Beneath those eyes
Chapter 1
"Hey there, I'm Alison. You're Emily, right?" I heard a voice to my right. I turned around and my heart skipped a beat. There was a blondie beauty, talking to me. "Y-yeah, hi, n-nice, pleasure to meet you." She had a spell casted on me and it was almost immediate. All I didn't expect was that the spell would take such a toll on me, let alone for the next ten years.
-10 years later-
"Do you remember the day we met?" I turned around and look at my girlfriend. "Yeah, as if it happened just yesterday. Why?"
"I just had a thought back to the day. It was at your locker and I approached you right after our homeroom. You were the first person I saw in that room and I knew I had to make friends with you." I smiled at the memory, but only to have it turn into a flicker of insecurity. "Ali, babe, you chose me. You chose all of us and we were your minions, what are you trying to say?"
Her expression turned sour, but for a split second and that was it. "I'm trying to say, if you do actually remember that day that we met, you would remember that you were a stuttering mess." I nodded my head at the memory, still being skeptical. "It was as if you had a spell over me, what exactly are you trying to say?" I was getting irritated and it was showing, but I tried to hold it in. Alison and I have been dating for a few months, after I was in love with her for 10 literal years. She skipped town and a lot had happened, ranging from lying to our parents to almost getting arrested and/or killed. We've been through that though, and now we're expecting a baby on the way. Alison has had her shady moments whereas we all didn't believe her, but I truly believe that this time, she's changed for the better.
"I'm trying to say that you had a spell over me since then, too. I've always told myself to take the spotlight, to be the queen, to make sure everyone felt like they were not worth my time to be nice to them, but every queen had to have her minions, Em. We've beem through this before, and I'm a changed person. I just wanted you to know that you've had a spell over me, and you always had."
I took a moment to take all of what she was saying in, watching as her eyes flick around, watching for a reaction on my unreadable face expression. I broke into a smile and brought her into a kiss. "You still have that spell on me, Ali. I love you until death does us apart."
She paused for a moment, contemplating what to say before making a 'light-headed' joke. "You loved me even after death did us apart, Em. Thank you for that, and I love you, too."
Alison and I got on with our day after we were done with breakfast and that heavy conversation that followed. I walked into Ali's class and went straight to the one and only, Addison. "There were no records of you leaving early for a family emergency yesterday, Addison. You're off the line up for this Friday's meet. This is the second time this has happened, and if it does again, you're off the team." I looked at her sternly. She needed someone to deal with her properly. "I'm sure Rosewood High would love to lose another one of they're best swimmers. I mean, you were the first and I'd love to follow into your footsteps, except for the lesbo part."
"Excuse me?" I heard Alison say out just as I did. "Addison, to the principal's office, now." Alison's voice rang out sternly in the classroom. "Whatever," she got up, pushed past the both of us and walked out. "Someone has to know how to deal with her, someone other than Jenna and the cops. Her parents paying for what she did won't be enough. She's spoilt and her parents are loaded with money. It doesn't mean anything to them. I think I'm going to talk to Hackett about this." I looked over to Alison for her approval, getting a nod in return.
"All right, ladies. Let's call it a day, but I want you all here tomorrow, same time and swimming even harder than today. Go home and rest, you'll need it before the meets start." I ended practice by taking the girls' attendance as they walked into the locker rooms and headed back into the office, trying my best to avoid another accusation of staring at minors' changing. Right as I sat down, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I reached to get it, only to roll my eyes when I remembered that these fucking pair of jeans won't even let me cross my legs seated down. By the time I got up to get my phone, the call has already ended. "What?" I stared at my phone in confusion. 'Caller ID: Paige McCullers'.