Hello peoples! I am going on holiday tomorrow for six whole weeks! Eeep!
I was planning to write as much as I could of this story while I was gone, since I won't have internet most of the time, and then start uploading it when I got back. But I just couldn't resist uploading this first chapter now!
I would really love some feedback to tell me if I should continue with the story or not...I probably will anyway, but feedback would still be great!
And any ideas you have for later in the story would be amazing too, since I have only written a bit of it :)
I hope you like it and please review!
P.S. The rest of teh chapters will be longer than this, probably just under 3,000 words while this one is only just under 2,000 words xx This is more of a prologue, I guess. Hope you enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot line :( But Christmas is coming...*hint hint* :P
There are two things I hate. Obviously, there are lots and lots of things that I dislike. But there are only two things in the world that I honest to God cannot stand. The first is suffering of any kind. I just can't stand to see anyone hurting. I just hate it.
The second thing is actually a someone….a someone named Austin Moon. My lab partner at Miami High. The guy I sit next to in almost every lesson, because all the teachers seem to think that sitting next to the geekiest geek of all time will make him get better grades…as if. He doesn't even bother to copy me. He just sits there and texts all lesson. I would probably hate him less if he actually attempted to work, even if he was just copying me. But he doesn't even seem to care. Yet when it came to the important exams…he was top of the class. Every time. At first the teachers had all thought he was cheating, but couldn't prove it. I am still sure of it…how can he get higher than me? I work my ass off, day in day out, to get the high grades I do. Then he came along, did absolutely nothing, and does better than me!
And he never even speaks to me! I mean, a few times he has grunted a 'sorry' if he knocks me, or a thanks if I pass him something, but even when I ask him if he wants help, or if he's okay, he just grunts and ignores me. I usually just ignore him right back now.
And then the other day he had the nerve to call me a geek and laugh at me, along with all his stupid, stuck up friends. I was in the park, walking Einstein, (my dog), and I just happened to see him and a few other people sat on a bench. I stopped, surprised. I had never seen him outside of school before, let alone with anyone else. They all looked like stereotypical Bad Guys. Leather jackets, torn jeans, sunglasses, cigarettes. And every single one of them looked movie-star gorgeous. I mean, that's one thing I can't deny. As much as I hate Austin, he's probably the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen.
Anyway, I stared at them for a second, before turning away quickly when Austin looked at me. I kept walking past them with my head down, hoping they wouldn't say anything, but I heard Austin laugh.
"Hey guys, look. It's that geek I was telling you about, the one I always have to sit by. She's supposed to be 'rubbing off on me'." He scoffed. I felt myself blush even harder, but didn't look up.
"I wouldn't mind her 'rubbing off' on me, if you get me…" one of the guys replied suggestively. I felt like I would keel over and die of embarrassment.
"Nah, she wouldn't touch you man. 40-year-old virgin." Austin told him, and I heard laughs and a high-five before I sped up, practically running away from them all.
So, as you can imagine, now that I am starting my senior year, I want nothing more than to start afresh and to never have to talk to or even see that guy again. But, of course, dreams never do come true. I decided to sign up for tutoring, to boost my extra credit. And, of course, who do I get assigned to tutor? None other than the one and only Austin Moon.
"What? But miss, he gets better grades than me!" I whined to Miss Danning, not caring if it made me look like a whiny brat.
"Yes, you're right, he does. In finals, and any other exams. But the work he does, or doesn't do, in class and on homework means that unless he got 100% on every exam he does from now on, he will flunk out. That's how the grading system works, I'm afraid." She explained calmly.
"So? Let him flunk! He is perfectly capable of doing the work. They guy is a genius! He just doesn't want to. There's nothing I can do to make him work; tutoring him would be a waste of time. Please let me tutor someone I can actually help?" I begged her.
"Look, Miss Dawson, I think we all know that you would be perfectly capable of tutoring any person in this school. But Austin Moon…he's different. This would be more like therapy than tutoring, to be honest. But you are the only one who stands a chance of helping this boy, Ally."
"Helping him? He doesn't want or need my help. It's his own fault he's flunking. He could do it, but he won't. Besides, he hates me. He wouldn't even turn up! And I signed up for tutoring, not therapy!" I complained. I knew, deep down, that she was right. And if this was anyone else, I would have already said yes. But this was Austin Moon. The guy I hate more than anyone else in the world. There was just no way.
"Come on Ally. Challenge yourself. I mean, if you fail, you fail. But wouldn't you rather know that you at least attempted an almost impossible task? Even agreeing to try to help Austin is more impressive than tutoring the entire school, Ally. You have to at least give it a try. If you really can't take it, you can always change your mind." She insisted. I knew she would be disappointed in me if I didn't. Hell, I hate to admit it, but I would be disappointed in me. But I still had my doubts.
