Ally was busy moving into her dorm room, unpacking her boxes, and arranging her belongings. As she continued to unpack, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of boxes that still needed to be sorted through. As she was trying to figure out where to put her bookshelf after she had just finished arranging her desk, she heard a gentle knock on her door. She took a deep breath and slowly made her way to open it, not sure what to expect. As she pulled it open, she was surprised to see a girl with long dark hair and striking yellow and green eyes. The girl introduced herself as Charlotte, and Ally was immediately struck by her unusual eye colour. She had never seen anything like it before. Charlotte's eyes were mesmerizing, and Ally couldn't help but stare at them in awe.
"Hi, I'm Charlotte," she said with a smile, breaking Ally's trance.
Ally quickly composed herself and returned the smile. "Hi, I'm Ally," she replied, feeling a little embarrassed for staring. Charlotte's presence was refreshing, and Ally was grateful for the company. Ally couldn't help but notice how Charlotte's eyes complemented her dark hair perfectly. They had a unique beauty that Ally found intriguing. Charlotte looked over Ally's shoulder to see a bunch of open boxes all over the room. "I couldn't help but notice all the boxes in your room. Do you need any help unpacking?" Ally was surprised but grateful for the offer and gladly accepted. Charlotte stepped in and started helping Ally unpack her boxes.
As Ally continued to unpack her boxes her eyes caught sight of some paint splatters on Charlotte's clothes, and she couldn't help but ask about it. "I noticed some paint on your clothes. Do you paint?" Ally asked. Charlotte smiled and replied, "Yes, I'm a painter. I love to experiment with different colours and textures to create unique pieces of art." As Ally and Charlotte continued to unpack, they started chatting about their hobbies, likes, and dislikes. Ally talked about her passion for music, mentioning that she had played the violin and piano since she was a child. Charlotte was impressed and mentioned that she loved to paint and dance, and she was even a part of the art and dance clubs on campus. As they talked further, they discovered that they both enjoyed trying new things and exploring different art forms. Ally shared that she loved to write and create her own music, and Charlotte mentioned that she had recently started experimenting with mixed media art. They both agreed that they enjoyed the process of creating something from scratch and the satisfaction that came with seeing a finished product. Ally was amazed. She had never met anyone who was so passionate about art before. Charlotte's dedication to her craft was inspiring, and Ally found herself admiring her new friend even more. As the afternoon wore on, Ally couldn't help but feel grateful for Charlotte's help and companionship. She realized that she had made not just a new friend, but a true ally in the often-overwhelming world of college life.
Suddenly, Charlotte's expression changed, and she asked, "Have you met Austin yet?" Ally was busy stacking her books on the shelf when she turned to look at her, "Why?" Charlotte groaned. "I really can't stand that guy. He thinks he's God's gift to women and the most talented musician on this floor." Ally rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I've already had a run-in with him. He was trying to flirt with me and wouldn't take no for an answer." Charlotte shook her head, "Ugh, he's so persistent. He doesn't understand the meaning of personal space or boundaries." Ally sighed, "I know. It's like he thinks he's entitled to everything just because he's talented and hot." Charlotte nodded in agreement, "Exactly. He's cocky and arrogant, and it's a huge turnoff." They both laughed, realizing that they shared a mutual dislike for Austin's personality. Despite their annoyance with him, they both agreed that they wouldn't let his presence ruin their college experience.
After spending a couple of hours unpacking boxes with Charlotte, Ally was finally able to see some progress in her dorm room. Her new friend had been a huge help, and Ally was grateful for her company. As they finished up, Ally realized that it was getting late, and she needed to take a shower before dinner. She thanked Charlotte for her help and headed to the communal bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, Ally quickly found an empty shower stall. As she was about to turn on the water, she heard the door open and turned to see who was walking in.
Austin was on his way to the communal bathroom to take a shower when he saw Ally standing in front of one of the shower stalls, about to step in. He couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised to see her there. He had been hoping to run into her again after their brief encounter earlier that day. "Hey there, beautiful," Austin said with a smirk. "Fancy running into you here. I was just on my way to take a shower too." Ally was immediately annoyed when Austin walked into the bathroom, but she couldn't help but be momentarily distracted by his toned and sexy body. She quickly snapped out of it, realizing that his behaviour earlier that day had been completely inappropriate. She didn't want to encourage his advances, so she tried to ignore him and focus on getting ready to take a shower. She remained silent, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone. But Austin wasn't one to give up easily. "You know, I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you look," he said, taking a step closer to her. "I bet you'd look even better without that towel," Ally rolled her eyes again, feeling more irritated than ever. She didn't have time for this. She just wanted to take her shower and get out of there. "Look, Austin, I'm not interested," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady. "So, could you please just leave me alone?" Austin looked taken aback for a moment, but then he quickly regained his composure. "Well, that's too bad," he said, his tone turning smug. "Because I was hoping we could get to know each other a little better." Ally sighed in frustration. She knew she had to stand her ground and not give in to his advances. "Austin," she said, her voice firm. "I'm not interested. So, if you could please just leave me alone, that would be great." Austin chuckled, "I don't see why you're so shy. We're all adults here. Besides, I need to take a shower too. Might as well get to know you better in the process." Ally glared at him, her towel wrapped tightly around her petite frame, "That's great, but I don't want to take a shower with you. Can you please leave?" Austin leaned in closer to her, his arrogant smile widening. "Come on, Ally. Don't be like that. I promise I'll be on my best behaviour." Ally took a step back, feeling uncomfortable with his proximity. "No, Austin. I need to take a shower in peace. Please. Leave." Austin sighed dramatically. "Fine, I'll go to the other shower stall. But just so you know, I think you're missing out on some good company." He gave her a wink before turning and walking towards the other shower stall on the other side of the bathroom. Ally shook her head, feeling annoyed by his arrogance. She couldn't understand why he was so persistent in his attempts to flirt with her. She quickly stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water, trying to forget about Austin and focus on getting clean.
Ally was enjoying her shower so much that she didn't want to shut the water off, but she knew she had to. She washed her hair thoroughly and let the warm water run over her body, feeling relaxed and refreshed. Finally, she turned off the water and wrapped herself in her towel. As she got out of the shower, she could hear Austin singing while he was taking his shower. She was momentarily mesmerized by his voice. She had to admit that he was a talented musician, even if his personality was, as some would say, an acquired taste. She quickly shook off the thought and reminded herself of their earlier confrontation. She couldn't let herself be swayed by his good voice and good looks. She quickly dried herself off, got dressed, and headed back to her dorm room, ready for the rest of the evening.
Ally was admiring her newly organized dorm room when she heard a knock on her door. She turned around to see Charlotte standing there, looking excited. "Hey Ally, I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. I was about to head on out to get something to eat and I was wondering if you wanted to join me. The cafeteria is serving lasagne tonight," Charlotte said, smiling. Ally felt grateful for the invite and excited to have someone to eat dinner with. She quickly agreed, "Sure, I'd love to come. Let me just change into something more presentable." Charlotte nodded, "Great, take your time. I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby in 10 minutes." Ally felt a wave of relief wash over her as she quickly changed into a casual but cute outfit. She grabbed her phone and keys and made her way downstairs to meet Charlotte. As she walked towards the lobby, Ally felt a sense of apprehension. She was nervous about meeting new people and making friends, but she was also excited to see what the night would bring.
