"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."
—Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

Recap:

"You mean he wore a short dress and a crap load of makeup?" Kelly joked and high-fived Megan. They all laughed. Ally rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"No, actually I don't."

"Ugh. You guys are the worst." She scoffed.

"We know." All of them laughed.

"So, did you hear that Kari dumped Kevin?" Emily started a new subject.

"I did!" Trish got that gossip-y look in her eyes. "She apparently dumped her water—which had ice—down his pants."

"Ooohhh, harsh," Ally cringed. And, that's how the rest of their lunch went. Ally thought, though she wasn't popular, maybe it was better. After all, the grass is always greener on the other side. She was glad that she had friends that she could rely on, rather than ones that would stab her in the back later on. The closer lunch was to ending, the more Ally was sweating. There was no assurance, that this time everything would go smoothly.

English. This was it. Ally walked into the classroom, surprised to see Austin there already.

"Early, aren't you?" This time he flinched, he hadn't heard anyone walk in.

"Only for you," he spoke smoothly.

"For me. Hmm," was all she said. She put all of her books down on the desk in front of him. Purposely, she dropped a pencil on the floor.

"Whoops." She bent down to where it was. You can guess where his eyes were. She made sure to bend down as much as she could, as slow as possible. Needless to say, it was causing him problems. Her dress rose up showing just about a centimeter of her panties. And that centimeter; it was driving him crazy. As soon as she grabbed the pencil, she got up again, excruciatingly slowly. He let out a low groan. She got up all the way and looked at him.

"Are you okay?" She tried to look as sincere as possible.

He began to stammer a bit, "Y—yeah, I'm—I'm fine." He couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore. Ally sat down, this time, she had the smirk. He had the greatest urge to shove her against a wall a kiss her, but he wasn't sure if it was the right time.

"Are you sure, you look a little... conflicted." Now, he knew. She had done it on purpose, just to tease him. Oh, to hell with it. He was Austin Moon, and he always had his way.

He got up from his seat and whispered in her ear, "You did that on purpose didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she spoke with innocent eyes and stood up.

"Seems like you took my advice." Slowly, he was walking towards her, making her walk backwards.

"Are you talking about my dress?"

"Right, that's what I was talking about." It took her a while to register that he was talking about her underwear. That's when she blushed, yet again. He kept walking, eventually, her back hit the wall. She gasped. "Maybe I'll—uh—get a chance to see them again." He smirked.

"I can't guarantee that."

"You look so sexy when you blush," he whispered. He brought his lips to her earlobe once again. And, she moaned pretty loudly. He brought a finger to her lips to silence her. "Shhhh... someone will hear." He then placed opened-mouth kisses all the way down her neck and chest (well, as much that was revealed). She had to bite her lip to keep from making any noise. He chuckled a little, into her neck.

She could feel the vibrations of his quiet laugh, which sent her to cloud nine. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her closer, so there was no room between them. It surprised him how well they fit together. She was so tiny compared to him, somehow, he liked that—the way she had to stand on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. She looked so fragile to him; like if he made one wrong move, she would shatter. She grabbed his shoulders and suddenly pushed him a little bit away, and then started placed kisses on his neck this time, trying to please him. A moan escaped from the back of his throat.

"Mmm, Ally..."

She ran her hands underneath his shirt, and across his six-packs, which felt so good to him. She removed her hands from underneath his shirt and pushed him away to see if she could get a reaction. He let out a loud growl. She smirked, pleased that she could do that to him. This time he roughly grabbed her by the waist and looked into her eyes deeply for a few moments. He brought his head down while she stood on her toes, and their lips just slightly brushed, when they both heard someone clear their throat.

"Austin Moon, I'm not the least bit surprised," her English teacher sighed and continued, "But, Ms. Dawson, I was not expecting this kind of behavior from you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I am so sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"I did," Austin whispered in her ear.

"Shut up." She elbowed him.

"Austin Moon, detention."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Ally, I'm afraid I'm also going to have to give you a detention."

"But, Ms. Newman, that'll ruin my clean record!"

"You should have thought about that before." Ally sighed. She glared at Austin, before sitting down. Great, now she was mad at him. Stupid teacher, he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Apparently, she heard him.

"Nothing." Now, he was going to have to figure out how exactly to appease her. But, all he could think about was the way their bodies fit perfectly together and the feel of her soft lips on his.

Eventually, the bell rang, signalling the ending of the school day. Nothing could make Austin happier. He walked out of the dreaded place and into the forest nearby. He found the oh so familiar cabin and opened the door that he never bothered locking. Once he walked inside, he closed the door and sat on the couch in the middle of the cabin. He relaxed on the cheap sofa and grabbed the can of beer in front of him. Opening it, he took a large swig and checked the time on his watch. He was late. He sighed in a bored manner and stood up. He put the can down on the coffee table and walked to the closet, hanging his leather jacket. He went and sat back down.

He really wished that he could afford a TV to put in there. Though there was near to nothing in the cabin, he loved it. It was his place. It was quiet, relaxing, peaceful; he didn't have to worry about his drunk father walking in. But, he still didn't spend 24/7 in there. Despite his bad-boy ways, he was smarter than anyone gave him credit for. He always went by the quote, "Too much of a good thing, is never a good thing." He never really knew who had said such an intelligent thing, but he knew that he had heard somewhere. And he just went by it. That's why he never spent too much time in his favorite place, he thought that eventually whatever he liked would get boring. And, that why he never developed an addiction to alcohol (well, not too much, anyway). He was knocked out of his thoughts when he heard the door creaking open.

"Hey man," the red-head spoke nonchalantly.

"You are like 40 minutes late."

"Calm down. Kelsey wouldn't let me leave. Since, when did you care if anyone was late?"

"I—I don't." This wasn't like him. He was never punctual. What was bugging him? Maybe, he was just stressed out. Yeah, that was it.

"What's got your panties in a bunch anyway?"

"Nothing... Just stuff."

"It's Ally isn't it?"

"Dude. I'm just using her for the stupid bet. Why would I care about her?" This sounded a lot less harsh in his head.

"Okaaay... Whatever you say." Dez rolled his eyes, "Anyway, we gotta do something about Dallas."

"What happened with him? I thought we were gonna talk about the situation with Joe and his gang."

"We can worry about that later. Apparently, Dallas has been making some... deals... with our "Sources."

A/N:

Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, I was rushing through the story a bit since I've been really busy with Freshman year and stuff. I also didn't have time to PM you awesome reviewers, but I think you're so awesome for sticking with me!

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