Good Bad & Undecided. (Austin Mahone Love Story)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Hey there, I'm Alison Jones. But I go by Ali. Now you're probably wondering why you're here, aren't you? As we speak, I'm tightening the grip on the bottle of pills that rests in my hand. Now you're wondering, why are you doing that to yourself? You have so much to live for, don't you? You'd be surprised how much trouble can go on in a seventeen year old's short life. Before everything, I wouldn't have even comteplated what I'm about to do, but there's only so much one person can take, right? You see, everything started on a certain day. Of course, at the time, I assumed it was like any other.

The much too familiar beeping came blasting from my phone. My eyes opened, to find the same white ceiling staring down at me as the day before. I sat up, pulling my silk sheets off my lap. I stepped onto the hardwood floors aimlessly, trying to fully wake myself up. I walked over to my closet, examining my clothes hanging in it. Why did I even bother looking in there every morning? Every day, it was the same clothes. Nothing ever changed.

I grabbed a pair of washed out jeans, a gray sweater, and a pair of converse. I slipped it all on and headed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. You know what I saw? Nothing. My eyes were blue, but they looked gray. My hair was dirty blonde and fell to my mid back, but all I saw was gray tangled hair. My family labeled me as beautiful. They have to say that though, don't they? I brushed my hair out as it fell into it's natural waves. I finished my morning routine, before making my way downstairs, passing by the same old pictures as they hung motionless on the wall.

"Morning," I heard a dull voice from my right. I flicked my head around and saw my dad, reading a newspaper with a coffee placed in his hand, like always.

"Morning," I repeated back at him. You see, I've never been close with my parents. They work too much. You'd think that'd give me more freedom but it doesn't. I've never been to a real party.

My mom placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage in front of me. I stared at it, hoping that would somehow cause it to disapear. I wasn't hungry. I never was.

I looked up from my plate at my flawless- as some people would say- family. My little brother, Jacob, was perfectly behaved but he never seemed trapped like I did. "How has school been?" My dad asked in a montone voice.

Jacob answered back quickly, "Awesome! I got a 100 on my last quiz!"

"Excellent, Jacob. What about you, Ali?" My mother turned to me, her perfectly styled hair not moving an inch.

"Good, I guess," I responded. My mother rolled her eyes and looked back down at her breakfast.

I hated my parents. I know what you're thinking: I can't hate my parents cause they're my, well, parents. Trust me, it's possible. They wouldn't let me- to put it in simplest terms- have fun. It was all school and work. Then, I decided to test my theory. "May I go to a party, Mom and Dad?" I asked in the most polite voice I could.

"No," My dad replied, without hesitation. My mother just shook her head daintily.

"I have to go," I muttered, scooting my chair out from under me, charging towards the front door. I pulled it open with all the strength I could sum up and slammed it shut.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I walked down our front steps and onto the sidewalk, making my way towards the bus stop. "Ali!" I heard a voice shout from behind me.

I recognized it immediantly to which I found myself smiling. I turned around to greet him. Alex Constancio. My best friend since diapers. He was the only boy my parents allowed me to associate with. Little did they know, I had more than a couple guy friends. I thought Alex was perfect most of the time. He had it all- good looks, charm, talent, and most of all, a great family. "Aye, Constancio," I said, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"How you doing, sexy?" He winked. Alex had always been a flirt, which made our relationship even better. We flirted, but I never considered Alex as more than a friend.

"Not so good," I responded, knowing he'd be automatically interested on how he could help.

His eyes got bigger and darker and his facial features softened. "What happened?"

"Parents are being annoying," I responded casually.

"It's all good though cause you have me," He teased, putting his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. It was true. I'd always had Alex and I always would- or so I thought at the time.

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My school wasn't the classiest but my parents made it possible that I only associated with people they approved of.

I shoved my books in my locker and switched out new ones. I heard yells coming from behind me. I turned around and couldn't help myself from staring. Tucker Mica. Star football player, school heart throb. He was that kind of guy. I mean, how couldn't every girl in the school fall in love with those eyes? Of course, he'd never taken a second glance at me in my life.

I quickly ran my palms through my hair as he and his friends were about to walk by me. As they did, Tucker didn't just take a second glance- he stared at me. We kept our gaze locked on eachother before he became too far away and turned his attention back to his friends.

"Ali, you're drooling."

I looked to my left and saw Alex standing there with none other than, Robert Villanueva. I'd had a slight crush on Robert for awhile now. I looked down and blushed, purposly letting some of my hair fall into my face.

"You wanna hang out with Robert and I tonight?" Alex asked.

"Maybe," I responded, unsure my parents would let me go. They both nodded, and as they did, the bell sounded, alerting me that class was starting while piercing my ear drum at the same time. I walked away from them, jostling through a few people until I reached my Biology class.

I wandered through the room, making my way to my usual seat in the back. I watched as more students strolled in, taking their seats.

Once everyone was there, I blanked out. I sat there, staring at nothing inparticular, trying to just ostracize myself. To just stay aloof. I wanted to dispear. And there, at that moment, I realized what I just thought of doing. I immediantly tried to shake that thought out of my head, convincing myself I was perfectly happy.

"Ali Jones." I snapped out of my own thoughts as I heard the teacher announce my name. "And Austin Mahone," The teacher finished. I cringed at his name. I'd heard bad things about Austin Mahone. He spent his free time drinking and smoking whatever he could get his hands on, or at least that's what I'd heard. My eyes wandered across the room until they finally landed on Austin. At first, I'd always wandered why so many girls liked him, but then I realized, he was flawless. His nose curved in all the right places and his lips were chisled into an unmoving straight line.

"Now that you have your partners, your projects will be about the elements of the periodic table," The teacher blabbed on as I jotted the things needed for the project in my spiral.

When class ended, I tried to rush out of the room as fast as possible. Just as I was about to exit, someone grabbed my arm. His colonge was strong but delightful. I turned around Austin was standing there, the same emotionless expression plastered on his face.

"Yeah?" I asked, trying to pull away but he just tightened his grip.

"When and where are we doing this project?" He interrogated me, his voice momentarily hypnotizing me.

"Library after school," I informed him, shaking him away from forcefully and scurrying away.

I hurried to my next class with only one thing on my mind - Austin Mahone

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