When Ally arrived at the lobby, she saw Charlotte waiting for her with a big smile on her face. "You look so cute and comfy! Ready to go?" Ally smiled back and nodded, "Yes, I'm excited to try the lasagne." As they walked towards the cafeteria, Ally and Charlotte chatted about their different experiences on campus so far. Ally talked about her classes and how she was adjusting to college life in New York, while Charlotte shared stories about her involvement in the art and dance clubs. They both agreed that college life was challenging but exciting, and they were both looking forward to what the future holds. When they arrived at the cafeteria, Ally was surprised to see how crowded it was. There were students everywhere, chatting and laughing, and the aroma of fresh food filled the air. Charlotte led Ally to a table where a few of her friends were sitting. They all introduced themselves, and Ally felt an immediate sense of warmth and friendliness from the group. As they all chatted and ate their lasagne, Ally realized that she was starting to feel more comfortable in her new environment. She felt grateful for Charlotte's invitation and her new group of friends. She realized that even though college life could be overwhelming at times, she had made the right decision to accept the scholarship.
Ally and Charlotte were leaving the cafeteria when they saw Austin and some of his friends walking towards them from the opposite direction. Austin's face lit up when he saw Ally, but she was in no mood to talk to him. As they approached each other, Austin said, "Well, well, well. Look who it is." He flirtatiously joked about their encounter in the bathroom earlier, but Ally was not impressed. "Please, Austin, spare me the pick-up lines. I'm not interested," she replied, being smart. Austin's friends laughed, and Austin looked a little annoyed by Ally's response. "Ouch. That hurts, gorgeous. I was just trying to be friendly." He said pretending she hurt his feelings. Ally rolled her eyes and turned to Charlotte. "Let's go," she said, walking away from Austin and his friends. As they walked away, Ally couldn't help but feel a little smug. She was proud of herself for standing up to Austin and not letting him get under her skin. Charlotte looked at her with admiration and said, "Well done, Ally. You handled that like a pro." Ally smiled, feeling grateful for her new friend's support. She knew that she could count on Charlotte to have her back no matter what.
Austin was sitting in the cafeteria with his friends, chatting and laughing about their classes and upcoming assignments. As they were digging into their food, one of Austin's friends, Mike, nudged him and asked, "So, Austin, who was that girl in the hallway earlier?" Austin smirked, feeling a sense of pride in his ability to attract attention from the opposite sex. "Oh, just a new transfer student from Miami. Nothing serious," he replied nonchalantly. His friends raised their eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "So, are you gonna get with her?" Lucas, one of Austin's friends, asked. Austin shrugged, "I don't know, maybe. But you know me, I'm always on the lookout for something better." His friends chuckled, knowing that Austin had a bit of a reputation for being a player. "Well, just be careful, man. You don't want to mess with the wrong girl," Daniel, another friend warned. Austin waved him off, feeling confident in his own abilities to charm any girl he wanted. As they continued to talk and eat, Austin couldn't help but think about Ally and her sassy personality.
Austin and his friends were now on their way back to his dorm room to smoke the joint he rolled before he took his shower. As they walked down the hallway, they were laughing and joking around, completely oblivious to their surroundings. They were talking about their plans for the weekend and the parties they were going to attend. Austin was the loudest of the group, bragging about his musical talents and his ability to charm any girl he set his sights on. His friends egged him on, laughing at his jokes and stories. As they approached Austin's room, he fished out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The room was dark and smelled strongly of marijuana. Austin's friends made themselves comfortable on the couch while he went to retrieve the joint from his stash. As he lit up and took a deep drag, Austin felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He loved the feeling of being high and the way it made him calm and forget about the stresses of college life. His friends were equally content, passing the joint around and sharing stories about their high school days. Austin felt a sense of power as he sat there, surrounded by his friends and the haze of smoke. He felt like he was on top of the world, invincible and untouchable. As the night wore on and the joint burned down to a nub, Austin and his friends became increasingly relaxed and carefree. They talked about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company and the simple pleasures of life. Daniel, who had left to use the restroom walked back into Austin's dorm room, his face beaming with excitement. "You won't believe who I just ran into," he exclaimed, taking a bite of his chocolate. "Who? And where did you get that chocolate?" Austin asked, intrigued. "That girl you were trying to talk to on our way to the cafeteria," Daniel replied, a sly grin creeping onto his face. Austin's interest was immediately piqued. "Really? Where did you see her?" he asked. "By the vending machines in the hallway," Daniel replied. "I was getting a snack after I used the restroom, and she was standing there, and we just started talking. She's even hotter up close, man." Austin couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy hearing his friend call Ally hot. He had been thinking about her all day, even more so after their encounter in the bathroom earlier. "Did she say anything about me?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Daniel shrugged. "Not really. We just talked for a few minutes about classes and stuff. But she seemed really nice, man. You should definitely go talk to her." Austin hesitated for a moment before smiling broadly, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I think I will," he said, standing up from his bed and making his way to the door.
