Challenge :A.C.M:

3.

I know the prologue happened in Austin's pov, but it's going to show up in Griffins.

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I walk into school, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, heart thumping wildly at the amount of people in the hallway. I woke up late this morning thanks to my mom who didn't wake me up because I pissed her off again. I skipped out on Richards two month into school check up on me and of course he called her, resulting in her flipping out on me and rescheduling another appointment for tomorrow afternoon.

Getting to my locker I unlock the door and swing it open, cursing at my history book that's on the top shelf. I roll my eyes wondering why the hell I put it up there and stand on my tip toes to reach it. My plan backfires as I hit the book, instead of grabbing it, making it fall backwards even farther into the top shelf.

"Here" Someone grabs the book from me, the someone is a he. I can tell by the deep voice and muscular arm the blocks my view from anything around the hallway.

"Thank you" I mumble quietly after I take the book from him, looking at the floor.

"No problem, I'm always up to help a pretty girl" He leans against the lockers. His face holds a defined smirk which I fight the urge to roll my eyes at, knowing he probably does this to every bitch in this school.

"Do you say that to all the girls you help?" I ask, my voice still at the same volume.

"Nope, just you" He shakes his head "What's your name?" He asks, but the bell rings.

Saved by the bell.

"I have to get to class" I mumble, walking off in the opposite direction.

I walk into my history class and sit down in the back, keeping my head down on the desk. I play with the loose thread on my ripped jeans, pulling too hard which resulted in the hole growing in size.

"Ah, Mr. Mahone, twice in a month. That's a record" My teacher sneers.

"Well, Tom, I didn't want you to go on vacation without being blessed with my presence" The kid chuckles, and I furrow my eyebrows wondering what he meant by vacation. My head still against my desk. The chair in front of me scrapes against the ground, the sound piercing through my ears making me grimace.

I finally sit up and lean against the back of my chair, looking in front of me to see the guy from this morning occupy the seat.

"Hey, got a pencil I can borrow?" He turns around.

"I don't even have one for myself" I shrug, and before he responds the girl next to him speaks up.

"I have one for you!" She giggles, shoving a sparkly pink pencil in his direction.

"No thanks, I think I can find one" He shakes his head, reaching into his bag, pulling out a pencil. I roll my eyes and open my notebook, pretending to be busy until the bell rings.

"You know, I never caught your name" The kid stops me by basically jumping in front of me.

"That's because I never threw it at you" I try to walk around him, but he follows my movements.

"I'm Austin"

"That's nice, but I don't remember asking" I shrug.

"Well, when one wants to get to know another, they tell the other, their name. Now it's your turn" He smirks and I roll my eyes.

"But no one said I wanted to know you. So, you're not getting my name. Later" I walk around him finally, getting out of the classroom and to my next one. The day drags on, to a point where I began to count my own yawns. I'm up to about 18 since second- 19, since second period.

"Wow, funny seeing you here" Austin chuckles, walking next to me as I enter the library.

"It's a library at a school we both attend, not very funny" I roll my eyes, dropping my books and sitting down at a computer logging on. Austin sits down beside me, angling his chair so he's facing me even leaning against the back of his seat.

"How'd you get a teacher log in?" He asks in surprise as Twitter pops up onto the monitor, which is a blocked website on the school Internet.

"It's not that difficult" I shrug.

"Are you ever going to tell me your name?" He asks and I shake my head "What if I guess it?"

"You never will" I log into Twitter "But knock yourself out," I scroll through my feed "And take that as literally as you want" I add, and he sarcastically laughs.

"You're hilarious" He crinkles his nose at me, which I admit is somewhat attractive "Heather?"

"No" I shake my head.

"Hannah?"

"Nope"

"Hmm, Jennifer?"

"If I said you'd never guess it, why are you choosing names at least 4 girls in this school have?" I log off my computer, standing up, throwing my bag over my shoulder and walking off "Just give up now" i walk out of the library and to my last period class, sitting in my usual seat. I listen to the teacher explain quadratics, finding it simple to understand, and even simpler to zone out of his lesson.

I snap back in when the final bell rings, picking up my stuff and walking out to my car "Hey! Hey!" Austin runs up behind me, grabbing my wrist. I quickly tear it from his grasp, clutching it closer to my chest, ignoring his strange stare on me as the tiny prickling feeling settles under my skin.

"I told you to give up, didn't I?" I grit, finding his persistence annoying. I mean, I just met this kid.

"I'll leave you alone when I know your name"

"I don't believe you. Now why don't you get back to your other jock friends. You'll be late to your concussion practice" I roll my eyes.

"Why don't you believe me?" He leans against my car. 

"Because, if I tell you my name you'll want to know more about me, and I don't need that" I shrug.

"Well, I already know you shrug a lot" He says, chuckling quietly when I shrug in response "What's so wrong with wanting to know a pretty girls name?"

"Oh, a pretty girls name huh? Well there's a group full of cheerleaders waiting to cheer you on at practice. Go find out their names" I unlock my car, reaching for the door handle, but he places his hand over mine, too tight for me to pull my hand away "Get off of me" I grit and he raises his hands in defense.

"Sorry" He sighs, looking behind me "I have to get to practice. But don't think I'm going to forget about knowing your name" He runs off, leaving me alone. I get into my car and turn it on, shaking out my hand to get rid of the odd, yet so sickly familiar feeling.