"Even if I do agree to this, I hope you realise that there is a ninety nine point nine percent chance I will fail?" I warned her. She nodded, breaking out into a huge grin.
"Yes, I know. But there is still a nought point one percent chance that you can do it. And I believe that, with you, nought point one percent is enough." She said encouragingly. I sighed. I knew it was a bad idea. I knew it. But some part of me agreed with Miss Danning; if anyone could do it, I could.
"Fine. I'll do it. On one condition." I said. She squealed loudly, clapping her hands, before turning serious.
"I can back out anytime I want. And I don't have to sit next to him in class anymore." I said. She smiled, nodding.
"Of course. In fact, I may be able to pull some strings and get you seated next to your friend, what's her name…Tish?" she said. I smiled.
"Trish. Really, you could do that? Great! Thank you so much!" I cried excitedly. She just laughed, smiling.
"Don't thank me. I should be thanking you. Hopefully, with your help, Austin Moon will be out of this place for good in a year's time." She said, sounding relieved. I smiled.
"Aha, now I get it. You only wanted me to do this so that you could get rid of him." I said, laughing. She shook her head, and then stopped.
"Well, that's part of it. A big part of it. But contrary to popular belief, most teachers do care about their students. Even the troubled ones, like Austin. I want him to graduate, and I want him to go to college. I want him to do all of the things a boy with his talent should be able to do, and I don't want to see him stuck in high school for another year. Not when he is capable of such great things." She said honestly. I had never admired a teacher as much as I admired her in that moment. Most teachers would hate Austin, but not Miss Danning. She always saw the good in people. No matter how much bad there may be hiding that good.
"Okay miss. I promise to try my best. But I'm not going to lie; I really don't like the guy. At all."
"And I can't blame you. But I really am very grateful to you for doing this. And he will be too. Eventually. You'll see." She smiled. I nodded, mostly because I sincerely doubted it but I was a terrible liar. I arrived at my first lesson a few minutes before the bell went, surprised to see that there were others in the classroom already. Usually everybody waited until just before the bell to arrive at lessons. People were never early.
"Hey Trish. What's going on? Why is everyone in here?" I asked her.
"There's a new guy in school. Everyone wants to meet him."
"Really? A new guy? Who?" I asked eagerly. I had always loved it when new kids started. They were always so much more interesting than everyone else in the school. Well, at least for a couple of weeks. Then they get boring; become just another face in the crowd. Nonetheless, I was quick to head over to the cluster of bodies in the corner.
"What's his name?" I asked Trish in a hushed tone.
"Dallas." She replied. I froze, shocked.
"D-D-Dallas what?" I asked her. She looked at me, frowning, and shrugged.
"Why does it matter?" she asked cynically. I shook it off, thinking it couldn't be the same guy.
"Never mind. Come on, let's sit down. I can't be bothered right now." I sighed, taking a seat at the other side of the classroom. I knew I would probably be moved into a seating plan, but for now I just wanted to stay away from the crowd. Suddenly I was feeling faint and a little bit sick.
"Ally? Are you okay?" Trish asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stressed. I…erm…I found out who I'm tutoring. You'll never guess who it is." I said, trying to distract her with a change of subject. It worked.
"Ah, who?" she asked excitedly. I smiled sadly.
"Austin." I sighed. Her expression went from excited to pitiful.
"Aw, Ally, can't you say no?" she said, knowing how much I would hate this. I smiled, shaking my head sadly.
"Already tried that. Miss Danning guilted me into it." I shrugged in a 'what can you do?' gesture.
"Ah well. Maybe it won't be so bad…" she tried. I smiled gratefully.
"Thanks for trying Trish, but I seriously doubt it." I replied. She shrugged, and we both had to shut up and listen as the teacher walked in.
"Okay class, since you're all seniors now, I figured it was only fair to give you all a little trust and let you sit where you'd like to. But, please, can I have everyone sat in seats?" Mr Dean asked, looking pointedly at the group of people hovering around the new guy. They slowly dispersed, and finally I could see his face. And I wish I never had. Looking away from him quickly, I buried my head in my hands, trying to hold back the tears. But it didn't work, and I felt Trish put her hand on my shoulder as I shook with sobs.
"Ally? Ally what's wrong?" she asked urgently. I couldn't speak through the tears.
"Miss Rodriguez, Miss Dawson, is there anything wrong?" Mr Dean asked. Trish stood up, pulling me with her. I wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground right then, but of course that wasn't going to happen.
"Can we please be excused?" she asked. Sir nodded, his eyes widening as he saw the state of me. Trish hurriedly lead me out of the classroom and down the hall. When we got to the bathrooms she started cleaning me up. Once my sobs were under control again, she looked me in the eyes seriously.
"Okay, Ally, what's wrong?" she asked me.
"That's Dallas Jones. The guy I lost my virginity too over the summer." I whispered.
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