Popular Girl & Bad Boy

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I'm so sorry I didn't post. I've been busy with school and MSAs and such. I apologize. Okay guys, so this is the beginning of chapter one of season two. This is when Elliot, Austin, and Ally go to college. Hope you enjoy my story.

Last time on Popular Girl & Bad Boy:

"Allyson, dad wants us to come down for breakfast."

Ugh, blondie.

"Hey, DORKSON, we're working together,"

"Baby, tell me is this good for you? Cause for me it's a dream come true. I think about you boy, day and night. If this is wrong, I don't care if I'm right. Cause I know, one thing's for certain, boy I'm not hurting for inspiration. And I feel, when we're together, it could be forever, and ever, and ever. I wanna be the ocean to your shore, bring you comfort ever more. I wanna be the only one you need, be the oxygen you breathe. Is this good as I think it is? Cause right now I'm so into this. And there's nothing more that I would ever ask for, then to be with you, just to be with you."

"You're into music?"

"Hey Ally-gator."

"I dare Dawson, in heaven, with Moon."

Ally's POV:

I'm in college! Finally. New friends, new school, new start! I think the most important thing is: No boyfriend! I'm single, I'm single. Hoo!

"Hey Ally." Jesse winked at me as he walked to class. "Hi Jesse." look at me, I'm pathetic. I said that breathlessly. Do you think he noticed?

I had a college crush. His name is Jesse Kilman. He's dreamy... He takes my breath away.

As I was wandering to class, imagining stuff, I bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I should've looked at where I was going. I'm so sorry." I picked up his papers.

"No problem, Ally." I looked up to see the foreign exchange student, the British Conrad. "Hey Conrad. Have you heard the news on campus?"

"No. Is it important?" Conrad asked. "Nah. But I'm going to be late. See you later, Conrad."

I hurried to class, not noticing any noise of shuffling in the hallways. "Ms. Dawson, you're late." my professor heard the noise the door caused.

"Professor Smikman, I assure you; I'm not going to be late again." I replied. "I'm sure of that. Allyson, I want you to sit with," she paused and looked around.

"Jesse. I'm sure you're going to make good science partners." she continued to call attendance. I gulped, my heart pouncing with anxiety.

Jesse's POV:

I silently read my book when Ally rushed in. "... Professor Smikman, I assure you; I'm not going to be late again." Ally anticipated.

"... Jesse. I'm sure you're going to make good science partners." Mrs. Smikman seated Ally next to me. "Come here, Ally." I patted the seat next to me.

"Class, today is a big day. Today we will dissect a frog. I'm sure you've heard of dissection in high school and middle school," Mrs. Smikman told the class.

"Well, today is the same exact thing. So when I call you up, you and your partner will come up and grab the dissection tools and such."

"Katelyn and Daniel. Theresa and Grace. Felix and Conrad. Bradley and Sarah. Allyson and Jesse. Nate and Jennifer."

Ally wouldn't even go near the frog. Unfortunately, I had to do the dissection without her.

Narrator's POV:

Jesse drove down to his house after a day's worth of his science college. It cost a lot, but it was worth it. Ally, however, lived at her friend's house.

They went home, tired, exhausted, even after the professor left the stadium. They were pumped, however, at the sight of their classmates.

Jesse was frazzled at the sight of well, you know. Jesse had a girlfriend, her name was Olivia. He loved her.

Ally was delirious at that point, you know. Where, she wonders if checking Jesse's Instagram was whether or not sane.

Where, she wonders, jumping off from a building would affect people's decisions.

She asks herself, Is this possible? Should I do that thing? Should I go die? Would people care?

Many questions arise from young Allyson's mind as she explores her inner thoughts.

Ally's POV:

I should get on Instagram and see if Jesse wants to hang out. Should I? I don't know.

Instagram log-on:

Username _

Password _

Log on.

I clicked log on, the feeling of empathy filled my mind.

Jesse's photo.

25 likes.

COMMENTS

XxJessexX: I'm at Starbucks. Gonna get myself a free coffee cup. :P

2 hours ago.

Should I? Here I go.

COMMENTS

XxJessexX: I'm at Starbucks. Gonna get myself a free coffee cup. :P

IamAlly: XxJessexX Hey Jesse, I feel weird asking u this but u wanna hang out sometime this weekend?

