Okay, I wanted to do a JasonxEmily story, as well as a SpencerxToby story, but I didn't want to do two different ones, so here this is!


Chapter 1

Arriving at her dorm, Emily Fields threw in her boxes full of possessions. She exhaled in relief, since she was finally done with all the hassle of carrying. It did make her shiver a little to think about all the unpacking she had to do, and how she couldn't avoid it. Her phone started ringing. She looked at it. The caller ID was his girlfriend: Paige McCullers of Danby University. She smiled as she answered it.

***Phone Call***

"Hi beautiful, I just got into my dorm! Thanks for calling! What about you? How are things going?" Emily asked, her mind filling up with more questions to ask about her girlfriend's new experience in Danby University. She couldn't stop smiling at the thought of a college experience. It wasn't high school anymore. It was college.

"Oh, I arrived at Danby a few hours ago," Paige McCullers answered, with a soft sigh. "Met my new roommate, and she's a bitch. Em... I wish it were you, here with me. I wish I could kiss your lips and swim with you again. Danby and Stanford are too far apart! I need to see you in person."

"I don't like thinking about the differences," Emily said sadly. "Don't worry, Paige, I'll visit whenever I can! We can talk all the time. Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Paige chuckled through the line and said, "I can't argue with that. I should get going now. Call me back soon. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Paige," Emily said, and ended the call with a sigh of happiness. She missed her girlfriend, but she didn't want to let that stop her from having a good first day on campus.

***Off***

As Emily settled down on her bed, there was a rustling at the door. She knew it was her new roommate. She fixed her hair and had a smile on her face. But her roommate wasn't focused on her when she walked in, she was focused on some guy. Her lips were kissing his lips. Emily wondered how people like her even got into Stanford! Emily herself had to work her ass off in swimming to get the scholarship.

"Caleb, go away!" the girl shouted and pulled back. "I have to go now, thanks for walking me in. Bye, you oaf."

The guy—Caleb—grinned at the girl as he walked out of the room. He quickly shoved his head back in the doorway to steal another kiss from his obvious girlfriend. She giggled into it. After a few seconds, she shoved him out and shut the door. The girl finally turned her attention to her nervous roommate!

"Hi, I'm Emily Fields," she introduced with a small smile.

"Sorry about the delay," the girl said. "I'm Hanna Marin. I think you're cool. You seem like a cool girl. We can be friends, for sure. As long as you're not a bitch. Then, we can't be friends. Not at all. But, you don't seem like one, so let's be friends. That was my boyfriend Caleb, by the way."

Emily smiled a little. She was definitely the outgoing type. She wondered if Hanna's outgoing charisma was the attribute that got her into Stanford.

***Later***

Emily was checking out some of the courses she was taking. Before she could walk into the classroom, she bumped into a pair of muscular shoulders. She looked up, and it was a tall blond male with deep green eyes. She shivered just by looking at his eyes. There was so much tension!

"Sorry," she said in a small voice.

"It's okay," he said in a sexy, low voice.

Why was she so intrigued by him? He shot her a smile with his pearly white teeth. It was a small smile, but still flattering. She nervously scurried into the building. The guy turned back to his brunette friend. Even if Emily did like him, the brunette was probably his girlfriend! And what would a guy want with a complete stranger? It didn't matter. She smiled to herself. She had Paige McCullers, the god damn best girlfriend on the planet.

After an introductory class, the guy noticed that Emily was rushing right past him. He knew he probably seemed like some tall and scary guy, but he grabbed her arm anyways. He was concerned for her, even though he didn't know her. It was just weird.

"In a rush?" he suddenly asked, which scared her.

"No, I just, I—" she began, but didn't know what to say. "I just felt weird because I bumped into you."

"I'm not as scary as I seem," he grinned slightly.

"I find that hard to believe, you're just so... buff looking and..." she quietly said.

He chuckled when she called him buff.

"Well, I'm sorry for scaring you," he said with a soft smile. "I'm Jason."

"I'm Emily," she said, getting a little more confident.

"I'll see you around," Jason said, and stepped out of the classroom.

***Later***

Emily was heading back to her dorm. She wondered if her roommate Hanna was there, or kissing her boyfriend Caleb. She sighed as she started walking towards the dorm hallway. By the entrance, she saw the brunette that the guy Jason was talking to earlier, at that time where Emily had bumped into him. But the girl was with some blue eyed guy. Emily couldn't help but want to listen to their conversation. She went super slow.

The guy was leaning against the outside of the building. He was oddly close to the brunette. Emily just studied them for a moment. He had a smirk on his face, and his feet were pointed towards the brunette girl. He had a naturally seductive looking face.

"Bet you can't French kiss," he said, still smirking.

"I can," she smiled. "I dated this French kisser in high school. It's the only way he ever kissed me. I learned from the best."

"Let's see it, then," he said, and pulled her in.

Emily didn't even know why she was still watching. They began to French kiss—their tongues touching each other's lips roughly. It was such a seductive looking kiss. But Emily felt a little paranoid. She thought the brunette was dating that Jason guy!

"Stop!" she yelled, causing the two to break up.

"Huh?" the brunette asked, turning her head to face Emily.

"Why are you kissing him when you're dating Jason?" Emily suddenly asked.

"Dating Jason?" the girl's eyes widened. "DiLaurentis?" She suddenly erupted into laughter, "He's my half brother, hell no! I'm not dating him. Who told you that?"

"I'm sorry, I just saw you two and thought—" Emily began, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "So you're dating this guy?"

"This guy is Toby, and no, we're not dating," he said with a smile.

"Wait, then what was with the kissing?" Emily asked, confused.

"We're friends," she told her. "Very close friends, too."

"I can see how close you guys are..." Emily bit her lip.

The brunette chuckled and stuck out a hand, "I'm Spencer."

"Emily," she said.