(A/N: Hey! I would first like to congratulate JoeyJar99 for guessing a small part of the secret. Not the whole thing, but a part of it. I asked her not to give it away, so you guys can still guess. Look for clues, if you pay close attention, the secret will slowly reveal itself. Enjoy the update!)

Austin's POV

I quickly run through the halls towards the science wing.

It was lunchtime, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know what was going on. I hate not knowing secrets. It eats at me away on the inside. So, I headed to the place I knew where Ally would be.

The roof.

As I whipped around the corner, about to reach the science wing, I slam into another body and crash down to the ground. I automatically jump to conclusions and think its Ally. I think about the injuries she had yesterday and scream, "Oh my God! Are you okay?"

Then I realize that the girl lying on the ground is blonder than Ally, and had blue eyes. I curse in my head as the girl gets up, perfectly fine, and I figure out who she really is.

"No, I'm not okay," Cassidy purrs, putting a finger on my chest. "You gonna make it better?" She leans in close to my face, a smirk on her face. I think of how if she was Ally, she would be a lot shorter, and would complement my height better. Cassidy, however, is almost as tall as me, making me look shorter than I really am. "Um… no," I say, trying to move out of the way.

Cassidy wasn't going to let me off that easy, so she stepped in my way and says, "Hey, hey, hey… why you leaving so soon. I like it where we are."

She leans in closer, trying to get closer to my lips. I take a step back. "Look…" I sigh. "I got to be places, can we talk later?" The corners of her mouth tilt upward into a slight smile. "Did you just ask me for my number?" she asked, crossing her arms with a smile. Before I could say anything, she pulls a pad of paper out of her shiny blue designer purse. She whips out a pink gel pen and scribbles something down. She tears the piece off and holds it out. "Call me," she says with a wink.

Just to humor her, I take it and say, "Will do." She blows me a kiss and struts away. I shake my head and remember why I was there in the first place. After dumping Cassidy's number into the garbage, I burst into the storage closet, closing the door behind me. I pull the string and the ladder plummets down, like it always has. I climb up the ladder and punch the trap door open.

I expected Ally to be waiting. I expected her to be crying. I expected her to be hurt. I expected her to be bleeding. I even expected her to be scared.

I expected her to be okay.

I didn't expect what I saw.

She was lying on her back, breathing heavily. Her head was resting on the small pillow from her bin. She was bleeding from all the cuts on her body. She was sweating and honestly, looked like she was giving birth, minus the fat part. She is so skinny, it's unhealthy.

And the thing I'm feeling is not fear. It's not worriedness. It's not panic.

It's that funny little feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I realize that I am, in fact, feeling attracted to this girl.

Which is absolutely, positively, insane! This girl is at her worst state. She could not be any worse. She is bleeding from every place imaginable, and literally sweating through her clothes. Yet, she is still the prettiest girl in the world.

This is crazy. What is wrong with me?

I snap away from my thoughts when I hear her moan. I trot over to her and lean over her. Her eyes were closed and tears were streaming down her face. "Ally," I whisper. Her eyes shoot open, and she stares at me. I touch her forehead, and it was scorching hot. "Aust—" she breathes. She screams and cries some more.

I look up and down her body. She's dying.

I know it. She's dying.

She can't die.

She WON'T die.

"Please tell me what's wrong with you!" I whimper, trying really hard not to show my fear. She closes her eyes, and weakly points to her stomach. My eyes widen and I lift her shirt a little, exposing her belly.

It was terrible. You could see the ribs. She was obviously starving. I never knew how skinny she really was. I guess I was too busy drooling over her. "When— when wa was the last time you ate?" I stutter, allowing a few tears to leak out of my eyes. She takes a deep breath and mutters, "Monday."

Monday!? It's Friday!

I let a few shaky breaths escape my mouth, and I run my fingers through my hair. I stand up and say, "I'll be back. I promise."

I sprint to the trap door and swing it open. I slide down the ladder and run out the closet, slamming the door behind me. I run all the way to the cafeteria, and look at the line for food. It was too long. There wasn't enough time. I glance over to where my friends were eating and I get an idea.

I run over to them, and they pivot their heads towards me, smiling. "Austin!" Trish says cheerfully. "Where have you—" "I need that banana!" I cut off, pointing at the banana on her tray. "What—" Dez begins, a look of confusion on his face. "And that water bottle!" I interupt. "That sandwich would help too."

Dallas stops eating his sandwich and looks at me like I had two heads. "Austin, if you're hungry, we can—"

"No!" I scream, letting more tears go down. "I need this now! Please, please, please! It's an emergency!"

They look at me with surprised glances, pick up the food I requested, and held it out. I let a breath of relief out, took the food, and ran away from my confused friends.

I run to the closet and let myself in, realizing I never pulled the string when I left. I closed the closet door and climbed up the ladder rapidly.

When I got up there, Ally was on her side, breathing in and out. I dove to her side and dropped the food next to her. I prop her against the wall and she looks at me with true fear in her eyes. I pick up the half eaten sandwich and break a piece off of it. I put it in her mouth. "Please swallow it!" I say softly. She nods and chews it slowly, and I pretend I don't see blood in her mouth.

She finally swallows it, and her stomach immediately grumbles. I think that was a good sign.

Little by little, I place pieces of food in her mouth, and she swallows them. I make her drink water to wash the blood out from her mouth, which I realize was coming from a cut on the side of her teeth.

She finishes off the last piece of banana, and I sigh. I feel her head, and the temperature was already starting to cool down.

She looks at me, and murmurs my name. I pull her onto my lap, and she melts into my chest. I stroke her hair and she flutters her eyes closed. Her breathing slows and she takes my hand, and I don't want to let go.

I don't know how I could live without her. If I wasn't there, she could have died, leaving my life empty.

I love her.

I love her to the ends of the earth. I don't know what I would do if she wasn't alive. I would probably go through stages of depression or something.

I will never let her go. I will never give up on keeping her safe. I will not back down. I will fight, and fight, and fight until I learn what's going on, and then I will fix it.

I am her knight in shining armor, and will be for all eternity.

She summons the strength to turn and face me, leaving only a small space in between our lips. She scans me, and I whisper, "Why haven't you eaten in so long? I want to help you. Who left you in the closet yesterday? Please tell me."

A tear drops from her eye. "I— I can't tell you," she whimpers, making me break on the inside. Her vulnerability kills me, and I just want to make her better. She won't tell me, and I don't know why. "Why?" I ask softly. She looks down. "Because they'll kill you," she whispers, and my eyes widen.

The bell rings from underneath us, and she slowly gets up, and walks away, not meeting my eyes.


"Okay!" Mr. Bruner bellows. "The moment you all have been waiting for! Project assignment!" Everyone groans, and I sigh, leaning my head in my hands.

Ally hasn't talked to me.

I know she's afraid. I think she admitted something she didn't want to admit. I think the reason she isn't telling me anything is because the 'they' is keeping her from telling me. But she doesn't have to tell me, because I'll figure it out. At least she didn't arrive late to class today.

"Your project will be a paper on everything you learned in the past week," Mr. Bruner informed, reading off his clipboard. "Show what you know. This is a partner project, and is due on Wednesday. Work with the person next to you. You will have no class time except for until the bell. Begin."

I looked at Ally, and she glanced up shyly at me. I smiled at her, and scooted my desk next to hers. Best. Partner. Ever.

"So, do you want to meet at the Coffee Shop after school? We could work on the project, order a cup of Joe, it could be fun!" I suggest hopefully. She sighed and said, "Austin, I work hard just to afford the clothes on my back. I can't afford coffee."

I smile. "No worries! I can buy!" She shakes her head. My grin falters when I realize I won't be changing her mind. "Well, you can come to my house? Or we could go to yours?" I say hopefully. She takes a big breath in, and runs her finger up and down the scrape on her head. She bites her lip and I smile at how cute she looks. "Just, just…" she stutters, thinking deeply. "Meet me at the school at 6:30. I think I will be finished with ch-, work by then."

I can't help but feel disappointed. I really wanted to get closer to her, and going to her house was the next step. "Okay," I agree reluctantly. She smiles and says, "Alrightie, what do you want to write about?"

For the rest of the period, we try to work but fail miserably. We laugh the entire time about random things, and I swear everyone around us is pissed off about how loud we are being.

It feels good making her smile. She has this contagious laugh that makes me want to laugh along with her. I get the impression that she hasn't felt this relaxed in a long time, and I am happy to be the person that grants her that.

I can't help but love her. The way she does everything is flawless, and I just want to know how to help her. I just want to be the person that sweeps her off her feet. I want her to love me back.

The bell rings and people leave, and I get my stuff. On the way out, I wave at her and walk out, thinking of how today start off like a normal day, and then turned horrifying and magical.

I wish all days were like today.

(A/N: Cheesy ending! YAY! That was the update, I can't chat, but someone asked me what LHW syndrome was, so I would like to answer that question. LHW syndrome is not an actual disease; it's just what I call severe writer's block, but with a twist. With normal people, when they get writer's block, they want to quit the story. When I get LHW, I want to quit writing for good. I get it a lot; I have a Love Hate relationship with writing. LHW stands for love hate writing.)