Prologue…

Alison's POV

Well this wasn't part of the plan. I think to myself as I start to get dressed. The guy I was with must have left when I fell asleep last night, probably not wanting to face me when I was sober. Well sober-er. I stand up and immediately feel dizzy as I realise how much my head hurts and remember what happened last night.

I cringe as I remember CeCe picking me up and taking me to this party at her friend from college's house. A few hours later, I had consumed an unhealthy amount of alcohol and made my way here with some guy I'd never even met.

At least I'm on the pill. I remind myself, trying to find a bright side. After I'm decent, well as decent as I can get in the same clothes from yesterday without brushing my hair or teeth, I open the door to see the hall littered with empty red cups, confetti and passed out people draped on top of each other.

I manage to get downstairs and pull the front door open before staggering out, blinded by the morning sunlight. After looking around, I realise I have absolutely no idea where I am and CeCe's car is nowhere to be found. I pull my phone out and press six to speed dial her and, after a few rings, she answers.

"Hello?" she says, sounding wide awake. "Ali what's the matter?"

"CeCe where the hell are you?!" I demand, annoyed that she doesn't seem bothered about leaving me here and feeling even more hungover as a result of the bright weather.

"For God's sake, calm down! I'm at Darren's house." She replies. "Why? Has your hunk from last night ditched you?"

"Oh shut up and come and get me." I snap. I don't understand how she sounds completely normal and is home with her boyfriend when I remember seeing them last night, just as drunk as me…Or was that them?...

"Fine." She sighs, exasperated. "You know Ali, you could try being a bit nicer to people, especially people who are willing to pick you up even after you left them to hook up with a random guy at a party."

I cut off and roll my eyes before sitting down on the step and hoping that CeCe will be able to reassure me that I didn't make a complete fool out of myself last night. She arrives within a quarter of an hour and I hurry into the passenger seat of her car before fastening my seatbelt. I expect her to start driving but a minute passes and we still haven't moved so I turn to her, confused, to see her looking at her phone, frowning.

"What are you doing?" I question. She answers by turning her phone screen so I can read what's written on it. I see that she's looking through her Facebook news feed and that someone who I presume is from her college has posted photos from last night. The one that she has in big on the screen is of a blonde girl lying on a bed and smiling absentmindedly at a spot just to the right of the camera. On closer inspection, I realise that the girl isn't wearing any clothes. On even closer inspection, I realise that the girl is me.

"Shit." I say aloud as I pass the phone back to a nodding CeCe. I can feel my cheeks flushing and my head starts to hurt even more.

"Shit indeed. Ali, why the hell would you let anyone take naked pictures of you like that?!" She demands, her eyes flaring.

"I didn't know what he was doing!" I protest defensively. "How was I supposed to know what was happening? I was drunk!"

Her face softens. "I know but do you realise what this means? He posted this over an hour ago and has about two thousand friends, most of whom are girls in your school that are in love with him. They're all gonna see this."

A tear slips down my cheek and I wipe it away fiercely; there's no way I'm letting CeCe see me cry, especially at the hands of some stupid boy.

"Are there any more?" I ask quietly, dreading the answer.

She taps her touch screen and a few seconds later I hear a gasp.

"There's..a few." She tells me. "Ali sweetie, this isn't good. The others..they're.."

"Just show me them." I order, holding out my hand. She reluctantly passes me the phone and I scroll through the photos. She's right: It's not good. He took some which show me getting undressed with my back to him, some of me asleep as I lie next to him, and several of me getting..close with him and certain parts of his body.

"Crap."

"Ali.."

"Just take me home please." I say to her, wanting to be alone. Without further questioning she drops me off and I hurry inside before she can say anything else. I know I screwed up- so she doesn't need to tell me. It's not until I get to my room and collapse on my bed I realise I still have her phone. I'm about to race back downstairs when I hear her ringtone.

I see that it's the guy who posted the pictures, the one who I must have had sex with and I angrily press down on the green 'answer' button.

"Hey there CeCe." He says in his deep, husky voice that I'd found so sexy last night. "Have you seen the pictures of that girl you dropped off last night? She wasn't actually too bad you know, and she had a nice set of tits. You should bring her again sometime; she'd be a good fuckbuddy.

"You bastard." I spit out angrily. "I'm not CeCe, I'm Alison-: the one with the nice tits. And you're a fucking dirtbag. Although you wouldn't make much of a fuckbuddy; you were pretty crap actually, and posting those pictures? Well that just makes you an even bigger fucking dirtbag."

There's a moment of silence before I hear him laugh.

"Oh darling, I couldn't care less what you think of me. Your whole school and my college will know what you are by the end of the day: A pretty little whore."

I cut off quickly as more tears start to fall; he's right about the fact that the whole school will know, and that isn't something I can deal with.

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I moved from that school a few weeks after that incident; everyone found out and rumours were being spread that I was pregnant and everyone stopped talking to me, meaning that every day was more miserable than the last. I transferred to Rosewood Day where nobody knew me and everyone envied me. I made myself the person that the girls want be and the boys want to be with.

I never hooked up with anyone else though, I only ever kissed cute footballers and instead of getting involved in a relationship I focused on making friends- real friends, seeing as all of my others except for CeCe ditched me when I was labelled as a whore.

There are four of them: Hanna Marin, Spencer Hastings, Aria Montgomery and Emily Fields and I had no intention of them, or anyone else for that matter, finding out about what happened to make me transfer. And for a while I didn't think that they ever would. That was, until, I got a strange note that hinted there was someone who knew exactly what happened.

I hope you liked it! Please review if you did! Also, as you probably guessed, this won't be following the current events of the show