Thank you for the reviews they meant so much to me! It means you're giving this story an undeserved chance. So here's chapter two. I really hope you enjoy.

Dilaurentis Must Die

Episode 2: The Real Story

Emily's POV:

I'm Emily Fields….and I'm the villain of this story.

I know….I know….I said I wasn't before, but the truth is I just wanted you to turn the page and get my side of the story.

…...I mean would you really continue to read this if there wasn't any arguments against her accusations?

See…..my point exactly.

So now, the truth.

And the truth is, most people wouldn't call me a villain….they would see me as a hero.

Especially if you were a victim of Alison Dilaurentis.

But I don't see it that way….

I mean, sure I single handedly ended the reign of Alison Dilaurentis….but I did something much more horrible to do it.

Things that would make the smile on Joker's face grow even bigger. (If that's even possible.)

So no….I don't see myself as the hero.

And neither does Alison.

I'm everything she says I am….and worse, because I know what I'm doing….or should I say was doing….and I continued to do it.

No I wasn't some evil monster who lured her in….

Correction.

I'm not the monster that she made me out to be….I'm nothing like that. But I guess it doesn't matter because a monster is still a monster in the end.

BUT no matter what she tells you, or what you take from this story….I'm no where near as bad as Alison Dilaurentis!

No one is as bad as Alison Dilaurentis!

And it's true to some extent….I mean yes I did seek her out, but the reason why I did is because SHE was the original monster in the story.

She was peer evil!

She destroyed lives,

Manipulated people,

She tortured Rosewood. And it became my mission to stop her. So I had to do it what I had to….become who I had to become.

I became the bitch everyone grew to hate, who blackmailed people to get information, who turned her back on her true friends.

I became another version of Alison, but I managed to do the impossible….

I broke Alison Dilaurentis heart.

And instead of becoming a legend like the plan predicted...I became a shadow of the old person I really was.

I lost myself and it was my fault.

The person I became wasn't just a monster but a stranger….And that's the worst kind.

But again, regardless of what I did and what happened, it all comes down to the WHY….and the WHY is Alison Dilaurentis.

And believe it or not, I didn't start this feud.

She did.

Confusing to follow? Ha you have no idea.

Because this story as it goes on gets more twisted with every word. So I advise you to pay close attention because even the slightest detail missed will leave you a step behind.

Even starting with the detail of how we first met can turn you on the wrong path.

Because believe it or not we didn't meet at some stupid stop light party….we met long before that.

Now here's our real first encounter.

- 1 ½ year before-

"Emmy you better get up before you're late for school." I hear my mom yell up the stairs, assuming that I'm still sleeping.

"I'm already up mom." I say, walking out of the kitchen with an apple in my hand.

I woke up thirty minutes before my alarm went off just to make it to school early.

Overachiever I know.

"I'm going to head out early so I can stop by the library to study for my history test." I say moving past my mom, who's still looking up the stairs.

My mom finally spins around on her heels to face me, wearing a small smile on her face. "At least let me pack you a lunch." She says trying to slow me down.

"Already did." I say holding up a brown paper bag, (that contains a sandwich, banana, and a juice box) before slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

I see my mom's smile falter as she hurries behind me, while I move closer towards the door. "Well please be safe, and ride on the sidewalks, taking the streets is too dangerous." She says in a concerned tone.

"Taking the streets is quicker." I say turning on my heels to face my mom with a small laugh. "I don't have to worry about running over little old ladies with my scooter." I joke as I pick up said scooter, straddling the seat. I place my helmet on my head while offering my mom a small smile.

"Well still….be careful." I hear my mom say softly.

I just shake my head at her antics while I pull out of the driveway and onto the street. "Bye mom." I call over my shoulder as I disappear from sight.

I can still see her standing in the doorway watching me until she's no longer able to see me.

Okay now it's time for a brief history.

I was born and raised in Rosewood. In the same house, in the same neighborhood, for sixteen years. The same house my mom grew up, and her mother grew up in, and her mothers mothers….and so on and so forth. My dad and mom met while they were in high school (yes they were highschool sweethearts how romantic is that!) And they've been happily married ever since. Even when my dad followed his father's footsteps and joined the Marines, my mom stood by his side and supported him. If I'm ever lucky enough I'll have a love like theirs.

So I guess you can say that I've been here long enough to come to know this place like the back of my hand. That's why I fit in so perfectly. I know exactly where my place is in the hierarchy of this town and in high school.

And it damn sure ain't the top.

I mean who would actually follow a nobody?

I'm just a girl who wears glasses, because she can barely see her own fingertips.

A girl who can't even walk a straight line without falling.

