Chapter 1: My own personal hell

Allys POV:

"Just give it up just please give it up, and let me live my live. I'm tired of throwing glances at my back to make sure you're not there. Whoa whoa yeah so just give it up please just give it up."(This is my song and only my song! No stealing!) I finished sweetly. I sighed the first day back at school. I was actually excited! It meant I could get away from my dad even if only for a little while. I started throwing things in my bag and proceeded to get ready. I wore baggy jeans a yellow tank top with white flowers and a big red and black hoodie from my school to hind the scares all up my body. I went to a performing arts school, Arts and Communications Magnet Academy (ACMA). You would think my extreme stage fright would stop me from going there but I have connections that know how talented I am without making me singing in front of them. So here I was. I chugged down the rest of my coffee and walked out the door towered the bus stop. I quickly slipped on to the bus unnoticed and took the first empty seat I saw. I put my ear buds in and played really loud music to stay awake; I was not a morning person. The bus came to a screeching halt and I slammed into the front of the seat. Man this driver was crazy I thought to myself. Every day something would happen from fender bender to a pot hole you never knew for sure. Finally we arrived at school and luckily not to broken or bruised. "Hey" I sighed grumpily as I approached my BFF, Trish. "Hi!" she exclaimed cheerfully. Trish unlike me was extremely happy in the morning. She said it was the best part of her day because no one had pissed her off yet. I slumped down on the bench outside my English class. I took out my tattered journal with a big red A on it and almost had the perfect tune to accompany my song we the speakers started blasting music signaling the bell would ring soon. I sighed having lost the tune and slipped my book into my bag. My mother had given it to me a little while before she died and I kept it as a journal/song book that on one and I mean NO ONE was allowed to touch. I swiftly slid into my seat in the back in between Trish and an empty seat and started to take out my homework.

Austin POV:

The first bell had rung and I was going to be late but I didn't care. I currently was pinning some girl to the wall as we made out. She was tall and very slim with long straight blond hair. She looked like she had just walked out of a magazine. Today was the first day of school; yes I Austin Moon the bad boy singer was being reduced to school. I had at least managed to convince my manager, Dez to let me go to this stupid performing arts school called ACMA. I stepped back from the girl. Her hair was slightly frizzy now and she looked kind of dazed but she was smirking at me. "Look –" I started

"Cassidy" she supplied. "Yeah look Cassidy we gotta go to class, don't want to be too late." She slowly nodded blinking. I didn't really care about being late but I was board and didn't feel like dealing with a weeping mess right now. "Umm okaaaaay" she said slowly as if not getting why I didn't want to kiss her more. With that I turned and made my way to my first class which was English. I walked in and everyone stared at me some shocked some in awe and all the girls in full on flirting mode. "How nice of you to join us Mr. Moon" said the teacher trying to sound annoyed but I could tell we was just itching to ask for an autograph. I smirked and looked for an empty seat. There was only one left it was next to a girl who was scribbling away furiously in a book completely oblivious to who was in the room and who was about to sit next to her. I walked over next to her and cleared my throught. She looked up and her eyes widened as I smirked down at her then they quickly narrowed at me. For a second I lost my cool. She glared at me, what's with the glaring?! But I quickly gathered myself as I asked if I could sit there. After she scanned the room to make sure there were no other spots and eventually she sighed and said she guessed so. What is with her!? Everyone loves Austin Moon! I looked at her she had wavy brown hair that fell down her back and big chocolate brown eyes hidden behind some light brown thin wire glasses that would normally be stylish was just downright adorkable with her baggy jeans and sweatshirt even though it was like 80 degrees out. She wore no makeup and even with the baggy clothes he could tell she had an amazing body. So to sum her up if she actually wanted to she could be a smoking hot babe but instead dressed like a dweeb. English was soon over and not one glance from the girl while everyone else was passing me notes nonstop. Next I had Music. I stopped at my locker and grabbed my stuff while a group of guys came over to me. "Hey I'm Dallas and this is Dustin" he gestured to the left." Nick" to the far right "and Dylan" to the near right. "Cool I'm Austin" I nodded at them. "Hey what do you goy bro?" Dallas the leader I'm guessing asked. "Umm Music" I replied. "Cool so do I!" said Dallas. "I'll show you what I like to do! There's this nerd and its fun as hell to pick on her." "Oh cool" I said. I needed this I was having a crap day and picking on other always made me feel better. What?! Don't judge I'm Austin Moon the bad boy singer! We walked in to the room and I could see Dallas walking up to a girl were he sneered in her face. I walked over to Dallas to see who the unlucky geek was. I looked down at her and almost gasped out loud. It was the girl from English.