Summary: 10 years later, Spencer Hastings is now living in Louisiana still trying to recover from her past. But how can she do that when her future is smacking her right across the face, literally.
TEN YEARS BEFORE.
"Spencer!" Emily yelled. "Please don't take her away, please." She pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "It was my fault. She had nothing to do with this."
Spencer remained straight faced, absolutely not caring that she had a pair of handcuffs squeezed tightly around her wrists. Not caring that she her head had been forcefully pushed in the cop car. Not caring that her three best friends, Hanna, Aria, and Emily were bawling their eyes out right now.
"Spencer!" Emily yelled once more. "Spencer, I'm so sorry." She sobbed. "I love you so much."
Spencer's heart stung, but she still kept that same unemotionally look plastered onto her face. She couldn't break down now, not in front of Emily, the girl who was supposed to be her friend. Her best friend.
"I'll call Mr. and Mrs. Hastings and they'll know what to do." Emily promised. "Please forgive me, Spence. I love you, please. Please forgive me."
Spencer had finally turned her head towards Emily, now staring at her sad brown eyes with a look of pure determination, anger, and disgust. Spencer didn't know what came over her, but she managed to let the words spill from her mouth, "Go to hell." Loud enough for Emily to hear.
Emily's eyes flooded with tears once more. "You don't mean that. You're.." She paused, taking deep breaths. "You're just really mad right now and I understand-"
"Ma'am, back away from the car." One of the cops, demanded nonchalantly. "Now." He added more focefully.
Emily obeyed the officer's orders and took a small step back. Hanna grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her back a little farther, Aria not too far behind the blonde. "We don't need you leaving in a cop car too, this one is already hard to watch." She whispered.
The well built brunette ignored Hanna's words. "Spencer!" She yelled one last time before the cop car sped off into the streets of Rosewood, Pennsylvania. Aria wrapped her arms tightly around Emily waist and allowed her tears to fall also.
Aria Montgomery knew that this was the last time she was ever going to see her best friend, she knew Veronica and Peter couldn't get Spencer out of this one. But she couldn't say that around Emily nor Hanna. They wouldn't be able to handle it. "Everything will be okay, she'll be home in no time." Lies. All lies. Everything was not going to be alright and Spencer was not going to be home in no time.
Hanna's tears slowly fell as she joined her friends' hug. The blonde felt like, out of her three besties, Spencer was the one whom understood her the most. Hanna couldn't believe Emily let this happen. How could she be so irresponsible and uncontrollable. She knew she had done a few bad things in her life(like stole merchandise from the mall, stole money from her father, and she had pretty much stolen everything she owns.), but Emily had taken the cake.
TEN YEARS LATER.
PRESENT DAY.
NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
Spencer Hastings breathed in a shaky breath as she walked into the door of her brand new job as a journalist. Today was basically training, but tomorrow, she knew she was going to get to the real business. If she made it past the first day.
"Spencer," Her friend, Dillon called from his miniature office that was only big enough for himself. "I see you got the job." He stood from his chair and stretched out his arms for the petite brunette.
Smiling widely, Spencer gladly accepted her friend's hug. "Of course, I mean you did recommend this for me, right?"
"I recommended taking up a career in journalism, not actually stealing my job." He laughed.
"Oh what?" She smirked slightly, her heart lifting. "You feel like I'm going to take your spot as top dog?"
"I'm not top dog, by the way." He pointed to something behind Spencer and rolled his masculine eyes, "She is."
The brunette turned her head swiftly and locked her eyes on a blonde with beautiful facial features: glossy, white teeth, perfectly trimmed blonde locks that swayed freely over her shoulders onto her back, and nice legs that were toned enough for Spencer.
"Are you checking her out?" Dillon asked, interrupting Spencer's exploration of the unknown blonde's body. "Oh my god, you were."
"Hey, she's cute okay." Spencer rolled her eyes. "What's her name?"
"Alison DiLaurentis," Her mimicked in a perky, girl voice which made Spencer shake her head in amusement. "Don't shake your head at me, she's horrid."
"Is it because she's a better journalist than you?" Spencer challenged the blue eyed, six feet tall, journalist.
He only scoffed and sat back down in his seat. "No, it's because she only gets recognized because of her winning complexion. I've read some of her works and god, my little niece, who's only eight by the way, could write better than her."
"Hey, leave her alone." Spencer replied playfully, biting her lip. "She might be my new girlfriend some day."
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"I always need someone to help me pick out your birthday gift." She laughed.
"My birthday is like, six months away." Dillon added. "Do you really think you could keep a girlfriend that long?"
"I like to shop early," Spencer mumbled under her breath, her eyes now locking on the astonishing blonde again. "Really early."