Austin was on his way to the vending machine when he saw Ally coming around the corner. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement when he saw her and decided to take a chance and try to talk to her again. As he approached her, he put on his best smile and greeted her, "We've got to stop meeting like this, gorgeous." Ally, however, was not thrilled to see Austin. She remembered their previous encounters, and she had made it clear that she was not interested. She didn't say anything and continued towards her dorm room. But Austin was persistent. As he walked beside her, Ally's annoyance grew. She didn't want to deal with him again. But Austin seemed oblivious to her irritation. "So, Ally, what do you like to do for fun?" he asked, leaning against the wall, and crossing his arms when they reached her dorm. "I doubt we have the same definition of 'fun'" she said as she fished out her dorm key. A sly grin spread across his face, "Well, then we should spend more time together," Austin said leaning in so that his hot breath was on Ally's ear, "To come to a mutual agreement on 'fun'," Ally shook her head and took a small step back, "No thanks, I'm not really interested." Austin's smile never faltered. "Come on, Ally, don't be like that. I'm sure we could have some great times together," he said in an arrogant tone wiggling his eyebrows. Ally rolled her eyes, "I doubt it." Austin wasn't affected by her words, instead, he took a step closer to her, invading her personal space. "You know, Ally, you're really something. I can tell we have a connection," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. Ally's annoyance started to grow. She took a step back, putting some distance between them. "I think you should reflect on all the encounters we've had. Because if you haven't noticed, I'm not interested," she said firmly. Austin just laughed, "Oh, come on, Ally. Don't be like that. I know you want me." Ally's annoyance turned to anger as she realized how entitled Austin was acting. "No, Austin, I don't want you. I've made that very clear," she said, her voice surprisingly calm. Austin just smirked, "Well, we'll see about that," he said before turning and walking away. "Goodnight, Ally," Austin yelled back at her, "Try not to have any wet dreams about me", he winked and entered his dorm room. Ally watched him go, her heart racing with anger and frustration. She knew that she needed to be careful around Austin, but she also knew that she wouldn't let him intimidate her. She was determined to stand up for herself and make it clear that his behaviour was not acceptable.
Ally woke up early the next morning, feeling energized and ready to start her day. She got out of bed and headed to her closet, excited to put together a cute outfit for the day. After a few minutes of browsing through her clothes, she settled on a flowy sundress and a pair of sandals. She quickly got dressed and put on some mascara, feeling confident and ready to take on the day. As she gathered her belongings and made her way out of her dorm, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She was looking forward to exploring the campus, meeting new people, and experiencing all that college life had to offer. As she stepped out of her dorm, she noticed that Austin was exiting his dorm at the same time. She groaned inwardly, not looking forward to another encounter with him. However, she tried to remain polite and cordial, nodding in his direction as she passed him by. "Good morning beautiful," he said with a grin. "Looking good this morning." He did not hide the fact that he was openly checking her out. Ally rolled her eyes, not wanting to encourage him. "Thanks," she replied curtly, continuing on her way. As she walked down the hallway, she couldn't help but feel annoyed by Austin's persistent advances. She knew that she needed to set boundaries and make it clear that she wasn't interested. She made a mental note to avoid him as much as possible and focus on her own goals and priorities.
