Hiiii! Happy Birthday to anyone's whose birthday is today! ... :)

Super duper duper duper DUPER excited for this chapter! I thought it was actually pretty short before I proofread and edited, but after I did, it turns out this is the longest chapter so far. You're all in luck! :)

I really hope I made sense in some parts (not saying which). I needed a valid argumentfor the situation, so yeah.

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my mind says no

Austin pushed on the doors of the front entrance of the school. A new week was abloom. He hustled past the students, his two-week fame dying out. He was a nobody again. He loved it. Austin walked into his first class, Physics, after grabbing the needed materials from his locker.

He plopped his books down on the desk and walked around to sit in the seat. He tapped his fingers on the desk, unaware he was really drumming a beat. He tended to do that. Being as musically talented as he was. Austin watched the clock tick, the tiny hand moving down, down, down, down, up, up, up...

Suddenly, Ally Dawson walked through the door. Austin almost dropped his books on the floor. Was it time for the lates already? He watched as she walked over to him in, her black heels clicking against the floor.

"Hi, Austin!" She said, cheerfully. Austin gulped and gave her a smile. She walked away to the back of the class and plopped her stuff down. He had a hunch that she wasn't staring at her phone, but at an awfully familiar base of someone's neck.

Bad news, bad news, bad news...

Austin sighed. He chatted with Dez on Sunday. He told him what happened between him and Ally on Saturday, and Dez almost screamed at him.

"Buddy! Do you know how much trouble you're getting into?" Dez paced the room as Austin sat on a stool in front of him. He had come over to tell Dez about his confusing Saturday the day after. He watched as Dez suddenly stopped and walked over to him.

"What exactly did she do to you?" Dez asked, using a light tone. Dez looked about ready to disown him. Austin shrugged. He was no liar, but hey, he promised he wouldn't say whatever would come out of Ally's mouth when he asked the question.

"Nothing. But the entire time, we were just making small talk and laughing," he said. It seemed so unreal that he was sitting beside the school's most feared and unhealthily worshipped girl. "We were almost like, old friends talking it was coo—"

"No, this is not good! Stay away from her. Did you know what happened to Dallas the other day?" Dez asked. Austin shook his head, indicating a no. Dez sighed and made hand gestures as he spoke. Austin didn't really stay up to date with the school gossip. He only heard pieces of things here and there as he migrated from place to place.

"Apparently, Dallas got beat in a game of ball 1 v. 1 against Trent," he spoke. Austin wasn't really surprised. However, no one had ever beat Dallas in basketball before. Austin frowned as Dez went on saying, "Trent made a fool out of Dallas. Dallas is losing his game."

"And after that, I heard he got kicked out of his own group! Gavin showed him no mercy! He got laughed at during the game last day!"

Austin pondered about that. Dez, getting the feeling that Austin had no idea what that meant, spoke up again.

"She breaks everyone she goes through. You can't be like that. You've got too much ahead of you!" Austin finally saw what Dez was saying. He nodded vigorously, so glad he didn't fall into her little trap. He straightened up on the stool, putting up his wall. Dez walked over to him and looked him in the eye.

"Ally Dawson; bad news." Austin nodded.

"Bad news."

"Can anyone tell me what x is if the equivalent of m is 41?" Mr. Shinslimbraugh asked. Austin snapped out of his little daze, frantic that he had zoned out in class. Luckily, teachers never called on him, since they knew he knew all the answers already. Austin quickly copied down everything on the board and solved it in a few quick pencil strokes.

He paid extra attention to the rest of the class, raising his hand for every answer, but of course never getting picked unless no one else could answer it. Austin quickly finished his homework that was assigned that class. He completed it right before the break bell went.

Everyone scrambled out of the class, leaving Austin in the dust again. He thanked Mr. Shinslimbraugh and went on with his day. As he walked out of the class, carrying his textbook and binder, he ran into Dallas.

"Ah, sorry," he mumbled quietly. And no, not Austin. Dallas. Dallas just said sorry to him as he (Austin) ran into him (Dallas). Austin was shocked as Dallas slowly shuffled down the hall, trying to go unnoticed. But it didn't work, he was spotted immediately and then laughed at. Austin frowned. He lost one game and suddenly his life was miserable.

Austin walked over to his locker and put his books away. Suddenly, Dez was by his side. They did their signature handshake and Dez leaned into his locker to grab an extra pencil. Austin's pencil's were always pre-sharpened.

"I broke mine," he said, "Again."

Austin chuckled and watched the crowd of students move by. Four years spent with these people, and about a quarter of them knew his name. They knew who he was, just not his name. Austin frowned and returned his attention to Dez who was pestering him by tapping his shoulder.

"What?" He asked. Dez's eyes were wide.

"I heard Gavin made a move on Ally today," he said. Austin's mouth dropped open. He felt a certain fire burning in the pit of his stomach. Though, it made him shiver.

"What?" He exclaimed. Dez held up a finger, indicating he wasn't finished. Dez quickly pocketed his new pencil and spoke again.

