Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the positive feedback on my first chapter! It really does mean a lot. A couple of people asked about my Tumblr, my blog is prettylittleliarrs (currently deckthehallsandfalalalala for the holidays), and if you're reading this after the holidays or at a different time of the year, chances are it's prettylittleliarrs, just check my profile on here for the link :)

Anyway, as far as this story goes, I don't have another full part written after this part. Most likely, I may forget to post on here since Tumblr is my main place to post of fan fiction (which I currently have a story that I'm writing on there which I have not yet put onto here, unsure if I want to or not), but you could follow me if you wish on here or Tumblr, or both if you want.

I hope you all enjoy this part, and please feel free to leave any constructive criticism or opinions in the comments, since I am in no way a professional, and I'm always looking to improve. Thank you for reading and for your positive feedback!


A week has passed, and things were finally setting into place with English class. Ms. DiLaurentis has gotten into teaching, and Emily never thought she would say it, but she actually loves English class. She's almost 100% positive it's because she has the best teacher in the building, but she likes to pretend she actually enjoys reading and vocabulary.

Today, when the period ended, all students had to turn in their quizzes at the door due to time constraints. Emily, having trouble with a question, took her time, and she was the last one to hand it in, when all other students had already been out the door for at least 10 seconds. She had lunch next, though, so she didn't mind missing a bit of it.

"You're done?" Ms. DiLaurentis double-checked as she grabbed the paper from Emily's hand, making eye-contact with the brunette.

"Yes, I am." Emily confirmed, looking back into her eyes.

"Alright, have a nice weekend. I'll see you Monday." The blonde smiled, giving Emily a small wave as she began to walk out.

"Thank you, you too, Ms. DiLaurentis. See you Monday."

As Emily walked to lunch, she couldn't help but daydream. How had she not noticed that Ms. DiLaurentis's eyes were so beautiful? Trying to recall the exact image, she associated her eyes with ice- which was strange because they made Emily feel warm and happy.

She sat in the cafeteria alone today, staring into space, thinking about her life. She wanted to strangle herself for these feelings she was having for her teacher, but she couldn't bring herself to. Something about it, despite the fact they are teacher and student, felt right. Maybe it was the way they interlocked eyes, Ms. DiLaurentis's icy-blue eyes giving warmth to everyone in the room, but especially the brunette. Maybe it was just the fact that Emily wanted it to be right, because deep down inside, she knew it wasn't. She knew she was setting herself up for a terrible situation, but she couldn't help it. She just wanted to learn about this woman, learn her name, her past, her story. She just wanted to connect with her, which was something she was missing with people, recently. Being alone so much has taken a toll, and now, she craves affection, but most of all, she craves friendship. And she knows, regardless of all the circumstances, she just wanted to at least be friends with her teacher, who couldn't be much older than her, who could also possibly be a great person to spend lot's of time with.

And she knew this was extremely strange. Who wants to be best friends with their teacher? While thinking about all of this, she did realize, though, that Ms. DiLaurentis couldn't be that old. She could pass as an 18 year old, but she didn't look a day over 20. Plus, she mentioned she had just graduated from Hollis, and depending on how long and when she went, she couldn't be much older than 30, at the maximum, and that is if she hasn't aged at all. But the way she spoke and taught made her seem like she was in high school, a mature senior, as most seniors in Rosewood.

But that didn't make it any better for Emily. She knew she had some form of attraction to her, and she knew that it isn't a good thing. But then again, nearly everyone else in that room had to be attracted to Ms. DiLaurentis- she caught everyone's attention as soon as she walked in every morning.

Before she showed up, everyone hated that class with a passion. Mrs. Smith was the most boring human being alive. Absolutely no one had any interest in English or hearing their teacher go on and on about her life which no one cared about, frankly. Once the blonde woman set foot in the classroom, and told everyone she's their new permanent teacher, the student's lives were put together right in front of their eyes.

Most students tried to like Mrs. Smith- they just failed miserably. Emily, for one, tried so hard. She tried for the first two months of school, had a positive attitude, but once November hit, she couldn't do it anymore. Her urge to jump out of the window and walk home was too unbearable. Of course, she still did her classwork (if on rare occasion Mrs. Smith stopped talking for three seconds to hand out a piece of paper to each student), and she did her overload of homework, but one thing she didn't do was like her teacher, after months of really trying.

Mrs. DiLaurentis was her savior, showing up the first week of December of her senior English class. All she wanted was a good senior year to prepare for the rest of her life, and now, she knew she would have it.

In a way, Emily thought the only reason she really liked Mrs. DiLaurentis was because she showed up out of the blue and was cool, but she knew that there was something else there. She really really really did not want to have a crush on her teacher- but she knew she did.

When she really thought more, it was normal. Whenever she sat at lunch, overhearing girls saying their teachers are "hot" wasn't rare at all, and she's heard even more guys saying their teachers are "hot". There were quite a few good looking teachers in Rosewood, but none compared to her new teacher, both in her beauty and how laid back she is, and she was more than grateful for this blessing.