Too Far, Too Fast (Austin Mahone fanfiction)

Glad You Came

Sorry it took so long... you may kill me now...

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I stare at her in awe. "You can't be serious," I scoff. She frowns, but quickly recovers. "You see. You're the only one who doesn't see it," she pats m head. " See what?" I ask. She laughs. "You don't see the way he looks at you, smiles at you, and you never seem to notice that he hangs out with you so much." She says simply. She then stands up. "Now, hurry up! Lockers are closing. You're the last one," she tells me as she grabs her backpack and walks out, barefoot. Tears fall out my eyes again. She can't be telling the truth can she. I mean, the pompous, rich, jerk of a popstar likes the female sports stud. Nah, it just doesn't make sense. I wipe my tears and continue changing. I put on the clothes I was wearing earlier. I'll take a shower at home. I slip my shorts and batman tank on. I decide to just stay in sandals, tie my hair back and leave. I limp outside after closing the lockers up. It's dark out and the only light is from the street and moon. I check to see if Austin is still here but I don't see him. Did he seriously leave me here? Injured? I groan, quietly, and limp out of the school parking lot. After about a mile of limping my ankle starts to hurt. I decide to sit down at the next stop. I pull out my phone from my bag. I'm on the verge of tears again, but because of my ankle. I dial Bryce and wait for him to answer.

"What, Lesley? I already told you, Austin is-"

"Yeah, I know. Austin is supposed to drive me. But tell me this, where is the pompous, rich, jerk of a popstar?" I croak. My ankle is pounding in my veins as of it has its own heart. "What do you mean? Where's Austin? Why are you crying?" He asks, worried. "I'm stranded, Bryce. I'm one mile away from school, at a stop sign. Austin wasn't in the parking lot, and now my ankle has its own heartbeat. And it's killing me," I scold, sobbing. "Have you called him?"

"No," I say. "Let me call him," he says. I start to say something but a familiar range rover pulls up. "Speaking of PRJ..." I trail off. "What?" He asks. "He just pulled up," I whisper.The window rolls down, and I see the popstar himself. "Did you miss me?" He smirks. I glare at him. He gets off and grabs my bags, placing them in the backseat. "And what does 'PRJ' stand for?" Asks Bryce. I hang up without answering. I stand up but feel a steering pain in my ankle. I bite my lip to stop from shouting.

"Wait, wait! I'll help you, don't move!" Says Austin. He reaches to grab my arm but I jerk away. "Don't touch me!" I scold. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. The hair. "Why do you always have to be so difficult?" He mumbles before scooping me up. I shriek as he chuckles at my reaction. He looks straight at me as he rounds his car to the passenger's side. "Why were crying?" He asks, concerned. I scoff. "Because a certain PRJ left me stranded in the middle of the night at a school parking lot with an injured ankle!" I remark. He chuckles and sets me down on the seat. "What does that stand for?" He asks, referring to the nick name I just gave him. I laugh. He grabs the seatbelt, and reaches over, buckling me. I realize how close we are and gulp. He looks at me. Crap, he's really close. I stare into his beautiful eyes. Then I clear my throat, breaking from our gaze. "It means pompous, rich, jerk of a popstar," I state. He laughs, and closes the door. I let out a deep breath, that I didn't realize I'd been holding. "That was close", I mumble. He climbs in and starts the car. We pull away and he turns up the radio. 'Clarity' starts to blast through the speakers.

I start singing lowly, and then look at Austin. All of a sudden we both start singing, belting out the lyrics. We sound horrible but we don't care. Once the song finishes he turns it down. Silence speaks in the background. After a few minutes, we pull into aunt Bobi's driveway. He turns off the car. We sit there staring at the garage door.