Fallen (Austin Mahone Short Story)

Chapter 1: The First Time

I stood in the back of the church, tugging on my coat, feeling flushed. My eyes were definitely blood shot from that night, it flashbacked in my mind. I bit on my bottom lip, fighting back tears. I had to be strong for her. Funny, she probably thought that about me. The past few days since she left, the only thing that flooded my mind were flashbacks. Even the smallest memories made me tear up, she was supposed to be mine and she's not, now I have to be here and watch them send her off to a place I can't go.

The memory that played most in my mind was the first day I saw her. How I hadn't noticed it was her until almost a year later. Before then, I always played it. I just wish I could do things different.

- August 2011 -

I walked into my algebra class, heavy bookbag on my shoulders from collecting giant textbooks throughout the day. I just wanted to go home. All throughout school these girls kept taking pictures of me and passing me notes, it was kind of annoying. But I knew my mom was coming to get me soon.

I sat in an empty desk in the back of the room. Only hushed whispers were spreading through the walls of the classroom, everyone talking to their friends from the year before. I had no one to talk to, I was new here. My friends were back in La Vernia, at a different school without me. I was ready to leave and hang out with them instead. I turned my head to see this girl, sitting in the desk next to mine. She was wearing a burgundy Harvard sweatshirt, dark skinny jeans, and beige, neatly stitched cowboy boots. Her hair was curly, much like mine but hers were beautiful curls, naturally beautiful silky hair. She was doodling in a notebook, her hand wrapped around the back of her neck, probably shielding her art so no one could see. I couldn't see her face, she hid that too.

The teacher, Miss Roland, an older lady about in her fifties, clapped her hands for attention.

"She acts like we're grade schoolers." I heard one boy whisper from a few rows over. Another girl made a snooty comment and mocked her, her face scrunched, "I know how to clap too, see guys!"

I shook my head and stared out the window adjacent from me. I always spaced out when I needed to be paying attention but I didn't care, I was going to learn whatever she had to say sooner or later. I would rather learn it later because I'm a huge procrastinator. An office aid came in and handed Miss Roland a note. Her expression turned, her face looked concerning, covering her hand over her mouth before folding the note, "Oh my goodness... Alexandra Blake?"

I looked around for the head that would be popping up, unaware that it was the girl I had been watching earlier, the one sitting right next to me, "Yes?"

"Get your things, you're being checked out." Alexandra stood, everyone stared at her. Her gaze dropped to the floor, guessing since everyone's eyes were on her. She didn't like it, I could tell, by the way she tugged at her sweatshirt like she was trying to hide in it. She slowly approached the door, taking baby steps before pausing at the doorway. She sped off down the hall. Miss Roland turned on her heels, eyeing a second note in her boney fingers before making eye contact with me, "Ah, Mr. Mahone, looks like you're leaving us."

"Wait, what?" My eyes shot off the door and stared at my teacher.

Her arm extended to me, holding out the purple slip. I stood up from my desk, grabbing my textbook and backpack, "Oh no, you won't be needing that."

She pulled textbook from my hand and smiled. I gave her a weird smirk before walking out of the door towards the front office. I turned the corners and trudged down the stairs back to the front of the school, looking out the window as I passed parent pick up and the faculty parkinglot. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed a familiar outfit. It was her, the girl from my class, standing outside with an older girl that looked like she could be her older sister. She dropped her backpack to ground and was about to fall to her knees before the older girl caught her, it was like her knees gave out from under her. She buried her head into the other girl's shoulders, holding her tight as she regained her footing. The other girl grabbed Alexandra's backpack, throwing it over her shoulder as she guided her to their car, her face embedded in her hands. I couldn't see the pain on her face but I could feel it from a mile away. It hit me as I watched her breakdown in the middle of the courtyard. A tap on my shoulder knocked me out of my gaze, "Hey, you got everything?"

It was my mother's bright face smiling back at me, "Yeah, I got it."

I smiled back at her, heading out through the double doors and over to the parkinglot. I scanned the pick up for that car she'd gotten into but it was gone. When I finally reached my mom's truck I couldn't really get that girl off my mind. Who knew a girl I never talked to would have such an impact on my life.

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A/N: Okay, I feel like this is off to a rocky start... I can do better, and longer, this isn't the best but I winged it tonight posting this. I really hate how short it is so I'm gonna try and make it longer next time. So tell me what you think about it so far and don't forget to vote, comment, and share please!!!(: