So most of the story is going to be in Alison's POV

Flashbacks are going to be in Italic.

When POV changes I'll say in the beginning of the chapter

I always found great pleasure in making others feel so small and insecure about themselves. Watching the way they would cower in fear whenever we crossed paths; seeing there eyes go wide while spewing out incoherent sentences before running away like there life depended on it, which it did. Being adored by ever boy who looked my way, and being the envy of all girls who wanted to be either just like me, or my friend.

I had my friends wrapped around my finger following my every move doing whatever I said. If I were to tell them jump then they would reply how high.

But nothing brought me more pleasure than having my best friend, whom is a female, being in love with me. She would follow me to the end of the world and back. If I could ever count on someone to have my back and to always be there for me whenever I call, it would be her. She's like a lost puppy waiting for her owner, which is me, to come find her and take her home.

I've known for awhile now that she's been in love with me, probably before she even herself admitted that she had feelings for her friend that where more than platonic, she would look at me longer than she should, blushing whenever she caught a glimpse of my skin whenever we would change in the presence of each other, the way she fumbled over her words when I moved a little bit to close to her, but mostly always being so jumpy around me.

So I would say to her subtly insults about her sexuality mocking that I knew her secret so our other best friends wouldn't know what I meant, yeah I know such a good friend I am, knowing that she wouldn't say anything, or do anything, to stand up for herself.

Even though she has a boyfriend she wishes it were me instead. She's basically dating him to deny the fact that she is gay.

I didn't realize how much I loved having her full attention on me until I found out someone had her eyes on her.

Normally I would just brush it off when someone would look her way but not this time not when this person this girl who not only could get her but was my worst enemy. So I had to eliminate her by threating to expose her little secret that she likes to play for the same team to her father who happens to be a pastor.

Oh the irony of that.

So she backed off. I didn't realize then how jealous and protective I was of her until her eyes would wonder off to someone else.

With this type of behavior one would think I'm in love with her as well but I'm not at least that's what I told myself.

Not until she kissed me in the library that I realized that I actually might be in love with her but of course I denied it when she kissed my shoulder in the locker room, while I was purposely exposing my chest to her making her have hungry eyes, saying it was just practice for the real thing. Of course that was a lie. I just didn't want to admit having feelings for her.

Always denying my feelings for her.

Before the kiss in the library our group of friends and I were up at the kissing rock where I told them the story about how you have to kiss whoever they took there so I asked her who she wanted to bring egging her on she didn't answer but I knew. So later on I took her to the rock with a can of spray paint tagging our initial's on it so everyone will know that's our spot; as I finished with my master piece I looked into her eyes her big chocolate brown eyes, getting lost in them me, wishing we could just run off together to Paris like I promised her while studying for french class. Without noticing we both we're leaning in only to be interrupted by a giggling girl pulling along her boy toy. Disappointment was evident on both our faces as we walked back to camp far away from acknowledging what just happened or my feelings for her.

Although I would never get the chance to even explore that possibility because a week later I disappeared from Rosewood. To never return to this town, never return to my family, friends, and more importantly her. To never return to Emily Fields; the love of my life, my everything, my very soul. I wish I would've realized it sooner and not deny the feelings that were blooming between us. But now it's too late. I created this mess I made for myself. I knew it would eventually catch up to me with all the lying, pretending, it all came back and bit me in my ass.

So I left and I don't ever plan on returning back. Not now. Not ever.