Chapter 11- She Doesn't Fall
So, a couple of you thought that my last chapter was inspired by the Disney original show, Starstruck. And, you are all correct. I was just watched it and the characters ishy resembled mine in my story so I just decided to add my favourite part in this chapter too. But, don't let this fool you. Everything beyond this event is going to be hectic and nothing like the movie.
Okay, so I hope you enjoy and please, please review!
Ally's POV
I grip both of my hands tightly to the sides of my chair until I felt like I was losing circulation in them. Suddenly, my car sped forward in a burst of speed and I felt my back slam into the chair, for the fourth time since the driver hit the gas. I groaned and turned my head to look at the guilty victim driving this car: Austin.
As soon as I saw those couple of black vans, I officially hated that little girl. I mean, they're paparazzi, not serial killers. Cut the huge dark vans please? Anyway, I figured Austin saw them too because before I could turn to warn him, he said, "yep, let's go," before pushing down on the gas and sending us down the road in an unbelievable speed.
So, now here we were. I was holding onto my car for dear life while Austin seemed like he thought he was a race car driver or something. In other words, this was the craziest car ride I've ever been on.
"Austin! You need to slow down!" I shout frantically, while getting whiplash from moving my head quickly in every direction to look out for the vans, innocent pedestrians and police officers. So far, we don't have any trouble with the last two but I could see the 3 vans in the distance. Obviously, Austin's horrifying speed made it quite difficult to catch up. Speaking of which-.
"Austin! Slow down!" I try again, but like the first time, he doesn't respond and focuses on the road. I guess that was all I could ask of him was to keep us on the road and not into a ditch but one look at the speedometer and I could see that he was only picking up speed.
Options rolled in my head. I couldn't shove him because that would distract from his driving. I also couldn't make him pullover to let me drive because one, I didn't think he was even listening to me much less agreeing with my idea and two, there was no way he would risk wasting time that would allow the vehicles to catch up. So, basically, there was nothing I could do except scream at him. So, that's exactly what I did.
"Austin! Listen to me! You have to slow down!" I literally scream into his ear and he flinches.
"Ally, you don't understand. I can't let those paparazzi catch up to us." I cock my head and try to figure out why he said that. What don't I understand? Suddenly, the little needle moves higher and Austin is officially going crazy. I gulp and quickly forget what I was thinking about. Instead, I reach my hand into the glove compartment and swiftly pull it back seconds later with a map in my grasp. Okay, I think. If I can't convince him, do the opposite.
"Austin, um..," I say before I move my head closer to the sheet and trace my finger across it.
"Take the next left," I say, completely aware of the uncertainty in my voice. In all honesty, I have no idea how to read a map but if Austin listens to me and slows down, it will be worth it. And I almost collapse with relief when the car visibly slows and Austin turns left like I instructed.
"Thanks for helping me, Ally," Austin says with full gratitude. I smile after catching my breath after all this time and turn to look at him.
"Austin, what don't I understand? What did you mean when you said that?" I can see Austin's hands turn paler as his grip on the steering wheel gets tighter and I know something is wrong. Austin hesitantly turns to look at me and I see something flash in his eyes. Something I have never seen before. It looked almost like… pain. I lean in closer but the look is gone as soon as it came. I shook my head but I knew that I was not imagining anything. This boy was hiding something.
"Um, it was nothing, Ally. You can just forget about it, okay?" Austin says these words and I can tell each and every one of them was forced. But, seeing him right now, his grip deathly on the wheel and him looking like he wanted to tuck and roll out of the car just to avoid this conversation, I knew I would only make it worse to push. But next time. Hopefully soon.
I look back to the road and see that we were driving down a narrow rocky path. The ground was littered with leaves and mud. On the left and right were trees and bushes and we seemed to be the only people on this road. This made me a little worried. I leaned forward and grabbed the map off the dashboard. Then, I examined it more thoroughly.
"Yes! We finally lost the paparazzi!" Austin cheers happily. He looks over at me and the car lurches forward as Austin stomps on the brake and almost stops the car completely. Then, he drives at a very slow pace since the vans were no longer chasing us and were out of sight.
"Ally, are you okay?" He asked, his happy expression now replaced by a worried one. He scans his eyes over my face and sees that it has gone slightly paler and there were beads of sweat on my forehead. Now, since we were in Miami, I could've easily played it off as the weather being too hot but in all honesty, I was starting to panic.
"I'm fine. It's just that… I think we're lost." I feel the car slow even more as Austin takes in my words and then looks around to see no other cars or pedestrians. His face than slowly resembles my expression and I feel my back hit against the back of my chair as Austin stops the car completely.
"Ally! I thought you knew where you were going!" Austin bursts suddenly, turning to me. I gasp at his sudden change of tone. I was only trying to help him. Then, I did something I rarely do, I shouted back with equal fire.
"Why are you blaming me? You were the one trying to get us killed!" I say, my voice rising higher with all the frustration I was holding in while he completely ignored me during our 'escape.' But, after I said that, my stomach churned. I never acted like this. It was only since Austin arrived that I actually started to act… well, bad. I mean, that stunt I pulled back at the beach, I felt like I was going to be haunted forever. I mean, I felt so dirty. But, you have to admit you enjoyed it. You know, the heat, the closeness… I stopped myself from gasping. Why would I think that? Suddenly, Austin brought me out of my little head war, sadly, by yelling at me.
"Well, at least I can read a map," Austin yells and snatches the map from my grip, rather harshly too. My eyes widen and I scowl. Of course, I realized. It was all an act. This is the real Austin. I should've known before helping him. My heart beat sped up and I realized how close I was to liking Austin. How close I was to letting him use me as the foot stool to the throne he sat on, just like everyone else. I don't think so I say in my head. I narrow my eyes at him and lean back, not wanting to be so close to him anymore. He does this too with a on his lips and we stare at each other for a couple seconds. All the tension builds up and I can't stand it.
"Just- just take me home now," I say, stuttering with all the anger and bitterness evident in my voice. Austin just looks at me and I refuse to look back. Though, out of the corner of my eye, I see him move back into a driving position and he steps on the gas.
We don't move.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask with no more patience. Austin doesn't respond. He just frowns and presses his foot on the pedal again. But, we are still in the same place.
"Austin!" I hiss. "Why aren't we moving?" He turns his head to the side to look at me and all I can see is confusion.
"How am I supposed to know?" He response. Then he mutters, "this is your car."
"What?" I say, shocked that he was trying to blame me again. I mean, he is the one driving. When Austin doesn't say anything, I huff and take off my seat belt. Then, I roll down my window. Even though Austin seems to be ignoring me, he follows my actions. We both lean our heads out the windows and I gasp loudly.
Half of every tire was covered in mud and I could see my car slowly inching to the ground. Air bubbles pop occasionally and the pool of mud and water ripples when the car suddenly drops a couple centimeters. My face turns red and I am beyond angry. I carefully pull back into the car and I quickly swivel to Austin. I move into his personal space and look him in the eyes. Austin's were wide at seeing me so angry and in his face, but I couldn't care less right now.
"AUSTIN MOON!" I scream with fury. "How dare you drive my car into quicksand?"
If you are confused of the sudden attitude changes, I will explain in later chapters.
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