|Pfft I Don't Think So
Author: shadowgrl97 PM
Austin Moon's life is complete. He's popular. His friends are great. His girlfriend, Ashley, is just absolutley perfect for him. Or is she? When a new girl named Ally comes to school, he's not sure what to think so he befriends her, only to realize that life will not be handed to him on a silver platter...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Ally D. & Austin M. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,972 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 50 - Updated: 02-20-13 - Published: 07-23-12 - id: 8352782
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Pfft… I Don't Think So:
Austin sat in history class bored as can be. In fact, he reached a boredom level that he never thought could be achieved. He looked over at his friends, Dez and Trish, who were passing notes probably chatting away about Zaliens and what not. He sighed and began to tap his pencil. Even though it was just 1st period, it felt like forever. And he had only been in class for 10 minutes. He gazed lovingly over at his girlfriend, Ashley, who looked about as bored as he was, filing her nails. Her brown curls fell over shoulders flawlessly as she stared at her perfect white crescents. Her green eyes flickered from her nails to her phone as she felt it vibrate on her lap. She looked at her phone, and then turned to smile at British exchange student, Aedan Cousland, laughing and giving him a very rude gesture, but making it discreet so Mr. Dorseman wouldn't see. Aedan just laughed and gave her the same. He was laughing so loud he didn't see Mr. Dorseman walk over and stand in front of him til he was about 5 feet away. He tapped his foot impatiently, but not earning the eye contact nor speech from Aedan. His brother, Zayn, was a senior and captain of the football team therefore, it seemed to Austin that he felt he could be as rude and impolite as he wanted to be. "Mr. Cousland, would you be so kind as to come up to front of the room and recite The Declaration of Independence to the class?" Mr. Dorseman asked impatiently. Aedan leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Here's an idea: How about you do YOUR job and stop asking students to do it for you?" Mr. Dorseman looked as if he was about to burst into flames he was angered so much. After about 5 minutes of breathing heavily, he walked stiffly back to the blackboard. Ashley resumed doing her nails, this time cleaning any dirt from under her nails, not that she had any. She was getting nails done at the salon at least 3 times a week. Her 2 lackeys, Madison and Michelle, saw what she was doing and did the same. Ashley certainly loved to be worshiped. He looked to his right and saw Ashley's sister, Malika, who was writing down every last word that came out of Mr. Dorseman's mouth as if her life depended on it. Her black curls, currently tied in a messy pontail, bounced around as her stormy gray eyes read the notes over and over again. He rolled his eyes at her.
How in the world is it possible that Malika and Ashley are related? All Malika does is study and what not. Plus her friend total was 0. Ashley on the other hand had friends in different countries she was so popular! She would walk down the street girls would just ask " Are you Ashley from Monroe high?" she'd of course just roll her eyes, nod, and walk away, leaving a trail of admiration for them to follow. Austin had liked her since the 5th grade and he was really happy they were together. Nobody was more perfect than Ash. She had established that from the moment she could walk. Besides who could be better than Ashley anyways?
"Class!" Mr. Dorseman yelled, awakening Austin from his trance. "This is our new student, Ally Dawson. Ally this is 1st period history for your junior year. Say hi to Ally class." Everyone muttered 'Hi Ally.' Mechanically, except for Ash, who, not looking up from her phone, said 'No one really gives a crap', earning a disapproving look from both Mr. Dorseman and Ally. The teacher gave Ally a sympathetic look and gestured to a seat next to Malika. "Hi! I'm Malika. Welcome to Monroe high." Malika said, holding out a hand that Ally shook gratefully. "I'm Ally." Immeadietlly, they began to chat away. "So who's that girl in the back with brown curls that kinda look like yours?" Ally asked staring at the girl quizzically. "Oh… that's my sister, Ashley." Ally's eyes widened. "She's your sister? But you're so nice!" Malika shrugged. "Niceness doesn't get you anywhere around here." Malika replied, more to herself than to Ally. Ally just shrugged began to look around the class. As she looked from student to student and noticed that the girls usually had the same type of style as the girl Malika called Ashley. Ally stared down at herself and imeadiatly felt embarrassed. She looked nothing like the girls there and she was already earning disapproving stares. She looked over at Malika who, to Ally's relief, also didn't have the same style as her sister. She silently thanked God that she wasn't alone.
The bell for 1st period, which seemed to fly by, had rang and the students began to file out. Malika, Ally's new found friend, waited while Ally packed up. "Babe, wait for me!" Austin called as Ashley began to leave the room, earning the stares of both Malika and Ally. Ashley sighed. "Alex-" She started. "Austin." He corrected for the 5th time since they'd been together. "Austin. Right. Anyways, I'm gonna be late for class, and as you know, Math is beauty sleep time." Austin opened his mouth to argue, but Ash had already left. He sighed as he packed up quietly. Ally gave Malika the 'whose that?' look. "Austin Moon, internet sensation AND my sister's boyfriend." She whispered in response to her stare. Ally made an O shape with her mouth and stared at Austin more closely. She thought he was kinda cute.
After they got out of the classroom, Which took a lot of work since the hallways seemed like a zoo gone wild, Malika asked Ally to pull out her schedule so she could see what classes they had together. "We have all our classes together except for PE!" Malika beamed proudly as she and Ally high fived each other. "Great! Hey can I meet you in class? I gotta go get some books out of my locker and by the way the hallway looked when we got out of history class, I do not wanna got through that again." Ally said. Malika nodded in understanding and turned around, only to end up bumping into Zayn, Aedan's older brother. Malika stood there for a while, stunned. After getting tired of waiting for her to move out of the way for him like all people did, he cleared his throat. "Yes?" Malika asked politely. "You're blocking my way." Malika raised an eyebrow at him. "And?" Zayn glared at her as if she was crazy. "Move." "No." That usually got girls to move. He could see this wasn't going anywhere so he just moved around her. "See now was that so hard?" She called as he faded into the shadows down the hall, rolling the events over in his mind.
Ally pulled on her locker, number 143. Not even a budge. She pulled again. Nothing. "C'mon you stupid locker!" Ally breathed in frustration. Austin laughed as he took in the scene before him. A frustrated new girl trying to open the worst possible locker in the school, number 143. It always got jammed. He strode over to her, trying to hide the grin creeping onto his face. "Hey do you need any-" BAM! Austin was met with the locker door in his face. Austin had startled Ally so much that she fell backwards, yanking the door open and giving him a face full. Austin felt a salty liquid enter his mouth. He brought his fingers up to feel the liquid. Blood. He groaned irritably. "Oh my God!I am so so so-" Ally began, getting up and dusted herself off. Austin held up his hand, cutting her off almost immediately. "Ally right?" He asked. She nodded. "It's cool. Just a minor nose bleed. Don't worry about it." He smiled, patting her on the back as he made his way to the nurses' office. Ally couldn't help but smile as she walked to science class. Austin Moon remembered her name! And that's all that mattered.