Don't tell.

Emily's sat there stunned and confused, with a whole slew of other feelings coursing through her. Robotically, she started her car and pulled out of the school parking lot, staring blankly through the windshield as she tried to cease all thought pertaining to what had just happened until she was back home and in her room.

As she opened the front door her mother called from the living room.

"Emily? What took you so long?"

"Oh..just got caught up with Coach"

Emily closed her eyes briefly and inhaled. She'd talk with her mother first, and then start working on this whole Paige debacle. She stepped into the living room and gave a small smile to her mom who was sitting on the couch. The older Fields woman patted the cushion beside her, motioning for Emily to take a seat. As Emily sat down there was a moment of silence, neither of the two quite knowing what to say or how to say it.

"I am trying you know" said Mrs. Fields suddenly.

"I know mom, and I really hope you know what that means to me"

"Right...well, the dishwasher isn't going to unload itself"

With that Mrs. Fields got off and began making her way to the kitchen.

"Mom wait"

Just as her mother turned around Emily pulled her into a hug. The pair weren't the best at talking or listening to one another, but the embrace said all that needed to be said.

Emily hit the back of her head against her headboard, eliciting a thud as she hit the rails. She had put this off long enough. She had showered, brushed her hair several times, brushed her teeth and took her sweet time finding her favourite grey pyjama shorts and a slightly oversized shirt to wear to bed.

As she closed her eyes, the few minutes in her car flashed behind her eyes, with a great focus on the surprise kiss Paige had given her.

"But she's straight" she mumbled, tilting her head back into the headboard once more.

Ali was "straight" too said the small voice in the back of her head.

Emily wasn't sure what the kiss was meant to convey. Was it Paige's way of telling her she was gay? Did it mean she had actual feelings for her? While Paige had been a royal bitch once Emily had returned, Emily could see how having a father like that could make losing her slot in the relay that much worse. But whether or not Paige had feelings for her didn't change the fact that somewhere, at some godforsaken camp, there was Maya. Her girlfriend. The one that had helped her finally accept who she was. The one that had given her a second chance after she hurt her at homecoming.

She was also the one who didn't sound entirely thrilled to hear your voice when you called

As soon as Maya had left Spencer's house the night before she was sent away, Emily missed her. By the time Caleb gave her the new and improved phone, she practically craved the other girl like a drug, so the reaction she received from her surprise phone call was less than she was hoping for. But it was probably because she was miserable out in the woods. Or at least that's what Emily was hoping.

"Stupid Paige" she mumbled.

If she hadn't ambushed her in her car and kissed her, Emily wouldn't be over thinking everything. Emily was irritated that in one moment, Paige had messed up what the kinda-almost balanced schema of her life...well aside from that psycho A. Even her mom seemed to be coming around, something that made it a little more difficult to be mad at the woman for having Maya shipped off to camp with the grizzlies.

Emily sat up straight, with a hint of the infamous Fields determination etched on her face. She wasn't going to let this girl do that to her. The girl who had tried to make her life on the swim team a living hell as soon as the threat of competition arose wasn't going to throw her off that easily. It would take a lot more to shake Emily Fields. It would take more than a girl with a confident exterior, an emerging gentle side, brown eyes...

"Damn it"