As they both walked towards the cafeteria, Austin continued to try and talk to Ally. He kept up a constant stream of chatter about himself, and his music. But Ally was having none of it. She tried her best to ignore him, walking a little faster and pretending to be engrossed in her phone. Austin, however, was not deterred. He kept up with her, trying to make conversation and get her attention. But the more he talked, the more annoyed and frustrated Ally became. She couldn't understand why he was so persistent when it was clear that she wasn't interested in him. As they finally reached the cafeteria, Ally let out a sigh of relief. She thought she had finally managed to shake him off. But to her horror, Austin followed her inside and made a beeline for her table. Ally tried to avoid eye contact, hoping that he would get the message and leave her alone. But Austin was not one to give up easily. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, continuing to talk about himself and his music. Ally was at her wits' end. She didn't know what else to do to get rid of him. She tried to be polite and civil, but it was clear that Austin wasn't going to take the hint. As they both finished their meals, Austin finally got up to leave. Ally breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she had finally managed to get away from him. She realized that she would have to have a different appoach next time if she wanted to avoid his unwanted attention.
Austin had spent the entire day juggling classes and lectures, his schedule packed to the brim with academic responsibilities. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the campus, he found himself yearning for the tranquillity of the practice room. It was a sanctuary tucked away in the farthest corner of the music building, a place where he could escape the bustling world and immerse himself in the world of music. With his guitar slung over his shoulder and a notebook of lyrics in hand, Austin navigated the labyrinthine hallways. Each step echoed with the hushed whispers of students and the distant strains of instruments being tuned and tested. The journey to his private refuge was always a trek, but he cherished the solitude it promised.
Finally, he reached the unassuming door that led to the practice room. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he approached it. Just a few more steps, and he'd be free to let his creativity flow. But as he neared the door, his heart skipped a beat. There was something unusual about the scene. The practice room should have been quiet and unoccupied at this hour, as it usually was. Yet, as he drew closer, Austin's keen ears picked up on something unexpected—a faint and melodic tune emanating from the closed room. He hesitated, his hand inches from the doorknob. Who could possibly be inside? His curiosity got the better of him, and he slowly turned the knob, gently pushing the door open just wide enough to peer inside. What he saw was unexpected and utterly enchanting. There, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, was a fellow student—a girl with long, flowing hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her fingers danced gracefully across the piano keys, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody that filled the room. Austin was captivated, not just by her music but by the sheer passion and dedication with which she played. It was as if the room itself had come alive with the magic of her music, and Austin couldn't help but be drawn into its spell. For a moment, he stood there in the doorway, listening to the ethereal sounds that surrounded him.
As Austin pushed the practice room door open ever so slightly, he couldn't have predicted the captivating scene that would unfold before him. The mysterious pianist lost in her enchanting melody, was none other than Ally. Her fingers danced effortlessly over the piano keys, coaxing out a sweet, melodic tune that seemed to resonate with the very air in the room. For a moment, Austin simply stood there, entranced by the beauty of Ally's music. It was a side of her he had never seen before, and it left him in awe. The notes seemed to hang in the air, casting a spell that held him captive. When Ally finally brought her piece to a gentle conclusion, Austin couldn't help but break into applause. The sound of his hands clapping echoed through the room, startling Ally. She turned, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized she wasn't alone. "Wow, Ally, that was amazing!" Austin exclaimed, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "I had no idea you could play like that."
