"I'll give you detail in a few, Aria. They don't allow phones in this school. There's also uniforms." Emily chuckled softly, walking up the steps to Degrassi. "Call you later." She hung up with one of her three best friends.
Walking into Degrassi, everyone stared at her. Probably because she was new, or because she wasn't wearing the uniform. Which of course, goes back to being new.
The being perky high school vice president, Marisol Lewis, walked up to her. "Hi, I'm Marisol. Running the school, vice president. Need help to the front office?" She asked.
Emily nodded. "Sure, thanks. And I'm Emily Fields."
"Your friend…" Marisol started, but saw tears stinging Emily's eyes. "Sorry, never mind that then." She smiled again and started walking.
Emily sniffled and dried her eyes, walking two steps behind Marisol. "This is our new student, Emily." Marisol said to Principal Simpson.
"Hello, Ms…" He began.
"Fields." Emily said softly. His eyes widened. She nodded, "Yeah. The Emily Fields. My friend's dead, they don't know who the killers are." She shrugged. "Can I have my schedule?" All Em really wanted was a new start. But since that Canada knew about the whole Alison DiLaurentis deal, maybe her only hope was to move into isolation.
"Thank you." She grabbed her schedule and uniform of her blue polo and khakis. She started to walk to her locker.
A football whizzed past her head as she tried her locker combination. "Oh sorry." A deep voice came up behind her."No harm, no foul. Right?" She mumbled and turned her head, looking at the brown haired football jock.
"Drew Torres." He held his hand out, he never did that.
"Emily Fields." She said stiffly, waiting for it to kick in. It never did.
"Nice to meet you." He let his hand fall, she frowned.
"Sorry, just thought you'd know me." She shrugged and opened her locker.
"Why?" He leaned against the one next to her.
"Long story." She gazed into the empty cage where her books and bag will be in the morning.
"I've got time after practice. We should meet up at The Dot." He smiled at his offer.
"Sure. I'll tell you everything." She muttered, he chuckled.
"Just why you thought I should know you, sweet cheeks." He hopped off the locker. "Catch ya later." He whispered in her ear.
She gazed at him walking away with his friends, other jocks. Basketball, track, you name it ; they were there.
"Maybe I'm not gay." She sent a mass text to Hanna, Spencer, Aria and Toby. "WHAT?" They all sent back at the same time. Hanna's said "Call me. ASAP."
. . .
Don't get too worked up. He may find out your secret. -A. "Dammit." Emily cursed under her breath.