So I've never really written anything like this before, but I thought I'd give it a shot. My stories are usually happy while Austin and Ally become a couple pretty quick, but this is different. They will become a couple, but not that fast. And both of them are kind of OOC. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally or anything else you may recognize.

Ally POV

"Did you hear about the new kid?" Trish, my best friend asked me.

I looked up from my phone and raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no. And I don't really care."

She rolled her eyes and sat down at her desk. "I heard he's a bad boy. Apparently, he got kicked out of his last school for shoving some kid down the stairs."

I sighed. "Trish, I really don't care." Who cares about some new kid, I thought bitterly.

"He's not going to judge you, Ally." She said softly.

I scoffed. "I don't care about that, Trish. Let him think what he wants. I don't give a crap."

She was about to say something, but the school bell ringing, signaling the beginning of class interrupted her. I was honestly thankful. If she was just going to give me a long speech about how the new kid wouldn't judge me for my crappy life, then I didn't want to hear it.

When I was twelve years old, my parents died in a car crash caused by a drunk driver. I, along with my twin brother, Adam, were in that car as well. I was the only survivor. When I awoke in the hospital and was told the news about the deaths of my parents and brother, I was in shock. Even though I was young, I still understood everything that I was being told. I was very bright for my age.

Too bad I didn't give a crap about my smarts, now.

After I was released from the hospital, I was put into foster care. I had no relatives in the area, so I was out of luck there. My foster family were nice and welcoming, but that didn't matter to me back then. I was just a little girl who had lost her family because of some idiot. And the fact that I lost my parents and brother due to some drunk, who ironically survived, didn't help my situation.

Five years. That was the amount of time I had been living with my foster family. There wasn't just me. There was Blake, a six year old boy who lost his mom when he was two, and his dad wasn't in the picture. And then there was Julia, a ten year old girl who lost both her parents in a house fire. She was only three when it happened, so she didn't remember. They were lucky.

I remembered every detail of the gruesome accident. I remembered the screams, the blood, and the shattered glass. I remembered it all.

"Ally!" Trish's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. My grueling thoughts.

"What?" I asked, my voice slightly wavering. I hated thinking about the accident, but it was something that occurred involuntarily.

"Class is over." She said, a slight frown on her face.

I nodded and stood up, throwing my bag over my shoulder. I murmured a quick bye and hurried out of the classroom, hoping that the tears that were filling my eyes wouldn't fall. I hated crying. It showed that I was weak, and I was anything but.

As I walked towards my locker, I got looks from passing students in the hall. Did I care? Nope. This was a regular occurrence. I was in middle school with most of my junior class, so they didn't understand why I was the way I was now. Nobody knew about my parents and brother except for Trish and all the teachers in school. You know what was funny? Nobody ever questioned where Adam was. We were twins, so we would be in the same grade, yet nobody ever mentioned him.

"Shit!" I yelped as I bumped into someone, causing me to fall on my ass. I slightly groaned and looked up, seeing a blonde haired boy wearing a black leather jacket.

"Watch where you're going, Princess." He spat and walked away, leaving me alone on the ground. I grumbled some incoherent words and stood up, rubbing the spot where I fell.

"I am nowhere near a Princess." I muttered under my breath, a scowl on my face. Once I approached my locker, I quickly opened it and grabbed my books for my next class. Creative writing.

Walking into class, I immediately claimed my seat in the back of the room. Sitting in the back usually prevented me from getting called on, and that's exactly what I liked.

Once the bell rung, our teacher, Mrs. Reid spoke up. "Good morning, class. I hope you all had a good weekend." She smiled warmly at us. "Today I will be ass-" She was cut off by the door opening, and the blonde boy from before walking in.

You have got to be kidding me, I thought bitterly.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Moon." Mrs. Reid guessed.

The boy rolled his eyes. "Good guess, teach."

Mrs. Reid glared at the boy and put her hands on her hips. "I will not take that attitude, Mr. Moon. Now since it's your first day, I'll let you off with a warning, but if you're late again and you give me attitude, you'll get detention. Got it?"

"Whatever." He mumbled,

Mrs. Reid turned to us. "Class, please welcome Austin Moon to our class. Treat him with respect like you would with all your other classmates." She turned back to the kid whose name was Austin. "Austin, go have a seat next to Ms. Dawson."

Crap.

"Ally, please raise your hand." She ordered.

I sighed and raised my hand, a small scowl on my face. I didn't want some dick sitting next to me.

Once Austin claimed the empty desk next to me, he kicked his feet up and leaned back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head.

"Nice to see you again, Princess." He smirked.

"Shut the fuck up." I snapped quietly. If Mrs. Reid heard me, she would send me to detention. She wasn't one for profanity.

"Ooh. Is the Princess ticked off?" I stayed quiet, my jaw clenched. He was a real ass.

"Alright, class, today I will be assigning you a project." Mrs. Reid told us. Everyone groaned. "You will be paired up into pairs-"

"Do we get to choose our partner?" One of the students asked, cutting Mrs. Reid off.

She chuckled softly. "Sorry, but I will be assigning the partners." More groans. "Anyway, for the project, you and your partner will be creating a five to ten page story on any idea you please. You will then read your story to the class so that you can get critiqued. This project counts for seventy-five percent of your grade."

Great. I would actually have to do work.

"Now for the partners." She began.

I tuned her out while she announced the partners, but I came back to when she announced my partner.

"Austin and Ally."

Oh, fuck me.

Okay, I know this was short, but this story is just getting started. I'm actually really excited for this one. Like I said, I've never really written anything like it, so this should be interesting.

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