Chapter 2

*Ally's POV*

I woke up feeling refreshed. But when I opened my eyes, I found Trish and Dez staring at me. But not like they were staring. More like they were shocked and frozen in place. I blinked a few times, trying to wake up.

"What's wrong?" I asked, clearing my throat. They stayed slient but Trish pointed behind me. I was expecting to see a bug or a rat or something, so I was reluctant to turn around. But when I did, all that was there was Austin. "What?" I asked again. Then it dawned on me what they thought. "Oh," I sighed. I got up. "You've got to be kidding me, guys."

*Austin's POV*

I woke up to the sound of my three best friends arguing. I got up, fixing my hair and went out to the kitchen of the tour bus to find Trish and Dez sitting on one side of the table and Ally on the other. At this point they'd gone silent. Dez was frowning, Ally was rolling her eyes and Trish was looking skeptically and slightly disgusted at Ally.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling a shirt on over my head and sitting down beside Ally. I put my arm around her which made Trish scowl.

"Trish and Dez think I slept with you," Ally told me.

"But you did- oh..." I replied cluing in to what she meant. I turned to Trish and Dez. "Ally couldn't sleep. I told her to lie down with me for a while but I guess she fell asleep and stayed there the whole night."

"That's exactly what Ally said," Trish told me.

"So do you believe us?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah," Dez said. "Errr, too bad I already sent a text to Ally's Dad, telling him that you two slept together."

"What?!" Ally and I exclaimed at the same time, sitting up in alarm. Dez took his phone out of his pocket.

"Oh, wait, it didn't send," Dez said. We sighed in relief, slouching back down in the seat. Dez tapped his phone a few times. "Now it sent."

"Dez!" Ally and I screamed in sync. Trish looked at him like she was about to kill him, which she was probably considering, knowing Trish.

"Oh!" Dez exclaimed, realizing his mistake. He frantically tapped his phone trying to get the text back but failing. "It's too late."

"Why would you do that?!" Ally asked.

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking I guess," Dez said.

"What else is new?" Trish remarked, sarcastically.

"I'm gonna get my butt kicked!" I exclaimed.

"He hasn't seen it yet," Dez told us.

"Oh, yeah!" Ally said. "Sometimes Dad leaves his phone at home after his lunch break, he probably just left home from his lunch since it's 12:30, and he left his phone."

"How would you know for sure?" Trish asked.

"Because, it's either in one of two places, in his back pocket or on the kitchen table," Ally said. "He doesn't want to risk losing it or else he'll have to spend money on a new one. Also, he never leaves a call or text unanswered if he has his phone, which means it's on the kitchen table at my house!"

"So my butt has a chance!" I exclaimed. Ally hugged me.

"You're even cute when you're in danger of being killed!" Ally said, before kissing me.

*Ally's POV*

Austin went out to the front of the bus to see how far we were from Miami. When he came back he told us it was about 2 hours. Fortunately, Dad doesn't usually get home until five. Since he closed Sonic Boom to let us use it as a music school, he's been using a room in the back as a painting studio for his giraffe paintings. He's makes quite a profit off them because, apparently, they sell a lot better than I expected them to. He usually brings a few out at the events the music factory has and he's being doing well from it. He's even gotten a few call in orders from parents of our students who saw his work and wanted to make requests.

"We just need to get back to my house before Dad does and delete Dez's text!" I exclaimed.

"Good," Austin sighed with relief.

*Austin's POV*

The bus pulled up in front of the A&A Music Factory at 2:46. Trish and Dez went their separate ways from there but Ally and I got in my car and drove to her house to delete the text. Ally figured it was best to get it over with just in case. Ally and I got out of the car and went up to the front door. Ally fumbled for her house key and unlocked the door. We went inside and straight to the kitchen, where Lester's phone lay, face down, on the table, right where Ally said it would be. I snatched the phone from the table and turned it on. There was still anotification of Dez's text signifying it hadn't been read. I handed Ally the phone so she could put in the passcode. She then went into her father's text messages and deleted the text and any evidence of it ever being there. Ally and I slumped against the side of the table and sighed, relieved. At least that was over. Now, back to getting ready for our graduation.