I know I should be working on my other fanfictions, but I have had this idea for months. It's just something I don't usually see, so I wanted to bring in some new plots. Review x3

(Rated T for Language, Violence, and Sexual Themes)

{P.S. Did you see the A&A cast livestream? *Fangirl squeals*}

Austin POV

The flaming rocks crumbled down the side of the hill, setting what was left of the grass on fire. I stood close to the fire without caution—it couldn't even hurt me. My hands stuffed into my jacket pockets, I stood still, watching the rubble disintegrate. It may be hard for ordinary people to understand, so I'll explain.

The reason why the hill was on fire? I set it on fire. Did I need any matches for it? No. The only things I used were my bare hands and body temperature. I'm a ruler of fire. Golden flames run through my veins. You would lose to me in a fist fight, because you would probably be doing the Stop, Drop, and Roll number. I shoot fire through my wrists and my palms.

I'm kinda like spiderman. Except I can't make the flames stick to buildings and fly through the air. Although that would be the most epic thing in man kind..anyways, I only set it on fire for a few reasons. First reason; it's awesome to watch. Second reason; I can miss a few periods at school. Third reason; I needed to test out my flames on something. They could get rusty if left unused for a long time. Even though I use them legitimately everyday…

I walked away nonchalantly from the destruction I had created. The rubble would probably appear on the news, yet they still wouldn't know it was me who set the hill on fire. People are lucky enough to where I'm not setting their homes on fire. Well, not like I would consider it. Maybe my teacher's houses..

No matter. My feet crunching on gravel in the parking lot of Seaford High was the loudest sound heard in the vacant area. It was like a ghost town, just empty cars. Not one person outside. I quickly whipped out my cell phone to check the time. 12:46. That would be...fourth period. Dammit.. science class. The worst of all classes, in my opinion.

I pushed open the front doors, then started walking down the narrow hallway. People were still switching from third to fourth period. I got numerous waves from girls. The "flirty fingers" is what I call them. Because all the waves consisted of girls wiggling their fingers at me. Usually followed by a wink.

I have no idea why I over-calculate the flirty fingers. It's just something to take notice of. Especially when you're this good looking. Using the sharp head nod back to the flirty fingers was the goal. Afterwards, I smoothly rounded the corner of the hallway. Noticing Dez running up to me, I slowed. "Austin, did you hear?" he questioned squeakily, breathing heavily from his sprinting.

"Uhh..no. What's up?" Dez's suspender straps began slipping down his shoulders. He slipped them up, still trying to catch his breath. "You ran down the fuckin' hallway, man, get a grip." I shook his shoulder, which only caused his suspender strap to slip again. I heaved a gruff sigh.

"If this is about your goddamn turtle, I know that you got him matching suspenders, you texted me this morn-" Dez cut me off. "Cassidy's cheating on you again." I took a deep breath and rubbed the back of my neck, trying to keep my body temperature down.

"Where did you see her?" I inquired. He nervously shuffled his feet. "Dez.." If this weirdo wasn't gonna tell me, I had to do something to make him. Letting my body temperature rise, I lit a small ember onto my finger, and held it at the tip of his hair, singeing it.

"Okay, okay! She was in the janitor's closet with Dallas." he squeaked. I blew the ember out on my finger, and I lowered my hand. "Dallas?" I asked uneasily. Dez sadly patted the split end where I burned some of his hair off. "Yeah.." he mumbled. When I saw that son of a bitch-wait a second. "Why the hell were you going in the janitor's closet?" Dez paused, like it was a natural thing. "So I could have a dressing room for my turtle."

Dez was dragging his feet behind me, while I took powerful and determined steps to the janitor's closet. "Dude, settle down. You're not thinking straight." I heard his pitchy voice from behind me. I laughed shortly. "I'm thinking perfectly straight. In fact, I have everything planned out in my head," I seethed. "Lock those two in the closet, set the room on fire, and go on my way." Dez spun me around by my shoulder. "You'll regret it later." he told me.

I breathed another gruff sigh, feeling my body temperature go down. The golden flames coursing through me were now calmly flowing. Hearing Dez continue, I tuned in. "Do something harmless..like..pouring your lunch on her or something." He offered. I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Middle school pranks? Really?" He gave me a pointed look. "Better than being a murderer."

After speaking with Dez, I passed the janitor's closet, ignoring the noises coming from behind it. I would get back at them soon enough. Breaking up with Cassidy was the smartest route. What a slut. Teaching Dallas a lesson was going to happen, no matter the consequence. I stopped at a classroom door. Looking around, I noticed the hallway was empty. Class had already started.

Popping the collar of my dark burgundy leather jacket, I pushed open the Science room door. People were already gathering around their stations. "Late again, Austin." I heard the science teacher deadpan. I rolled my eyes and muttered crude words under my breath as I walked past him.

I sat in my seat, leaning my back up against it. The table I sat at was empty as I held both of my hands behind my neck, relaxing. I never usually had a partner come and sit by me. Perhaps they were intimidated by me. Both guys and girls alike, neither had sat by me unless they were assigned to. They scooted their chair away from me, anyway. I kicked my feet up onto the tabletop, and shut my eyes. Fourth period seemed pretty good for a nap…

"Hey!" I heard a feminine voice snap. I opened one of my eyes and looked to the left. A dainty girl with dark brown and curly hair stood there nervously, hugging a battered book to her chest. I opened my other eye. "You aren't supposed to nap in class.." she muttered.

I blinked my eyes multiple times. Was she serious? I raised my eyebrow at her. "Do I look like I care?" I responded. She wrinkled her nose. It kinda resembled to a bunny. A cute bunny. My mind added. I mentally set fire to myself. Dammit.

"Well..no. But I'm not doing this project on my own." she said, sitting down in the chair next to mine. The chair next to mine had been close when it was unoccupied. Our shoulders were then brushing up against each other. I tried my best to ignore it. She set her worn book on the table in front of her. I noticed it had a big 'A' stitched into it, with other designs, making it more personal.

My eyes focused away from the book and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Do I even know you?" I asked sourly, glancing over at her tiny figure. She spun her head around, her big brown eyes widening. "I'm new. Ally Dawson." She introduced, clenching a bright red notebook in her hand. That explained the 'A' on her journal. "Mr. Anderson told me to sit by you, it wasn't my choice."

I chuckled lowly, closing my eyes. After a few moments of me chuckling, she spoke up. "What's so funny?" I heard her ask innocently. I smirked as I looked over to her. "It was your choice. Since when are your decisions decided by a science teacher?" I was still snickering. She must've been a nerd if she followed a teacher's rules. "Since when did I concern you? Let's just get the project done and over with." she replied calmly. I immediately stopped laughing.

"Whatever." I scoffed. To make sure she didn't think she was winning, I stood up out of my seat and rounded to the other side of the table, reviewing the notebook she just got out. I leaned forward onto the table, still making sure I was towering over her. She looked back at up me with her head, the notebook splayed out in front of her.

"You never told me your name." she stated. I blinked multiple times. "Not like it's important to you." I grumbled, looking up around the room of other people working. "Yeah, it is," she interjected. I glared down at her. "And why's that?" I pressed. "I'd much rather call you by your name than saying 'hey you' just to get your attention. Plus, I'm trying to be sociable. Unlike you." she said all of that in her light, sweet and polite tone.

I heaved another one of my gruff sighs. "Austin," I told her, defeated. "Austin Moon." She nodded her head. "There, Austin, now that wasn't so hard." I heard the smile in her voice. I couldn't believe I was letting this dainty and quiet girl get the best of me. I felt my body temperature rising. Not from anger, but from embarrassment. "Just work on the project. I gotta deal with something." I began stalking away from the table, Cassidy and Dallas still in mind.

"Wait a sec!" she called out, grabbing tightly onto my wrist with both of her hands. She was so light, I was dragging her across the floor. I stopped impatiently and turned around slowly to face her. "What?" I breathed. "I'm not doing this on my own. I'm not the nerd who does your work for you. And I better not be labeled that way." My eyes widened slightly. She knew our stereotypes well, and it was only her first day.

"I have my own business to take care of. Important business." I countered. "Like what?" she hissed. I rolled my eyes. "Unless you want to help me bust my cheating girlfriend and my ex-best friend having sex in the janitor's closet, I suggest you go sit back down."

"Then I guess I'm going to help you."

O snappy snoo my shoes. I have no idea where that came from. Welp, I have chapter 1 completed. Await chapter 2, coming soon!

Credits:

[1]: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!

[2]: I actually don't have a second thing. Zomg, I'm so original! DerpDerp.

Hugs and Auslly;

Valerie x