From the corner of my eye I spot the little shit that tore us apart. With Samantha, I mean how am I not going to look at you when your eyes are burning into mine. I want to walk up to him and hurt him mentally,verbally maybe even physically. My attention is suppose to be on Austin but I can't help but stare at Anthony and that dumbass ginger. I feel like she sort of started all of this.
Austin turned us around so he was looking at Anthony now, god dammit!
I felt like he was now staring down Anthony with those dark green orbs he posses. Immediately he held me closer too him, almost suffocating I try to cal him down.
"Austin...." I cooed "He doesn't matter anymore...look at me-"
"Yes he does, I just.... I don't like how he's staring at you"
"Nay Nay he's staring at us" Austin laughed.
"You always manage to make me smile" He spoke softly,our foreheads connected as we slow danced.
"Well what am I supposed to do when you get so angry?" I looked up at him
"I don't know kiss me.... possibly....?" He suggested puckering up already.
"Later" I smirk. I guess I should start messing with him.
Justin Bieber's song finally ended, Austin and I walked to a table. His friends were already here.... I hope he doesn't leave me here with them.
"I'm gonna get us some punch" He announced. Great. That's perfect.
"So your the Emma he's been crazy about" The blonde one spoke, I think his name is Zack. " I swear I've never seen this kid so happy before, really you must be like his light or some shit!"
"Yeah, I think your like the best girl before the first brunette one really." Alex chuckled.
"I swear if he wasn't dating you I would've asked you out!" Robert raised his voice due to the music.
"Ha! Okay but just keep in mind I don't know you" I confessed
"You didn't know Austin" Zach added.
"Yeah but I kinda did, because well keep this on the DL but I was like a stalker."
"That makes the two of you" Zach laughed
"Oh shit....." Alex stood up. I looked behind me too see Austin on top of Anthony.
I rushed over to the outraged Austin,and defenseless Anthony.
"STOP!" I yelled. I pulled Austin back by his waist. On the other hand Anthony cringed. Great everyone's looking at us, I grabbed Austin's arm and dragged him into the hallway. I can't believe he would do this, I've got to get away from this door.
I walked down the hall still tugging him all the way to the girls bathroom.
"Can you explain this?!" My arms crossed looking him dead in the eye.
"I didn't start it okay..... Let me explain" he huffed
Austin's P.O.V.
As I walked to the punch bowl I kept my eyes on the girlfriend kisser. Okay yes that sounds stupid, but he deserves a stupid name because he is stupid. I grab the ladle and pour punch into two cups so far, so good. I turn around and head back to the table trying my best to ignore this scumbag and his annoying ginger friend.
That is before he bumped me..
Some punch spilled on the floor and my shoe. Of course I want to say something back and beat his face but that's not the smartest thing to do is it? I'm always calm but when it came to this kid I don't know what comes over me.... Then again ever since I've been with Emma I've been a better person, just not when he's around.
"Oh no comeback Mahone?" He turned back to me. Now he wants to start something? Is he trying to make me look bad? " You should stay quiet when you watch me kiss Emma again." okay way too fucking far....
"What the hell did you just say?" I had already dropped the cups of punch. All eyes on us too.
"Did I stutter?"
"I wish you did that way I wouldn't have to beat your face" I spat.
"Do it" he pressured
Before I knew it I was already on top of beating his already bloody face. Football came in handy. After a few punches I feel Emma's little arms pull me off of Anthony.....
If she wasn't here I would've been expelled probably.
(A/N Ju guys ily we're about to hit 400 thanks I'm really sorry about these short chaps... I've got hmwrk and shit... Goodnight :*)
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"Me Too"~ Austin Mahone Fanfiction
FanfictionYou can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on...