Chapter 17- She Doesn't Fall

Austin's POV

I trace my fingers along the smooth keys, swiftly playing a couple of notes before dropping my hands into my lap. I suddenly look over to the door- something I have been doing every couple of seconds. Call me paranoid, but I was. I was dreading the moment when Ally would walk through the door. I didn't want anything to happen but I really couldn't see us getting anything done if everything was awkward.

I sigh and start to fidget with my fingers. I had to do something. I couldn't have Ally not talking to me, unless she was forced to. I hated how we no longer talked and exchanged glances in the hallway. Or, maybe it was just me? Maybe the whole time while I was flirting with her, she was just annoyed. Maybe she completely hated it and everything that I remembered was just some images I had created in my head. I slumped down on the bench. That would've made more sense. I already learned that Ally did not like me so she obviously had not enjoyed what I was doing.

You can always start over I suggested to myself. But, that sounded crazy even without saying it out loud. I had already ruined it. I had made the worst first impression with her and I had proved to her that I was the jerk that she thought I was.

But, you've changed I think and I know that this is true. I had been a selfish, self- absorbed jerk . I was someone who wanted everything my way and I didn't bother to think about anyone else. Like, I didn't care that my other classmates were upset when I held the attention of the rest of the class. I also didn't bother to notice all the disappointed and jealous faces of all the guys, even my friends, when all the girls were swooning over me. It was like I was a soulless robot. But, something had happened. And that was Ally. Ever since our big talk, I have been thinking, mostly about the fact that she was right. She had blamed me for doing all these horrible things, and she was not far off on any of them. This made me realize that I was… bad, and I guess, I don't want to be that type of person.

Suddenly, it seemed like forever that I was wrapped in my thoughts until I heard someone clear their throat. I whipped my head to the side, surprised, and saw the person walking through the door.

"Hey, Austin," Ally said, trying to sound casual. She dropped her bag onto a chair and proceeded to grab some pens and a notebook from her bag. And I, though am not proud of it, was sitting there, frozen, waiting for her next words.

Calm down, Moon I scold myself. I look up and see Ally slide onto the bench and then, she immediately gets working.

"What type of song should we do?" she questions, while uncapping her pen. This makes me wonder if she is talking to me or not. Then, Ally looks up at me expectantly and I lean back, realizing that the question was directed at me, and I had not thought about the answer.

"Um," I mumble a little ashamed.

"I don't know," I say, turning my body to face hers on the bench. I tense up, ready for Ally to explode up in front of me but, I think I have been way too dramatic these couple of days. Because, all she does is think for a while before she innocently suggests her idea.

"Let's do a love song. That should be easy to write." She smiles and agrees with her idea while looking at me for my opinion. I nod to myself, deciding that a love song wasn't that complicated. But, there was one tiny problem. One that I had never told anyone and really, really didn't want to.

"Okay then, it's settled," Ally says, taking my nod for the confirmation. She reaches forward and grabs her notebook, before flicking her hand to the side and tossing me it. I fumble with the book and when I have a grip on it, I immediately set it down when I realize why she gave it to me. My thought is confirmed once she says it.

"I'll work on the melody while you come up with the lyrics," she says, her voice commanding. She then begins to play some notes and already they sound amazing. Meanwhile, I was sitting motionless, not wanting to do what I feared next.

I take in a slow breath and press a key, the loud sound off with the rest of the music Ally was creating. She turns and looks at me, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. I sigh, knowing there was no way out.

"Ally, I… um…," I stutter, looking down to my hands. This was so embarrassing. But, I assumed that out of all people, Ally would've known this. So, there was nothing to be afraid of. But, after all these years of avoiding this topic with the press and my fans, I couldn't be blamed for being a little hesitant.

"I don't know how to write songs. I have a personal song writer," I blurt out, still looking down. I was expecting Ally to start laughing and say that she knew it all along but, there was silence after I finished my sentence. I curiously look up to see Ally staring at my intently. We lock gazes and I can tell that she is thinking.

"Okay," Ally sighs, leaning back, still looking at me. I feel myself tense up, wondering what she is going to say next.

"I'm going to teach you," she states, calmly and determined. But, for me, I almost fell off the bench in surprise.

"Why? Why would you waste your time to teach me?" I ask, shocked that she would be helping me. I had thought that this was a strict working partnership and as soon as we finished it, Ally would let me be the furthest thing on her mind. And, helping me would take forever and I honestly didn't think she would care so much. But, in these months that I have known Ally, I knew that she was a sweet, caring and a genuinely good person. Well, until I came along.

I shook away the sad thought and look up to see her studying my facial expression, which I knew was confused and shocked. Ally takes in a deep breath.

"Because," she starts, flicking her gaze around, trying to word her sentence.

"I know what it feels like to create music. It is an amazing rush when you create the perfect piece and… I guess I want to share that," she says, breathless from speaking in one breath. Then, in a different tone that sounded more joking, sounded more like her-.

"Even if it is with you." I sit there after she officially finishes, taking everything in. Ally was actually going to teach me how to write songs. Something I could never do. Even if she disliked me, or didn't want to be around me, she was willing to help me, and I was completely awed by that.

"Thank you, Ally," I say sincerely. And I was. No one has ever dedicated so much time with me and I couldn't wait to get started.

I just hope I don't mess anything up.

Who went to see the movie Divergent or is planning to? I saw it a couple weeks back and it was sososo good! Just makes me love the series even more!

Anyway, please review! Tell me what you think because I felt like this was a blah chapter.

Stay Rossome!