"Yeah. I saw Gavin this morning. He and Ally were walking right in front of me to whatever class they had. Gavin's hand went right down south. Gave it a good squeeze before leaving," he said. Austin cringed but didn't say anything. The thought of Gavin touching Ally made his insides twist up.

"Look, here come the duo now," Dez whispered suddenly. The whole hallway seemed to have heard the news because as Gavin and Ally walked down the hall side by side, they stayed silent. Gavin was smiling, grinning cockily as Ally walked. It seemed that Gavin was just following her, since she had no intention. Suddenly, Gavin leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She smiled and hit his arm playfully. Austin looked away.

Just then, the warning bell went, saving everyone from the awkwardness. Austin quickly grabbed his English books and hustled down the hall. He realized he was having the class he dreaded most. English. And English meant project. And project meant Ally Dawson. And Ally Dawson meant trouble.

Austin sat down at his usual desk, getting there 0.3 seconds later than he usually did. Austin brushed non-existent sweat from his forehead. The normals were walking in, talking loudly. Austin watched as Chuck and Sun Hee waved to him. He smiled and waved back to them. Austin wondered why Chuck broke up with Dez's sister, just a normal girl, to go out with Sun Hee.

The laters were entering. Mr. Bill pushed past the students to the front desk. The class bell went and everyone settled down into their respective seats. Mr. Bill just went over a few housekeeping things and asked how the project was going.

No one raised their hand. Mr. Bill sighed, then suddenly, he nodded his head.

"Great," someone responded. All eyes turned on the voice who just spoke. It was Ally. Her feet were actually under the desk, and she actually had her binder open to their recent notes. Austin rubbed his eyes to see if he was imagining it. But no, Ally was actually there.

"O-oh, uh, good for you, Ms. Dawson," Mr. Bill said, almost as shocked as the rest of the class. He dismissed the class to do their projects. Austin was about to grab his books and trudge over to Ally's desk, when suddenly she was standing over him.

"Hey," she said. Austin gave a small smile. She pulled a desk over and sat next to him. She actually did work on the notes like he asked her to. He was impressed.

Ally began to work on the page where they left off the other night at Queens. She was wearing a big, plain, navy blue crewneck sweater. She wore a black pleaded skirt under that. Her legs were bare from mid-thigh all the way down to her unlaced combat boots. Her rings sparkled as her hand moved into the light. The silvery accessories gleamed. Her hair was pulled straight, framing her face in an edgy way. She always looked like she belonged at a rock concert rather than at school.

Austin gulped as he realized he had been staring too long. He quickly looked away, willing himself to stop. He chanted the mantra he created in his head.

Bad news, bad news, bad news...

Ally looked up at him. He gave her a curt smile. She smiled back and cocked her head. She suddenly pushed a lock of hair that had fallen from its hold from her face and returned to the assignment.

Bad— adorable— news.

Austin shook his head. Suddenly, Mr. Bill stood up and went over to the chalkboard. He wrote in big, neat letters, the due date of the project. Austin looked at it for a second before he realized that it was due next Monday. Next Monday was a week away from now. He wasn't nervous for that reason, however. He was nervous he wasn't going to be able to pull it off.

Ally handed him the sheet of paper for his word. He read over what she wrote. They were really deep words written in neat blue-inked handwriting. It stated great points as well. Austin couldn't even imagine what a tragedy this was. Ally must have thought about the example for a while, since it was very well developed.

Maybe she watched it in a movie or something, because it was depressing as hell.

"This sounds great!" Austin praised. Ally smiled at him. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Austin handed the sheet back to her as she fidgeted with the sleeves of her sweater. Another lock of hair fell from her head. Without thinking, Austin pushed it back gently behind her ear as she looked up at him.

He stopped once he realized what he was doing. He lowered his hand quickly and looked away for he feared he was blushing. Austin turned back once he knew he had his blood under control.

"Wanna go to Queens and finish this after school?" He asked. He wanted to finish his English project early, so he could start on his Physics assignment. Ally nodded enthusiastically. She gave him a toothy grin and stood up as Mr. Bill called the students back to their desks. She ran her hand over his shoulder as she left. it reminded him of the first time they were paired up.

Austin what are you doing? She's getting to you! He mentally scolded himself. He snuck a glance over his shoulder. Sure enough Ally was staring at him. She waved a little, and he gave her a nervous smile.

...

Austin sat beside Ally as they worked on the speech. They were almost finished, just adding the finishing touches. Austin made it sound smart, while Ally made it sound funny. He was actually having a good time. Ally was surprising hilarious under her dark appearance.

Austin hummed while he proofread a new section. Frowning, he quickly grabbed his correction tape from his pencil case.

"No! Austin, you have to leave that in there! I spent a lot of time making that sound good!" She whined as he held the paper out of her reach. He was about to white-out a section where he was going to add a more serious comment.

"Ally! We didn't even say anything about werewolves! You can't just s—"

"Therewolves!" She laughed as Austin grumbled. Her smile reached her eyes as she screwed them shut and tried hard not to fall off the side of the table. Austin rolled his eyes and white-out the pun anyways. He knew she was just joking.