"Okay, you're gross." Dillon laughed, shooing Spencer away. "Talk to your crush later, don't you have something you should be doing?"
"Getting her number?"
"Nice try." He replied sarcastically, "But no. You have to find your trainer so he or she could take you a tour around the campus. Don't you have the paper?"
"Oh yeah," Spencer reached into her bag that was hanging from her shoulder and pulled out her work schedule for today. With a satisfied smirk, she said, "Looks like I'm hanging with DiLaurentis today."
"Good luck." Dillon groaned, turning back to continue typing on his computer.
The lanky brunette ignored her friend's comment and strolled over to Alison's desk. When she finally made it to her desk, she took a deep breath and smiled brightly. "Hi."
Alison's head popped up quickly and a huge smile spread across her beautiful face. "Hello, I'm Alison. You must be Hastings?" She stood from her seat and stretched out her hand.
Spencer flipped her hair over one of her shoulders and smirked cockily. "How'd you know?"
"Oh, it was on this paper." She smiled, holding the same paper Spencer pulled put of her bag. Alison took a deep breath and continued, "So, uh, I guess we shall begin then."
Spencer only nodded and gestured for Alison to lead the way, "Just follow me and we'll be done in no time. After this tour, you'll get the seat or shall I say, desk you are assigned to. On this job, we are always professional. There will be no fraternizing with the boss nor your fellow coworkers." Alison spoke, professionally still walking around the place, Spencer following admiringly from behind.
"Damn." Spencer thought to herself.
"Even though I know you won't be able to keep your hands off some of these hot guys," Alison started, stopping to catch a look at Spencer. "Just please don't do it on the job or in the bathroom. They'll blame everything you do on me and I swear-"
"You really don't have to worry about me and guys. I don't drive in that lane."
Alison's eyebrows raised, completely shocked by Spencer's words. "You mean.." She smiled. "You're a lesbian." She stated as a matter of factly. Spencer nodded and a small smirk creeper onto Alison's face. "Good. I don't need anyone making me look bad."
"Trust me. I don't make anyone look bad." Spencer rolled her eyes playfully. "Ask my ex." She muttered. "But anyway, go along with your tour."
Alison did an about face and began walking again. "So here," She pointed to the group of people standing by a huge television screen. "Are the news reporters that do the latest news sections in the newspaper."
ONE HOUR LATER.
"And here," Alison breathed out. "Marks the end of your tour which is your now occupied desk or whatever their called. Enjoy Hastings."
"Thanks," I smiled brightly. "And to say you're the expert around here, you don't know what this is?" She asked, gesturing towards the desk as Alison calls it. "Newsflash, it's a small office."
"Whatever, thanks smartness. See you around." Alison turned on her heel and made her way back to her office.
Spencer sat down in her new office and smiled to herself. Even though the miniature place smelled like mildew, it smelled like success to Spencer. Her dream had always been to be a writer, but she had pictured herself writing her own novel. Maybe something about betrayal and angst. The two things she had been feeling for ten years.
There's not a day that goes by that the brunette doesn't think about that day that her ex best friend had betrayed her. That she doesn't think about how her other two best friends had sat there and watched Spencer get taken away in a police car and didnt shed a tear nor had no kind of expression on their faces. Just thinking of that day makes Spencer's heart crumple. Thanks to the actions of Emily Fields, Spencer's parents haven't spoken to her in years. Thanks to Emily's actions, Spencer had lost her life. And thanks to the actions of Emily Fields, Spencer had never stepped a foot back into Rosewood. Nor Pennsylvania, itself.
She doesn't regret anything she had said or done to Emily that day. In fact, she's still mad at her despite her undefyable love for her sensitive ex friend. So, once Spencer had gotten released from prison, she had went back to school, finished it, and coughed up more than enough money to fly down to Louisiana. She didn't know why she HD chosen such a state, but she did know that she loved it. She had been everywhere in the boot shaped state(New Orleans, Baton Rouge, Lafayette, Iberville, etc.).
After a year of exploring the state, she had decided to stay in New Orleans with her first Louisianan friend, Dillon. Spencer had met Dillon at a French restaurant also in New Orleans and the pair had clicked instantly. Despite his look of sophistication, Dillon was quite the partyer.
"Miss Hastings?" A voice shook throughout Spencer's ears, interrupting her imaginations. Spencer turned in her chair and a smile grew on her face at the sight of her boss, Lucas Gottesman. "I was just visiting you to let you know that you are okay to leave if you would like. Since today was your first day, it is just training and I'll cut you some slack.
Spencer stood up immediately and nodded quickly. "Thanks Mr. Gottesman. And thanks for giving me this job. I'm sure I'll enjoy it." Spencer said, thinking of the new blonde she had discovered today; Alison DiLaurentis.
"Have a nice day."
"You too."
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