NEW STORY! Let me just say this one is A LOT different than my first story. Like A LOT. Its very AU and OOC. Rated T for strong language and other stuff that's coming up.

Disclaimer( I don't get why people do this but…) I DON'T OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY.. how'd I do? Okay? Okay.

ONWARD WITH THE STORY.

AUSTIN POV:

My name is Austin Moon. I'm also known as Miami High Schools(1) #1 junior badass. I'm the sexiest 17 year old you'd ever laid eyes on and I can make any girl swoon over me. I'm the captain of the basketball team, and I just so happen to be dating the hottest cheerleader on the squad, Cassidy Marks(2). We've been together for what now 4 months…? I don't know maybe 5 or 6. My Dad is the President and talk show host of MDST, (Miami's Daily Sports Talk)(3). While my mother is the VP for an advertising industry of some sort. With them having such big jobs, there rarely home at all, leaving our giant 3-story house, all to me and my older sister Ashley. Overall my life is just pretty flipping awesome.

I pulled up in front of Cassidy's house in my yellow and black striped Camaro; and beeped twice to let her know I was here. I watched as her front door quickly swung open, and close just as quickly behind her. She sent me a flirtatious wave, and then she pulled out her phone casually and looked through it as she walked down her driveway. She climbed into the car, then leaned over and gave me a chaste kiss.

"Hey," she murmured.

"Hey," I said back. I started down the street and pulled out of her neighborhood, then continued down the road toward MHS. There was a long uncomfortable silence in the car that was bothering me. I coolly turned up the radio to hear Maroon 5(4) come on.

"Well baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you," I sang along. (5)

"Ew, I can't stand Adam Levine."(6) Cassidy sat up and played with the buttons for the radio, changing the song to Katy Perry. (7)

I rolled my eyes then changed it back, "I've told you before, my car, my rules. Rule number 7: Don't touch the radio; we listen to whatever I want to listen to. So were listening to Maroon 5, because I want to listen to Maroon 5."

"But I don't," she whined.

"Rule number 23: No whining or you're walking." I stated firmly.

She crossed her arms across her chest and pouted the rest of the way to school. I continued to sing obnoxiously along with the radio. I know what she is trying to do. She's going to mope and give me 'The Silent Treatment' until I cave in and give her what she wants. It's what she does. It's what she always does. She expects me to worship the ground she walks on and do everything she wants, and when I don't, she throws a fit until I do.

"Are you coming to my game tonight?" I tried asking sweetly.

She continued to stare blankly out of her window, pretending she didn't hear me.

"Cassidy?" I glanced over at her.

She still didn't respond.

"Fine, I'm sorry Cass. Do you forgive me now?" I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. I wasn't sorry at all; I just didn't want to have to put up with her bitching the rest of the day.

She turned towards me and grinned brightly, "Thank you, and yes." And she kissed my cheek.

And with that our 'fight' was over, (for now). We have little arguments like that almost daily. And it's usually her acting all upset over something stupid like, "I was mean to her," or "I don't care about her feelings," or "I didn't text her back right away so I must be having sex with another girl," type of arguments. And they all end the same way with me "apologizing" and giving her my puppy dog look and then she "forgives" me and then she's all preppy and giggly again.

People wonder why I'm still with her. 3 reasons:

1: She's hot

2: I'm the captain of the basketball team, she's the captain of the cheerleading squad, and we're pretty much the 'it' couple of Miami High and it's good for reputation.

3: She's hot. And she does whatever I need her to do.

I pulled into the schools parking lot, and drove slowly around the many teens towards my usual parking spot. It was on the west side not too far away from the school so I didn't have to walk as far, and it was just under a small tree that provided shade over my car, so that it wouldn't get too hot inside. It also had perfect view of the large field, where the cheerleaders held their everyday practices.

I pulled slowly up to my space, when a blue motorcycle roared past me out of nowhere, and cut me off. I slammed on my brakes to avoided hitting him, causing Cassidy to fly forward into her lipstick she was just applying, leaving a baby pink streak across her cheek. The motorcycle screeched as the rider stopped and parked his bike in my parking space.

Who does this guy think he is? He almost caused me to wreck my car! And he has the nerve to take my parking spot? With one move I jumped out of my car and slammed the door shut. I started stomping my way towards this idiot driver.

"Hey!" I yelled. I was so pissed. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I own that spot you motherfucker!"

The guy stepped off of the bike and started to unbuckle his helmet. He lifted his helmet off his head, and turned towards me. Whoa… He's a she, and no ordinary one either. She held her helmet under her arm, as she untied her hair and shook out her long brown curls that went down to her mid-back. Her big chocolate eyes were carved into slits and were throwing daggers at me. She wore a white tank and a black leather jacket over it and a feather necklace, with light washed out blue skinny jeans and black combat boots. She was as hot as hell.