A girl who wears clothes twice as big as her actual body size.

And a girl who saved up her money to buy a scooter instead of a car.

A girl who was completely invisible….just the way high school determined me to be.

The only thing I have going for me is swimming, and that's not even the most recognized sport at our school. So yeah pretty much I'm invisible….and I'm okay with it. As long as I'm not a target of Alison Dilaurentis and her flock.

I sigh to myself when I notice the school coming into view.

A ten minute ride on a scooter can really numb your butt.

And I guess looking ahead at my destination caused me to miss the fact that I was unconsciously drifting further into the middle of the street and a car was zooming right towards me.

So to say the least, I was scared shitless when I heard a loud horn along with the roar of an engine in my ear, would be an understatement.

Before I know it I'm practically ran off the road.

I let out a shriek and quickly steer my scooter onto the sidewalk, crashing it into a nearby bush. The impact caused me to flip frontwards off of the scooter and land soundly on my butt.

Luckily for me I land on something mildly soft. And I slightly praise whatever it was that broke my fall.

I let out a sigh while staring up into the clear blue sky, but my moment of relief is quickly ended when I hear the loud music and laughter, from the people inside the car that ran me off the road, drive by. When I peek up from behind the bush I notice one face out of all of them.

Alison Dilaurentis. She gives me a smug smile before loudly stating 'what a loser' I was.

What a bitch.

"Damn that was one nasty fall there Fields." I hear a deep voice say from above me.

I adjust my glasses as I look up to see my best friend Toby Cavanaugh standing over me with a goofy smirk on his face. "Shut up." I mutter.

Toby's smirk turns into a full blown grin as he offers me his hand to help me up. I take the hand offered to me and pull myself up.

After I'm up, I look down towards the soft thing that broke my fall. "Aww man." I whine disappointedly, as I pick up my now smashed brown bag. "That was my lunch."

"I hope you're not planning on still eating that." Toby says with a small laugh.

I turn to glare at him as I pick up my back pack. "Shut up." I say again, now bending to pick up my scooter before quickly making my way towards the school.

"Hey slow down, who the hell was in that car anyways?" Toby asks as he does a slight jog to catch up with me.

I'm not going to lie but I have an impressive speed walk. But I guess you can say I've had years of practice….you know….with dodging people in the hall and such.

"Who else drives a Porsche to school with the license plate that says 'Princess'" I ask sarcastically.

"Alison Dilaurentis." Toby says after a moment.

"No I thought it was principle Hackett." I reply sarcastically again.

Toby then lets out a low whistle in admiration. "Who knew Hackett was such a hot mama." he jokes back, before nudging me. "But seriously are you okay? That was a pretty nasty fall." He asks sincerely.

I let out a sigh as I nod my head. "Yeah I'm fine. But my sandwich isn't doing all to well…..if you can tell."I say with a shrug and a small smile.

Toby just laughs and takes the scooter from me, walking it towards the school himself.

Toby Cavanaugh….my best friend in the whole wide world. We've been best friends since 1st grade, after I pushed him off of the monkey bars then bribed him into silence with a snickers bar.

He's invisible...just like me….and he's surprisingly okay with that.

And the reason it's surprising is because of the family he comes from. The Marshall's/Cavanaugh's are one of the most powerful families in Rosewood. Probably third on the list, of course the Dilaurentis Family is number one in the poll, following behind is the Hastings. Though at the moment I'm not sure if the Hastings are now leading. Those two families always flip flop on the chart. Depending on sales or what not. I'm not really sure how these things work. Just understand that his family is very important.

But because of this he has a lot of pressure on him. And it's all because of his stepsister, Jenna Marshall, who is probably just as evil as Alison. She was on the rise to being the princess of Rosewood when Alison came out of nowhere and took her spotlight. Now she and several other students have fallen under the reigns of Alison's in-crowd just to remain relevant. It's sad really. But I guess I would rather not know how it feels to have Jenna Marshall walking around school with a crown on her head.

Because she's evil.

She also went through a period of being a "good" sister and decided to take Toby under her wings. She was...and I quote… "improving his status for the sake of the family." Let's just say me and Toby didn't hang out for almost a year because I was too much of a loser for him to associate with. It sucked. But during that "almost year" I was able to discover some things about myself.

I'm gay.

Yes you heard it….gay.

Like a big ole fat lesbian.

Like if I cry, a rainbow would appear after my tears.

How I discovered this you ask? Well like most teenage girls, when you hang around a guy all the time you naturally think you're destined to be together. Like in some fairytale land all best friends marry after the age fifteen when they discover that life wouldn't exist without the other person. I was sadly one of those people. I thought I was in love with Toby, so when he stopped hanging around me, I thought it broke my heart. I went into a small depression and refused to sleep, eat and talk to anyone. And by anyone I really just mean my mom, because outside of Toby she was the only friend I had.

