"Okay, he's back. Kiss my neck," I said quickly, pulling his face to my neck. The blonde standing in front of me more-than-gladly complied as he started sucking against my neck feverishly. I turned to my left and I saw Austin staring at me incredulously through the transparent. Good, I've got his attention.

I discreetly dialed Austin's number on my cell, making sure Austin didn't see me doing it. Time to make that bitch-tard jealous.

As soon as Austin picked up, I started moaning.

"Oh, Dallas," I gasped. I moaned and groaned to make Austin think that I was enjoying it – sure, having a hot guy kissing my neck was a turn-on but you know what would be a better turn-on?

Austin Moon kissing my neck and touching more bases than just that.

Dallas was in on the plan. After I apologized profusely for trying to suck his face in the janitor's closet, I let him in on the plan and he was more than happy to help out. After all, he's held a grudge against Austin since their basketball coach chose Austin over him as the captain of the basketball team.

"Say my name baby," Dallas whispered huskily, his hot breath tickling my ears. I was honestly tempted to stop this make-out-session-slash-free-porn-show just to scratch my ears, which were probably turning beet red from the itch.

"Dallas," I purred seductively.

I could hear Austin's voice going all panicky from my phone's speakers. "Ally? Ally? I see you. Stop it! Ally? Can you hear me? Ally!" Dallas and I shared a knowing smile and I had to bite my lip in order to control my laughter.

I turned to look at Austin once more and he caught my gaze this time. He was fuming – scratch that, he was absolutely livid. I was usually against crude language and behavior but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I looked directly at him, gave him the middle finger and pulled Dallas into a lustful kiss.

I made sure to moan extra loudly.

"Fuck you," I heard the small voice from my phone say before the line went dead.

After a hot make-out session, I looked to see that Austin was gone. I finally pulled away from Dallas' tasteless lips and high-fived him.

"Thanks Dallas, you're a doll. Sorry to hear about your break-up with Serena," I said sheepishly.

"No problem," he said with a kind smile. "I've never been one to help people out but if this is how helping people feels like, I might just run a charity."

Pfft. Boys are perverts.

I'm glad Austin got mad but the burning question was: why was he so mad?

We had two weeks before we went to New York City for the big performance. We at Team Austin have been working our butts off – Trish has been confirming flights and details with the booking agent and concert promoter. Adam, as Austin's other manager, has been dealing with Chantel, the concert promoter's daughter, who called every five minutes to confirm that their dinner date was still on. Dez has been editing Austin's promotional video which would be aired nationwide alongside the Times Square ball drop advertisements on TV. I've been rewriting and rearranging Austin's songs such that his set of three songs will flow smoothly. Austin has been busy training and rehearsing with his vocal coach and dance coach.

Everything has to be perfect.

We've been so busy that Austin and I haven't so much as spoken ten sentences to each other for the past three days. That was probably a record for us. And yes, we haven't spoken about the kiss and my little show with Dallas yet.

It was time for our mini-rehearsal in the Sonic Boom. It was our first full rehearsal and we were all anxious to see how all our hard work would turn out.

"You know him from Youtube, where his first single "Double Take" went viral on the internet. The overnight sensation – or rather, the over-two-nights sensation, as he likes to call himself – will be performing exclusive tracks from his self-titled debut EP which was just released last week. Please join me in welcoming to the stage our first performer of the night, Austin Moon!" Trish read from the cue card in her announcer voice. I wrote that mini-bio for whoever the host was (probably Ryan Seacrest) and that was also Austin's cue to start singing the first line of the first song – "Double Take."

After "Double Take" came two songs from Austin's EP, "Can't Make It Without You" and "A Billion Hits." They were all upbeat and catchy tunes, which were perfect for the occasion since it was a celebratory event. I wish we could've thrown in a couple of ballads but the audience would probably be bored by the time Austin reached the second chorus.

The rehearsal went smoothly as Austin's powerful voice and well-coordinated body moved and gave its all to the faux-audience. I jotted down some parts which could be improved onto a notebook.

Note to Austin: The verses of "Can't Make It Without You" is meant to be spoken, not rapped – stop throwing in unnecessary yo's and swag's!

Note to Dez: The audio for "Double Take" is broken in the second verse for one-point-oh-three seconds. FIX IT ASAP!

Other than that, it was all good. We were so going to rock New York City's socks off.

We high-fived one another after the rehearsal and we all went out for awesome pizza. Yipee!

Lunch wasn't awkward at all, since we had Trish, Dez and Adam. We just acted like we usually did, pre-kiss. Occasionally I felt Austin's gaze land on me but I shrugged it off. 'Act like you don't care, Ally, that'll make him jealous,' I told myself.

I couldn't take it anymore. It had been a week since the kiss and the Dallas incident, and we were going to NYC in a week. I didn't want to go to New York with a heavy heart. I needed to know everything and get everything off my chest before we went there.

We'd been hanging out just like old times. There was still a little bit of tension and awkwardness but we pretended that it didn't exist. But it was still worrying me like crazy.

I felt courage surge through me all of a sudden. 'Tell him you love him. Right now,' my inner voice told me.

What?! You cray, bro?!

Where'd that come from?

I looked at Austin, who was practising some guitar licks on his brand new red Fender electric guitar. We were in his bedroom, just hanging out and talking about music.

If I could text my inner voice, I would definitely send it an 'STFU' with some rude emojis. But then again, if I told him now, New York would be a whole lot more enjoyable. If he felt the same way about me, we could be boyfriend and girlfriend and our trip there would be like our honeymoon.

'What if he doesn't?' my inner voice inquired.

Once again, STFU.

It's now or never. Better sooner than later.

I choose 'never' and 'later.'

Before I could stop myself, I found myself saying the name that I've been well-acquainted with since birth. It used to roll off my tongue so easily but right now, I was nervous as heck.

"Austin."