"I think I'm parking my bike, and you don't own shit!" she spat at me.

Damn her attitude was just the sprinkles on her sexy cupcake.

Just as I was about to make a snide comeback, Cassidy pushed herself in front of me and went off.

"Look what you did to my face you bitch!" She pointed to the pink lipstick that was smudged across her face.

"I didn't do anything to your face. But I could really do something to it if you don't watch your mouth their Barbie."

I watched as Cassidy became flustered as she tried to come back with a witty comment; and I couldn't help but chuckle at her.

She whipped her head towards me and glared at me, her eyes filled with fire. I raised my hands up in defense. In the corner of my eye I swear I saw the mystery biker babe smirk at me.

Cassidy turned back around and huffed. "Whatever, you're wasting my time anyways." She then strutted away, probably to the nearest bathroom to clean the lipstick off her cheek.

I faced the biker babe, to see that she was already walking away towards the school, "Where are you going?" I yelled after her.

She completely ignored me and kept walking. I jogged quickly to catch up with her. I placed my hand on her shoulder to stop her.

She jerked my hand off instantly. "Don't touch me," she hissed.

"Where are you going?" I asked again. I want to know who she is and what her deal was. She was obviously new.

"To class. Where else?" She rolled her eyes and walked away from me again.

I stopped and just stared after her. Then slowly turned back around and made my way back towards the parking lot, where my best friend Dez, Cassidy and her best friend Trish were waiting by Dez's truck. I went and leaned against the truck next to him.

He turned towards me. "Hey, what was that about?"

I shook my head, "Nothing,"

"Who's that new girl? She was smokin, not to mention she rides a bike, do you realize how hot that is?"

I glanced over to Cassidy, who was talking to Trish over by her car; she was good out of hearing distance.

"Yes, I realized that, she has an attitude too. That girl was nothing but fire."

He nodded his head in agreement, "I want her,"

"No," I immediately objected.

He scoffed at me, "What why not?"

"Cause I want her," I chuckled.

"But you have Cassidy."

Damn it. "So? You still can't have her."

"And why not?" he questioned.

"Cause she probably would never go for a ginger like you."

"How do you know?"

"I can just tell," I replied.

He seemed skeptical for a moment; he waited for a second before he nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, you're probably right."

It didn't take much to get Dez to agree with me. Just a little persuasion is all it takes and he's instantly on board with me. I try not to take advantage of him like that though, but I couldn't have him going after my mystery biker babe, so I did what I had to do.

Cassidy came up beside me and I threw my arm around her, as we walked up to the school. I walked her to her homeroom, and she turned to face me.

"See you after class," she murmured as she gave me a quick kiss.

I kissed her back, "Okay,"

I let go of her hands and started walking towards my first class when I heard her voice calling after me. "Love you!"

I cringed as the words left her lips, and I continued walking away, pretending I didn't hear her.

I glanced over my shoulder to see that she had already gone into class. I let out my breath in relief, and made my way to homeroom.

ALLY POV:

My name is Ally Dawson. I'm 17 and I know I'm hot, just by the way I see people look at me. I have an attitude, I'm independent, and I'm not afraid to speak my mind. I learned to ride motorcycles from my dad. He taught me when I was 15, and died a few months later after he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He left all of his bikes to me in his will. I just moved again to Miami Florida from Denver Colorado, and I can already tell you my life is a living hell. I hate it here. The heat, the humidity, the people, the city, I hate it all. My mother got yet another promotion, which meant we had to leave Denver, the only place that I actually liked living in. The only upside is that I convinced my mother to let me bring my bikes with me. Well, it was nice that I got her permission, but I guess that didn't matter since I was bringing them with me one way or another.

I wandered around the school until I found administration. I pushed through the blue double doors, and walked up to a lady in a beige sweater with round glasses.

She paused at her typing on her ancient computer, and peered up at me. "How can I help you, miss?"

"I just transferred here. I need my schedule."

"Okay," she pressed a few keys. "Name?"

"Dawson,"

She pressed a few more keys, "Are you Allyson?"

I nodded. "It's Ally. Can I have my schedule?"

She printed out my schedule and handed it to me. "Do you need help finding your first period?"

"No," I finished and I walked out. I didn't need some potato sack showing me around, when I could just find it all myself.

I glanced at my schedule to see I was late for Biology 2. I went down the halls looking over each room number. 234,235… room 236, Mr. Caldwell.

I twisted the doorknob and stepped in. I gained all the stares from everyone in the classroom. Mr. Caldwell stopped writing something on the board and turned towards me. He was about in his late forties. He was rather tall, and overly skinny. He had a bushy mustache and dark thinning hair, and wore a navy blue suit with a red tie with a striped design.