Well as time went on I discovered that I didn't miss him as a potential love interest, I missed him because he was the only other companion I had. And as time went by, being on my own forced me to focus my time somewhere else. And that's where my love for swimming came in.

I fell in love with it. It started off as a way to just pass time. But then I got really good at it. If I wasn't at home reading a book, then I was at the pool swimming laps. It gave me this undeniable happiness, I found myself more eager than I had ever been in my whole life.

And then I soon realized why.

The locker room.

I really enjoyed being in the locker room. Now don't think of me a some perv, because I'm not. Because at the time I genuinely thought I was just comparing my body to the other girls, but as time went on I realized I just liked to look at their bodies.

There's nothing wrong with that.

And as soon as I realized this I stopped. But it help me discover why I enjoyed watching Beyonce so much.

I was so gay for her.

But not just for her….for girls in general. Although I never got to test this theory….

Well back to the story at hand.

"Hey did you hear about that Paige McCullers girl?" Toby asks breaking me out of my slight daze.

"What?" I asks turning my attention towards him.

"I said did you hear about Paige McCullers?" Toby continues. "There's a rumor going around that she was spying on the girls in the locker room, now there's a petition going around school to get her kicked off of all the sport teams she's currently on."

My breath hitches in my throat. This doesn't goes unnoticed by Toby who frowns in concern and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asks concerned.

"Uh yeah.." I say nodding my head. "Uh….how did everyone find out about her...uh...peeping?" I ask slightly confused.

Toby scoffs out a laugh. "How else? The queen of rumors herself. Alison told everyone that Paige was watching her while she was dressing for gym class. She told everyone to be aware of the local peeping-Tom and that she should dress in the boy's locker room if she couldn't control her 'wondering eyes'." Toby says shaking his head in mild disgust.

what a bitch….

"So she's gay?" I inquire.

Toby just nods his head "Yup." He says popping the 'p' at the end of the word. "The rumor forced the poor girl out the closet."

"And uh….what do you think about that?" I ask. I clear my throat a little before continuing, hoping he doesn't notice my stuttering. "About Paige being gay?"

Toby doesn't respond right away. He just moves ahead as we slowly enter onto school grounds. "It doesn't bother me none." He says with a shrug. "I mean she's not my type, so I'm not disappointed that I don't have a shot with her. And she's not hot enough to date all the hot babes, so she's not really a threat." He says with a cheesy smile.

I don't know why but that causes so much relief throughout my body. Like maybe if he can accept her, he could accept me when I come out.

I release a breath I never realized I was holding as I roll my eyes at him, slightly shoving his shoulder. "You're an ass."

"But I'm your ass." He says his grin growing wider.

"Please don't let those words fall out of your mouth ever again." I joke as I take the scooter away from him to chain it up to the bicycle rack.

"What? I can't be your ass?" Toby ask playfully. "I mean it`s soft and muscular all at the same time. That's definitely the description of me." He says giving my butt a small pinch.

"You're so disgusting." I laugh out shoving his hand away from me.

This is why he's my best friend. He's an amazing guy and a wonderful human being. If I wasn't gay I would definitely date him.

Just as we finish at our lockers the bell rings, signalling us to head to class. "Ugh." Toby groans slamming his locker shut. "I guess that's our cue." he says turning to face me. "You want me to walk you to class?" he asks.

I offer him a small smile then shake my head. "Nah. I think I can manage."I say robotically.

This is something that Toby says everyday, before every study hour just to make sure I'm okay. This became our tradition after one day catching me cornered in the hallway by some senior guy trying to put the moves on me. Toby broke his nose and ever since then he's been like my mini body guard.

It's really heartwarming but it can be very annoying.

"Good." Toby says with a smirk. "Because if I'm late again for this class I'll be in detention for the rest of my life." he says moving past me. "Hey I have something to tell you later on...remind me at lunch?" he says moving backwards.

I frown at this. "You know you really can't just drop that type of bomb on someone when you're leaving." I call after him.

Toby just shrugs with a small smile as he disappears down the hall.

I let out a sigh as I make my way towards my class.

But just as I'm about to round the corner to my classroom…..

"That bitch is really starting to piss me off!" I hear a voice say.

I stop in my tracks and lean against the wall. Trying not to interrupt their conversation….but totally eavesdropping.

"Hanna calm down." A different voice says.

"Calm down? Calm down! She just outed that poor girl. And you want me to calm down." The girl name Hanna yells.

