EMILY'S POV

My eyes shot open as the sound of my alarm pierced through my ears at a rapid pace. I lazily threw one hand onto my bedside nightstand fumbling around and knocking small stuff over in search for the infamous "off" button on my alarm clock. Just my luck, on the day I get to sleep in I forget to turn off my alarm. My teacher had a stroke and cancelled class for the next 2 weeks, so no morning class for me. I slowly pushed my eyes open to see the familiar setting of my dorm here at UCLA. They're a nice size but the fact that 2 beds are in one room takes up quite a bit space. My roommate/somewhat-ex girlfriend, Samara, was already gone to her morning class. Samara and I have an interesting past. We first dated briefly my junior year of high school and we broke up, thanks to –A. And then, after she left and my heart was broken…Samara and I later reconnected, but we were just friends. That's all I could give her at the time, she took my heart when she left me. I keep referring to her as she because her name…that name…can just flood in so many memories that I've tried so hard to get rid of since the day she left senior year. Alison DiLaurentis. My personal black hole. My kryptonite. And most of all, my heartbreaker. Anyways, once Samara and I finally made it official I felt like maybe I can move on, maybe I could be happy again. I was wrong. Every time Samara's lips connected with mine and my eyes closed all I saw was Ali. Samara and I haven't had sex because I would feel terrible if I did that while I was thinking about Alison. Samara just thought I was virtuous, that I wanted to wait until marriage, which was total bullshit. When Alison and I dated there wasn't a time where my hands weren't sliding up her dress. Just the thought of those memories that I had with Alison made my heart swell. I just don't understand where everything went wrong. –A was finally gone, it was our senior year….yet Ali was still depressed; she was still overly paranoid and distant. I tried so hard to distract her and bring her back to life, but I couldn't. We started dating senior year and I gave her all of me, in every way, but she was still broken inside. The last moment I had with her…..she unexpectedly came over my house while I was studying for my calculus test; she said she was saying goodbye. I didn't understand at first, but slowly I started to realize what was happening; she was leaving, again. And this time, I really couldn't stop her, because even her dad was on board. Before the 1st semester of senior year was even over, Ali moved back to Georgia with her grandmother. I insisted on a long distance relationship, but what I got was much worse. I lost her – completely. She cut off all communication with me and the girls. Hanna, Spencer, and Aria all eventually moved past it. They were tired of chasing after Ali, but not me. I tried and tried and tried for the rest of the year and not once did she ever reply. It ruined me. I was a mess for what seemed like forever and I needed to get out of Rosewood, hell Pennsylvania, the other girls settled for semi-close schools. Aria and Hanna jetted off to NYU and Spencer took over the top class at UPenn. But me, I needed to go. So I packed up my life and moved to California to attend UCLA. Although I still couldn't swim because of the incident with –A, UCLA was impressed with my grades considering I was a varsity athlete and team manager for the Sharks while maintaining a 4.0 GPA, so they gave me a scholarship and I took it. That's when I reconnected with Samara, she was eager to leave Rosewood as well. And well, our relationship was blossoming but I just couldn't find myself to fully give her my all. So I told her maybe we should just take a break and remain close, so that's what we're doing, but it kind of feels like we're still dating, I know she really cares for me.

I tossed and turned around in my bed trying to find a comfortable position but I just couldn't…it reminded me of a time where I used to be like this and only Ali knew exactly how to make it stop…

FLASHBACK

I tossed and turned in bed trying to find a comfortable position to settle in. After the 4th turn Ali's last bit of understanding flew away. "Em, stop freaking moving I can't sleep!" Ali groaned. "I can't get comfortable" I said as I squirmed into a new position. I felt Ali's semi-cold hands begin to straddle my waist and Ali slid on top of me, making me lay fully on my back. My heart begin pounding as I could feel Ali's arousal build up on my midsection because the only thing keeping her…"promise land" from being completely exposed onto my stomach was a lacey pair of Victoria Secret underwear that had a lovely bra to match. Ali lowered her lips to my ear and whispered in a husky voice, "babe, if you don't stop moving I'm going fuck you until you're not able to lift a finger." And she slowly began to place soft kisses on my earlobe and down my jawline. I took a huge gulp and bit my lip as I unsuccessfully tried to suppress my moans because I wasn't sure if Ali's dad was home or not. I felt Ali's hands slide under my tank top, pushing it up and trace over my abs up to my breast and she cupped and squeezed them, making me let out a moan that she drowned out by kissing me and sliding her tongue into my mouth. I could now feel Ali's wetness soak through her underwear and onto my bare stomach making me moan even more. I let my hands explore up and down her body, finally to her ass and giving it a squeeze making it her turn to moan. Without any warning Ali released my breast and slid her hands down into my underwear, plunging 2 fingers into me making my back arch and my head slam back onto the pillow. She plunged in and out of me going deeper and faster with each pump while she attempted to drown out my load moans with kisses. Ali knew exactly all the places to hit and curl as her fingers were deep inside of me. I felt myself lose control of all my thoughts as my body pushed down onto her fingers in rhythm with her. As I inched closer to my finish I started moaning her name louder and louder until I felt my legs began to weaken and I released my orgasms all over Ali's fingers and she slowly pumped in and out of me, letting me ride out my orgasm. When I finally came down from my high I felt Ali slide her hand out of my underwear and lick her fingers "mmm" she moaned, "You taste good Em." She said while kissing me once more. My eyes dragged slowly and everything felt hazy, when she pulled away from the kiss I saw a smirk appear on her face as she planted a soft kiss on my cheek and laid her head on my chest. "Night Em" I heard her say along with a sigh of contempt as I drifted off into a deep sleep, not moving an inch.

End of Flashback -

I shook the memory away and decided it was best if I got up and to go get coffee. Lying around is doing me no good and I need some fresh air anyways. I rose out of bed and headed to the medium sized bathroom that was filled with hair care products and girly soaps, Samara had a thing for body wash. I brushed my teeth and headed to my closet to pick out a white V-neck and a flannel with a light pair of shorts to compliment the beautiful weather outside. As I headed out the door and down to the campus Starbucks I couldn't help but have a weird twinge in my gut, I just felt a bolt of nerves form and I didn't know why. I entered the coffee shop and glanced around the place. It was a nice coffee shop that just had a cozy but open feeling to it. I stepped up to the register to order my drink and as I opened my mouth to order I heard someone say behind me "light Americano, extra espresso." And in that very moment my heart dropped to the floor and my ability to breathe halted. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. I'd never forget it. I turned around to see my 5'4, blonde hair pink plush lipped heartbreaker, whose big blue eyes screamed fear, nervousness, love, sympathy, and most of all – remorse.