He grinned, showing his crooked yellowing teeth. "Ah, you must be our new student, Miss Allyson Dawson." He said in a tone that was over enthused. His whole criteria screamed pedophile. I already didn't like him.

"Ally," I corrected. "My name is Ally."

"Well Ally, I hear you're a straight A student with nearly perfect scores. Our school is very happy to have you."

"Uh huh," I mumbled as I showed myself to an empty seat in the back. I slouched back in my chair and set my helmet under the table, resting my feet on it. Mr. Caldwell resumed drawing a poorly drawn example of prokaryotic cells. I already learned all this shit at my old school. I caught some guy from the row in front of me, looking me up and down, checking me out. He was relatively good looking and was sending me a seductive grin.

I glared at him, "Can I help you?"

"You sure can," He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck off,"

He chuckled lowly, and twisted his head back towards the front.

Mr. Caldwell turned back towards the class, "Now can anyone tell me what kind of cells these are?" He announced, referring to his drawing up on the board.

The whole classroom remained silent, and no one volunteered an answer.

I sighed of boredom. I felt like exploring the campus, or going out to get something to eat. I raised my hand.

Mr. Caldwell grinned at me brightly. "Yes Miss Dawson?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

His grin dropped. "First you have to answer the-"

"They're prokaryotic cells," I cut off. "Now can I go?"

He seemed a little startled. "Uh, yes. Yes you can go."

I gathered my stuff, grabbed my helmet, and shuffled my way out of the classroom; ignoring the dozens of whispers and stares that followed my every move. What the hell is wrong with them? I'm walking out of the classroom. Big fucking deal.

The school was large. It was bigger than my old high school most defiantly, but it wasn't the biggest school. It was more of an indoor school than an outdoor school; the walls were coated with a navy blue and bright yellow design, with large bold letters that read "MHS HOME OF THE MIAMI JAGUARS" on one wall that mirrored the other wall with grey lockers. It had faded tile flooring that was probably once white, but was now a beige color. Who designed this school? The whole building was as ugly as shit.

As I finished passing the lockers, I came across a large glass case. Inside were dozens of shiny trophies and plaques from different sports and clubs. One specific shiny gold trophy with a picture standing next to it caught my eye. The trophy was about 2 feet in height and had a tiny gold man holding a basketball standing on top. The picture next to it I immediately recognized as the gorgeous blonde I interacted with this morning. It was an action candid shot of him during a game. He was hovering in mid-air over the basketball net; the basketball in his tight grip over his head. His biceps were bulging and his gorgeous brown eyes were determined and set on the net in front of him. A slam-dunk.

My eyes next trailed down to the caption underneath the picture.

"Austin Moon, being the youngest player to ever be on the Jaguars varsity basketball team, making his unforgettable shot that won the Miami Jaguars Championship game, on November 23rd 2011."

"Austin Moon," I murmured under my breath. It rolled off the tongue nicely.

I continued to gaze at the picture. He was seriously hot.

"Like what you see?" spoke a husky voice beside me.

I turned to see just the sex on legs I was thinking about. He rested his arm on top of the case and admired the trophy and the picture, before he turned his head to smirk at me while raising his eyebrows.

"Eh," I shrugged as turned on my heel dragging my combat boots along the ground as I walked.

"Hey!" Austin yelled at me.

I stopped then swiveled around to face him and stopped abruptly on my heel.

"What?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets. " I'm Austin. What's your name?"

I eyed him cautiously. He bit his lower lip. Damn was he tall sexy eye candy. I promised myself no guys here though. I pivoted back around.

"Figure it out,"

I felt him grab my arm, and I whipped it away while I turned to scowl at him.

"Stop grabbing me," I hissed.

"Stop walking away from me,"

"I can do whatever I want." I muttered.

His lips formed into a smirk. "Then do me," he whispered inching closer.

I looked around the halls, and then looked up at him through my lashes, pressing my hands to his chest. He leaned down to kiss me. Just as our lips centimeters apart, I pushed him away, sending him tumbling backwards onto his ass.

"Fuck off," I smirked. Then I twirled around once more, leaving him dumbstruck.

Huh? I need to know what you guys think so tell me. Do you guys like it? Let me know.

I made it up.

I made up her last name.

I made it up.

I don't own Maroon 5.

I don't own One More Night by Maroon 5.

I have nothing against Adam Levine. In fact he's very scrumptious (;

I do not own Katy Perry.

This story has a lot more language than my first story. If you couldn't already tell. I'll still be updating MIAWW I just haven't gotten to it yet.

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