Austin Mahone's California Love Story

Chapter 1: A New Day At School

Austin

The buzzing sound of my alarm goes off from the bedside table. Its six o'clock in the morning and it's my first day at a new school. Another reason to not want to wake up, but I manage to get myself up and into the shower. I shuffle through the few boxes I have stacked around my room searching for my clothes. We just got here in Los Angeles last night and I didn't have time to get my stuff out before going to bed. I go down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast.

 "Morning, dad, Sarah," I take a seat on the bar stool.

"Good morning, Austin." Brenda, our housekeeper says with a harsh Hispanic accent says. Brenda has been our housekeeper for about seven years. Dad needed more help with keeping the house clean. Now that we moved here she has more family to visit.

"Good morning, Brenda." She places a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.

"Austin, I want you to come straight home after school so you can organize that junk in the garage." Sarah, my stepmom, says.

The junk she's referring to is my spare parts I use to upgrade cars, "Alright, Sarah," I say what I can just to please her. Being married to a rich business man has changed her since getting married. She used to be sweet and polite, but over time she developed a snotty attitude towards others.

"Are you ready for a new day at school?" dad asks keeping his eyes in the newspaper.

"Yeah, dad I'm just as excited about going to school as you are about the stocks." Dad never missed a morning paper about the stocks of his company.

He checks his watch, "I better get going or else I'm going to be late for the first day of work." He puts on his coat, "You better get heading to school early to get your schedule."

Camila

I can't stand morning people. The ironic part is I have to wake up around the same time teachers do. The only thing keeping me awake in the morning is green tea. I tasted coffee when I was younger thinking it was chocolate milk, I hated it and I still do. Before leaving the house I brew coffee for my older brother, Carlos, and sometimes my mom, but she works almost the entire day.

I get to school five minutes before six. I head into the front office where Elizabeth, the secretary sits. She's a kind woman whose been here long before even Carlos was here as a freshman. She and I are usually the first ones here when the teachers get here around six o'clock.

"Hey Liz," I stand in front of the desk.

She looks up through her glasses, "Good morning Camila, how's Carlos these days?"

"Oh you know, he's himself," Carlos used to visit the office a lot and it wasn't voluntarily. "Are there any new scholarship offers today?"

"It's the same answer as yesterday, no," she smirks at me, "How many scholarship essays have you written?"

"About twelve," her eyes widen in shock. I shrug my shoulders, "What? I have to apply to anyplace I can get money from."

"Don't you have your volleyball scholarship?" she asks.

"Not yet, but sports scholarship are too competitive to just act like I'm going to get it." Playing volleyball is something I do to stay out of trouble, but it's not something I want to continue doing when I go to college. I also don't want my mom to overwork herself to pay off my college funds.

"By the way, a little heads up. You're going to have a new student in your Spanish class."

I nod my head, "Great, one more white boy's paper to grade for Mrs. Nunez."

"You never know he might be cute." She says with eyebrows arched.

"Yeah, I doubt I'll notice that." There was a point in my life where all I wanted was to find a guy and have a happily ever after with them, but I learned long ago, that truly only happens in the movies. In real life you have to worry about getting a career and paying your bills.

"Just saying, you're young and you work too hard. It's your senior year; you should have some fun before taking on the world."

I start walking towards the door, "I'm focusing on the real world right now." I can tell she was about to say something else but I rush my way to the double doors.