He quickly ran the correction tape over her neat writing. They had already been through three of them doing the entire project. And this was just the rough draft! He quickly patted the lumpy pieces down and began to write over it. He was aware that Ally was reading over his shoulder again.

When Austin finished, he let Ally read it. She narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

"This seriously can't be better than my werewolf joke can it?" She joked. Austin laughed, snatching the paper back.

"Thankfully it is."

"Hey!"

He stuck his tongue out. Ally just mirrored his action, looking a little sillier by smiling through it. Austin suddenly crossed his eyes, making him looked cross-eyed from her perspective. She laughed and put her hands to her head, making antlers. Austin kept a straight face as she looked at him. They stared at each other for a bit before both bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh god," Ally sighed, wiping a tear from her face. Austin laughed until it hurt. He clutched his stomach and straightened, getting the last of his giggles out.

"I never knew sitting in an old-fashion restaurant , working on an English project with the most badass girl in school could be so entertaining," he mumbled as he chuckled a little. Ally quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Austin looked at her. He thought they were on a level of mutual understanding, so he told her.

"I don't know. Everyone told me you were trouble," he said. Ally looked at him. He thought she would get it and say something like, 'I get that a lot,' but she just looked at him with a stony expression.

"Does everyone know what I've been through?" She questioned. Her eyes suddenly became a blaze with an angry fire, ignited on pure craze. Austin inched away from her slowly.

"They must've, if they know practically everything about you," he said, totally not getting the point. Austin returned to the assignment as if nothing were happening. "They told me you just smoke and get high and fuck with guys until you got sick of them," Austin said matter-of-factly, eyes lifting to find Ally's. Ally's eyes burned with more rage. Austin swallowed, regretting the words right away. Okay, so maybe they weren't on a mutual understanding level.

"They know nothing," she whispered harshly. Her eyebrows furrowed. Austin cringed as the tension in the air became very evident. It crackled through the air, almost suffocating him; if that was possible.

"Why do people just go around and assume that someone's a certain way? Huh? Tell me?" Ally asked rhetorically. She went on, "This is why love is a big no-no. People nowadays are too stupid to realize they have it right in front of them. And they just throw it out the window over such stupid little things!" She spat angrily. She went on mumbling to herself incoherently. He only caught words here and there like 'fucking,' and 'goddamnit.'

Austin was now sitting at the other end of the bench, pressed against the wall. He watched as she fumed over, eyes angry with the world for some reason. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"Well, maybe it's because they want to try to figure you out," he said quietly. "They want to be the first to figure out the Ally Dawson."

She snorted, her eyebrows furrowed angrily. "Please, there's nothing to figure out. I'm an open book."

"No you're not. You're a closed case. You've got secrets, and everyone wants a piece. And that's why the world is selfish and cruel. Because all everyone wants is something."

"Not me. I want nothing. The world is just too cruel to hand it over."

"See? You got secrets! And everyone wants to get close to you to figure them out. And then they'll expose you, humiliate you. And that's why, they'll just assume instead of going after you."

Austin watched as his words sunk into her brain. She stayed quiet for a bit, fidgeting with her sleeves. She looked up at him. Her eyes were a little glossy.

"Is the world really like that?"

"Afraid so," he sighed. Austin watched as Ally suddenly scooted closer to him and lowered her voice. She was only a few inches away from him.

"I just don't want to get hurt." Austin watched as she looked at him. There were actual tears on the lashes of her eyes. He gulped. The realization dawned on him. She was just another human being, wrapped inside a small body with many secrets that she guarded close to her heart. She had a wall that went right around it, to let no one in. No one in to hurt her.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered in a hushed tone. He brought a hand to her cheek, wiping away a tear that had slipped. Ally looked at him through her eyes.

He didn't know what came over him, but he felt himself leaning forward. And Ally was too. He must be doing this right.

He shut his eyes as he neared her. Their lips connected softly. It was gentle and sweet, nothing like he had seen Ally do before. Everything with her seemed rough and sloppy. But this kiss felt sugary sweet and filled with passion.

Austin didn't really know what to do, but his mind told him otherwise. He pulled her closer to him, kissing her harder. The kiss became more heated as he felt her teeth graze his bottom lip. He pushed his tongue forward and Ally seemed to oblige.

He explored her mouth with a feverish kiss. Somehow, one of his arms had reached her waist, and the other was placed on her back, pressing her to him. Her hands where in his hair, messing up his neatly combed 'do. He didn't mind. Not when her hands in his hair felt so good...

They broke for air for a second before Ally attacked his lips again. He was sure this was what a passionate kiss was like, because he was making damn sure that he was doing this differently from what he had seen. His lips connected with hers softly one last time. But he lingered on just a little bit, as she did as well.

Austin's body felt heavy, like everything was slowly shutting down. But his mind was screaming at him to stop. Screaming, screaming, screaming.

No! No! No!

end part eight

gGHAHYAJAHHAAHAH what did I just do...

Yeah. I hope Ally's argument made sense. I hope it didn't get confusing or anything because I tried to make things clear as possible without actually... nevermind. And also I hope the Dallas thing doesn't seem to vague, haha.

Now I will sit patiently and wait for reviews! :)

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