This is a collection of moments between Jason DiLaurentis and Aria Montgomery before Alison's disappearance. Aria and the girls would currently be 13-15, depending on the date provided with the writing.

By the way, this is only my second Pretty Little Liars fan-fiction. I literally watched all the seasons only two weeks ago at the beginning of summer vacation. Here are the things I think you need to know about me: I'm young, I hate Ezra, I hate Paige. Finally, I support Jaria (obviously), Haleb, and Spoby. Emily hasn't yet met a girl I approved of, so. . . .

OKAY, LET'S START. IF YOU ENJOY THIS, GO READ MY OTHER PLL FANFICTION: What We Have is Real (Jaria).

Alright, let us begin. If you actually enjoy this, go ahead and read my other Pretty Little Liars fan-fiction, What We Have is Real. (It also has Jaria, Spoby, and Haleb, along with an unexpected couple). If you want to read my original works, go to Wattpad and find me at The-Girl-Mustache.

Thank you for reading this! Review, follow, favorite, etc. The Dare (august 11, 2008)

CHAPTER ONE: When Their Eyes Met
November 3rd, 2007.

Aria Montgomery was placing her books in her locker and getting ready for band class next. By her feet was her keyboard's case. Just as the bell rang for students to get to class, Aria spotted the popular girls walking down the hall, all four of them in one neat row.

Like always, Hefty Hanna was on the very left end, and Emily Fields was on the right end. In the center, of course, was the Alison DiLaurentis and next to her was Spencer Hastings, her competition.

Kids from fifth-grade to eighth-grade stopped to talk to them, and Alison just waved them off. Suddenly, when Aria slammed shut her locker, she turned to her. Ali and Aria's eyes met, and a devious smile slowly slid on Alison's pretty face.

She said something to the other girls, leaving them to wait by her locker as she approached Aria. Aria gulped, looking around to find some way to escape as she fiddled with her new pink hair.

No one ever said no to Alison DiLaurentis, if she even noticed you. Aria wasn't going to be the first. Everyone knew Ali could make your life hell, no matter if you're her friend or not. Take Hefty Hanna as an example.

"Hey," she said when she reached Aria. A few kids were staring now. Alison placed her hands on her hips, making Aria sweat. What if the pink hair was a mistake? "Have we met?" Aria mutely shook her head. "Really?" Alison smiled, cocking her head. "Well, you know who I am, but . . . who're you?"

"Aria Montgomery," she muttered.

"Hmm, pretty name, but I think Punk Princess fits you way better. Want to have lunch with me and my friends later?" Ali asked, her cold blue eyes almost daring Aria to reject her.

"Um, sure." This was her worst nightmare. Others might've been happy to be her friend, but Aria certainly wasn't. Ever since she moved here three years ago, she'd been avoiding the devil. Except you can't avoid Alison DiLaurentis or her family.

"Great," chirped Ali. "So, I'll talk to you later, Punk Princess?"

"Yes." Suddenly, the warning bell rang, and a relieved Aria rushed to band class with her instrument. Mr. Gore gave her a warning for being late, and Aria nodded. Soon, they were playing music, and she was completely focused on the keyboard, in her own world. No one could brake through the barrier Aria made when she focused, not even a certain devil's spawn.

Lunch was awkward. Hefty Hanna was nervous and stuffing her face, while Polished Spencer was reading her sister Melissa's history book which was left at home that day. Sweet Emily was quietly talking to Aria, who'd been reluctant to sit down. Alison was gibbering about the new store in the mall and how she was going to force her brother to drive her there.

"You have a brother?" Aria suddenly asked. Ali glared at her.

"Yes. Don't mention him, ever. Jason is horrible to be honest." That's all Alison said about her brother before returning to the topic of tacky clothes at Walmart. Aria self-consciously tugged her shirt down, which she bought from the store in question.

After the final bell rang, dismissing the seventh-graders, Aria quickly packed up her things. She had homework in all her classes, so that meant she would have to walk home with all her books. Sighing, Aria pulled out her Kyocera phone and texted her mom: Sorry, might be running late. Backpack is so heavy.

Her mother texted back: Want me to leave work early to pick you up?

No. I'm good. BTW, Mike is going to Louis' house today he's sleeping over, Aria replied.