But Ally's initial surprise quickly turned to annoyance. Her brows furrowed, and she shot Austin a reproachful look. "Austin? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation. "Oh, just admiring your incredible talent," Austin replied with a grin, his arrogance and cockiness evident in every word. "I didn't know you had it in you. Maybe I should give you some lessons sometime." Ally's annoyance flared into frustration, and she stood up from the piano bench, facing Austin with a determined expression. "You know, Austin," she retorted, her tone sharp, "not everyone needs to show off all the time. Some of us prefer to focus on our music rather than seeking constant attention." Austin, unfazed by Ally's criticism, leaned casually against the doorway. "Well, Ally," he countered, a mischievous glint in his eye, "not everyone can handle the spotlight as well as I can. Some people are just born to shine." Their banter continued, their voices rising as they bickered back and forth. Austin's arrogance clashed with Ally's determination, creating an electric tension in the room. But beneath the surface of their heated exchange, there was a hint of rivalry and a shared passion for music. As they argued, the melody of their voices filled the practice room, blending with the lingering notes of Ally's piano performance. It was a discordant symphony of words and emotions, a testament to the complex relationship between two talented musicians who couldn't help but clash whenever they crossed paths.
As Austin and Ally continued their bickering in the practice room, Austin couldn't help but be intrigued by the situation. After all, there were plenty of practice rooms scattered throughout the music conservatory, each offering its own unique acoustics and ambiance. The fact that Ally had chosen this particular room piqued his curiosity. Amidst their banter, Austin decided to pose the question that had been nagging at him, "Ally," he began, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips, "you never did tell me how you stumbled upon this hidden gem of a practice room. Were you lost or something?" Ally, however, wasn't in the mood for Austin's flirtatious remarks. Her annoyance was starting to resurface, and she shot him an exasperated look. "Lost, actually," she replied bluntly. "I took a wrong turn looking for a different practice room, and this one seemed as good as any to use." Austin, undeterred by Ally's lack of interest in his advances, leaned in closer, his tone laced with innuendo. "Well, Ally," he purred, "sometimes getting lost can lead to unexpected discoveries. Maybe you were meant to find this room, and maybe we were meant to meet here."
Ally's annoyance turned into a full-fledged glare, and she took a step back, putting some distance between herself and Austin. "Austin," she snapped, her frustration evident, "I'm here to practice music, not entertain your flirtatious remarks." Austin, always the confident charmer, chuckled and winked. The atmosphere in the dimly lit practice room was charged with a peculiar tension—an amalgamation of banter, and Austin's persistent flirtation. As they stood there, engaged in their spirited exchange, Austin leaned in closer, his warm breath gently brushing against Ally's ear. "You're right, Ally. Music first, flirtation later. But I have to admit, sometimes mixing things up is a good thing," He slowly started to close the gap between them, his mouth inches from her ear, "Keeps the creative juices flowing". The proximity of his presence sent an unexpected shiver down her spine, and her body flushed with an unbidden heat. But Ally was quick to push those thoughts aside. Her frustration with Austin's advances was growing, and she knew she needed to regain control of the situation. She took a step back, creating a bit more space between them, and cleared her throat.
"Austin," she said firmly, her voice steady but tinged with annoyance, "I've already told you I'm not interested. " Austin, his ego undeterred, flashed a lopsided grin. "Come on, Ally," he teased, "can't blame a guy for trying." Undeterred by his persistence, Ally began to gather her belongings, carefully placing her sheet music and notebook into her bag. Austin, sensing her intent to leave, couldn't help but inquire, "Where are you going?"
Without looking up, Ally zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She turned to face Austin; her expression resolute. "I'm going to another practice room," she replied curtly. Austin watched as Ally made her way to the door, his usual cocky demeanour momentarily faltering. It seemed that Ally was determined to escape not only the confines of this practice room but also his persistent flirtation. The room fell silent, save for the fading echoes of their conversation, as Ally left in search of a quieter place to practice, leaving Austin to contemplate his next move.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. If you have any ideas or any specific encounters you want to read between Austin and Ally, then please don't hesitate to pop me a message or leave your suggestions in the reviews. I am very excited for all the things that still need to happen and I hope you will enjoy the journey along with Austin and Ally.
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