Done. Hopefully he'll see it.

I really like him, that douchebag. I hate him, but I like him. See what I'm saying?

My friend got back from her classesat 6 p.m., like a boss. Her name is Sammi Wasati, she's Japanese.

She looks like an American, but she speaks both languages, English and Japanese, fluently. "Hey Ally." Sammi said, walking through the front door.

Sammi and I have work at a hospital at 7, so we had at least one hour to get ready for our job.

We're saving up for New York. We currently have like, $2, literally. Plus, the hospital has some serious dough.

I bet we could save up some money for N.Y.C., AND some money for shopping. I heard that we could get a job transfer if we work hard enough.

So, Sammi and I went to the hospital at 7:32 p. went home after the first day of work at about 11:00 p.m.

I noticed in the passenger seat of my Honda, there was snoring. There was Sammi, snoring the heck out of breath. What the hell?

We each got $30 plus the $2 the we saved, that totals up to $62. We'd still have to pay the rent, so $62 minus the amount of the rent.

$62 minus $22 equals about forty bucks total. I drove past a drinking place. Should we go in there? I don't know...

I don't wanna get wasted. Oh well. I woke up Sammi with the radio, and she started to yell at me in Japanese.

"Sam, Sam, calm down. I just wanted to see to see if you wanted to go in and drink with me." I replied in English.

"Al, Al, do you really think I would go in a drinking place?" I shrugged. "Remember what happened last time?"

Sammi was taken advantage of. She kissed this one guy, this one time, and he didn't text or call her again. She loved him, it was her boyfriend.

The boy met her at a bar. I think his name was like, Daniel or Michael. The point is, hell with it. I'm going to drink.

"Hell with it, I'm going to drink away my sorrows, girl. I'm coming with you, girl." Sammi said, putting her hand on the knob.

We went in there, and everyone stared at us. After 5 minutes, people started yelling again. There were woots like, "New girls!, Let's drink together!, Call me!"

"5 shots please." Sammi said to the counter girl. "Sammi, I know you're upset about John, but obsessive drinking isn't the answer."

"Screw him, Ally. If he doesn't care, why should I care?" Sammi chugged down the first shot.

"Sam," I hopelessly said. "You should definitely care." Sammi looked at me.

"Why should I, Als? Why?" she was already starting to slur as she shot down the third shot. "Holy shi-shit, Ally. I already feel li-li-like crap."

We were 21. It wasn't normal for twenty-one year olds to drink this much.

"Hey babe, wanna go light a candle and maybe get in a room?" a man asked me. "Hell no. Go get some of your porno friends."

"Ey, c'mon baby. I'll show you a good time." I hesitated. I finally said something. "Um, okay." but no, I wasn't going to a room with him.

I kissed him, and moaned a bit, but that was acting. I led him in a room, while kissing him. I let him touch me but I stopped him.

"Hey baby, move a bit." I was about to bitch-slap him. I quickly ran outside the door, closed the door and locked it. That perv!

I went back downstairs to find Sammi kissing a guy. "SAM! NO SHIT!"

If I'm at a bar, I wanna have fun too. So I grab a random guy who's NOT DRUNK and lead him into one of the rooms.

"I'm Ally Dawson." I introduced myself. "I'm Trace Bumiloer." said the guy who had shaggy hair, a leather jacket, and a lighter.

Okay. I say to myself; this is fun, Ally. This is fun. We get in bed, and this guy, oh, he's an AMAZING kisser, I swear to god.

After 5 minutes, this guy, he wanted my sweatshirt off, okay? Okay so, sweatshirt off.

After another 5 minutes, he starts giving me a signal to take my other shirt off. Completely off. Okay, somebody, help me.

This guy is getting so sexual. This guy is using me like a sex toy, I swear. It's not even funny. I gotta find a way out of this.

Oh no, here it comes. His tongue. I moan in pain. (A/N: Should I even switch this to mature? Let me know.) My fingernails dig in his neck.

Yay, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologize for the gals and guys that read season 1 and waited painfully for season 2. I have been so busy with school and the MSAs and stuff. I'm in middle school, almost freshman in high school. So, I hope that you accept my apology and I hope you will stay until season 6 comes in. Thank you and love all of you fans for reading my stories!