As she tucked her phone into her hoodie's pocket, she began to walk away from Rosewood Middle School and towards home. Suddenly, Aria heard her name being called . . . well, Ali's nickname for her. "Punk Princess, where are you going? Come on!" Surprised, Aria stopped and turned around.

There, in an expensive-looking car, were all four of the popular girls. Ali was leaning out a window, waving towards her. Driving the car was a guy who was probably Alison's brother. He looked old enough to be in junior year, at least four years older than Aria and the other girls. "Wait, what?" she asked, approaching the car.

"Aren't you coming over?" Ali pouted.

"Uh . . . sure," Aria frowned. "Where should I sit?" she said, noticing there was no room in the back. Ali glanced back as well.

"Oh, I guess you'll have to sit with Jason in the front," she sighed. Aria reluctantly opened the door and sat in the passenger seat next to Jason. Between his fingers, he held a cigarette and was smoking it. As soon as Aria got buckled, he started the car without a word.

Jason was really hot, Aria had to admit. His hair was dark blonde, almost brown, and long, cupping his face and reaching to his chin. Jason's eyes were blue and cloudy probably from the drugs. Smelling the smoke, Aria wrinkled her nose. He was definitely built, with at least a six-pack and abs. Aria tried not to stare, but the rugged face of Ali's brother was tempting.

"Jason, can you drive us to the mall?" Ali asked, more like demanded. Jason glanced at her from the small mirror. Aria glanced at the speed radar and noticed he was driving way above the limit, cutting at corners and ignoring stop signs. God, if she survived the ride, Aria would worship the holy lord above forever.

"Hell no. Mom said I only had to pick you up, not be your fucking chauffeur," Jason growled.

Ali scoffed. "Tone down on the cussing, will you? I wouldn't want to scare Aria off. The others are used to you by now."

"Who the fuck is Aria?" he frowned.

"Punk Princess, and you need to take us to the mall or I'll . . . - " Ali thought for a moment. " - I'll tell Mom what you and Ian did to Ms. Welsh's car." Aria could tell she was serious, but what exactly did Jason do?

Reluctant, Jason threw the cigarette out of the car window and muttered, "Fine, but I won't wait around for you bitches to be done."

"Wouldn't expect you to," Ali snarked. "You're, in no way, a gentlemen. Don't you agree, Punk Princess?"

Aria opened her mouth nervously. "I don't know, I just met him. Duh." She didn't want to face the anger of either sibling, but what else could she do? Emily and Hefty Hanna were nervously watching while Spencer was still engrossed in her book. Aria noticed Jason watching her from the corner of his eye.

Ali glowered at her. "Ugh. You're all the same. No normal girl gets pink hair, right . . . Emily?" She seemed to be targeting all the weaker girls in the vehicle.

"Yeah, Ali," agreed Emily, shooting Aria an apologetic look.

"So?" Aria shrugged. "Who ever said I'm normal?" Now even Spencer was paying attention. Ali was fuming.

"Hey, lay off, Alison," Jason finally growled. "Or I swear to God I'll make Ian pick you guys up for the rest of the year." Ali's eyes widened and she shrunk back into her seat. Eventually, Hanna and Emily started a conversation while Ali and Spencer debated.

Unnoticed, Aria murmured, "Thanks, Jason." Subtly, Ali's brother nodded, concentrating on the road while his hair flew in front of his face. Aria stared out the window, fiddling with her colored hair.

Jason was studying Ali's newest recruit. Out of all four, Spencer used to be the spiteful one. Now Aria was. Spencer eventually agreed to Ali's demands in the end, while Aria did nothing of the sort when his little sister commented on her hair. Speaking of that hair, Jason admired the pink color as he watched Punk Princess, Ali, and the others head towards the mall while he stayed in the car, texting Garrett.

Jason hoped Ali wouldn't effect or change Aria in the slightest like she did with her other friends. He knew that if the others could, they would change everything about themselves to please Alison. Hefty Hanna would be as thin as a twig, Spencer would be as care-free as him, and Emily would be as interested in guys as Ali (while at the moment, she wasn't even looking for a relationship).

When the pink hair disappeared, Jason sighed and pulled out another cigarette as he waited for his little sister and her friends.