to her a lot.

"Plus, you should go to the nurse or something. Honestly, you look like you got ran over by a bus." I sighed impatiently. "Yeah, ok.." I muttered, trying to find a way to tell her I was fine.

"And not like.. a regular sized school bus. I'm talkin' like a double decker bus just flew over you as you were flattened like a pancake on the street and I had to use a scooper thing just to pick you up-" I put my palm on her shoulder. "I get it." She tilted her mouth. "Trish!" I heard someone call. A red-headed boy came running up, out a breath. He seemed to have an issue with his suspenders staying on his shoulders. "What is it Dez? Can't you see that I'm busy here?!" She motioned to me with her manicured hand.

The boy known as Dez heaved for air. Poor guy seemed out of shape. "H-have you.." he sucked in another breath. Trish put her hands on her hips, annoyed. If it took longer than ten seconds to speak, she was done with the conversation. "Come on, Ally. We need to go to first period." I picked the wrong time to be focused. "Aren't we going to be really early? We still have fifteen min..u..tessss." I faded my speaking because of the desperate and angered look she gave me. Dez blew out another breath. "S-seen my.." he sucked in for air. Trish and I had a game of guessing what it was.

"Keys?"

"He doesn't have a car."

"They could be to his house or something.."

Aggravated sigh.

"Lunch money?"

"I thought he brought his own lunch."

"Well, he could buy a water bottle or something.."

"Psht. He brings juice with him."

"Capri sun?"

"Sometimes Sunny D.."

"Ew. I hate Sunny D."

"SUNNY D FTW!"

"That better represent 'For the win'.."

"It doesn't."

Scoff.

"Oooh! I know! The starfish, right?"

"He has a starfish?"

"Yeah. It got stuck to his face one time."

Dez's weak breath.

"Uh.. girlfriend?"

"Bitch please."

"GUYS!" Dez bursted out. Trish and I looked up at him, pausing the argument. "My turtle! I took him to his dressing room, went to get him a scarf and came back, but he wasn't there." Glancing over at Trish, I gave her a confused look. "Well.. call his agent!" Trish looped her arm around mine and dragged me down the hall with her. "Ugh! I hate that guy." she grumbled, still dragging me to first period. "Next time I see him-" she stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Holy crap, Alls, you weren't kidding about that fever. You feel like.."

"What?" I asked lightly.

"You feel like you're on fire.."

AYOOCAPTAIN JACK! Ah, shiznits, this chapter was fun to make, no joke. Chapter 4 will be more serious, introduce more characters, Austin and Ally get married.

Hehe, just kidding.

Credits:

[1]: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!

[2]: I don't own Sunny D or Capri Sun. But, eh… SUNNY D FTW.

[3]: I made up the whole MON news show. 'Miami Official News' sounds so bland when I think about it..

[4]: You know Ally's mistake when she said "ME" instead of "HER"? Well, that was literally one of my typos and I was like "Holy crap, I need to keep that" soooo, that's why that exists. Want me to tell you how babies exist? :D

Hugs and Auslly;

Valerie x