"Well what do you want us to do about it?" the voice asks tiredly.

"I say we march over there and kick her ass!" Hanna states angrily.

"Oh yeah? And what good will that do?" The same voice responds. "She has secretes on all of us. If we even lift a finger against her she'll be outing us as well." the voice concludes.

"Spencer's right." I hear a third voice chimes in. "There's nothing we can do. Every plan we've had has failed against us. She's always five steps ahead of us."

"Well I say we go back to plan A. Find someone to dethrone her." Hanna says defiantly.

The Spencer girl scoff. "Yeah, just like when we sent in Sydney, Sarah, and Shana. Now they're all apart of her flock and calls us losers every chance they get."

"Well stop finding girls that start with the letter 'S' and maybe we'll get somewhere." Hanna argues back.

"I hardly think that has anything to do with it." Spencer says in a monotoned voice.

"Well something has to work. I can't take it anymore." Hanna says frustratedly.

"Hanna-"

"No Aria!" Hanna says cutting her off. "Either we figure it out or I will." And at that moment like the loser I am, I mistakenly drop my books on the ground.

"Who's there?" I hear that Hanna chick call out.

I silently curse myself as I quickly bend down to pick up my belongings.

I let out a groan as I stand up, knowing I have to face the music at some point because this is the only route to my class.

I muster up all the courage I have to turn the corner, and I'm greeted with three faces staring back at me. One in fear….the other one in curiosity...and the last one in anger. I just offer them all a small smile as I push my glasses up my nose. "Hi." I say with a small wave.

The blonde haired girl just rolls her eyes and crosses her arms across her chest. "Come on guys it's no one important. Our secret meeting is safe." I recognized the voice as Hanna's.

The taller brunette girl just lets out a sigh. "Let's just get to class before we all end up in detention." I recognize the voice as Spencer's.

All three girls shut their lockers then start moving towards their class. The shorter one who has to be Aria, gives me an apologetic smile, before they disappear around the corner.

No one important...ouch.

After that, school went relatively the same.

Boring classes, and a lot of pop quizzes.

Oh and let's not forget the history test that I most likely failed because I didn't have time to study this morning because of my run in with Alison and her flock…

But other than that….the usual, so it was nothing I couldn't handle.

I did manage to work up an appetite and I was looking forward to lunch.

…..well until I realized that my lunch was ruined from my scooter accident this morning.

I really mean it when I say Alison Dilaurentis is an evil bitch….

"Fuck." I mutter to myself as I dig through my locker hoping to find some loose change in there.

When I pull out a five dollar bill, I internally happy dance, because now I can buy an entire new meal for lunch. But at the time of my slight victory, I didn't notice that the entire hallway had grown silent.

Or that there is a big gaping runway in the middle of it to make room for someone, or should I say someones.

I turned from my locker preparing to step forward when I'm pulled back by a firm hand on my arm, causing my back to crash into the locker. When I look towards the culprit I see Lucas Gottesman giving me a warning look. That's when I look towards the center of the hallway, noticing Alison Dilaurentis and her flock of birds following behind her. Not even sparing us onlookers a glance.

It was that moment I realized I almost ran into her….and let me just say that would have been bad business.

I would hate to see the day that a poor soul actually does it.

"Thank you." I say profusely once the hallway returns to normal, after the departure of the 'it' crew.

"Don't mention it." Lucas says with a small shrug. "Us normal folks have to look out for each other." he says with a smile before he moves towards the lunch room.

Ain't that the truth…

"Guess you decided not to eat butt lunch." Toby says as he appears next to me in lunch line.

"I thought I told you to never mention my butt again." I threaten lightly.

"I can't help it...it's so cute." Toby says pinching me on the cheek.

I just push his hand away. "Stop asswhole….I tossed the lunch because I found five bucks in my locker." I say, my excitement returning, as I show off my new bill.

"I think that's my five bucks." Toby says frowning in thought.

I just shrug. "Your five dollars...my five dollars….same thing."

Toby glares at me before pushing me forward in line, causing me to lightly bump into someone. "Shit...sorry." I apologize lamely.

I'm sure a fearful look is gracing my face.

A blond haired girl just turns back to look over her shoulder offering me a small smile. "It's cool. Don't worry about it." She says sweetly before moving up in line to take her lunch.

I just nod dumbly, with my jaw slightly open.

Because let me tell you, this girl is gorgeous. She has pink highlights in her hair, a killer smile and small dimples. And her eyes are a piercing familiar blue eyes but I've never seen her around school before.

So why does she look so familiar?

"Emily? Are you okay?" Toby asks, pulling me out of my daze.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say moving forward in line.

The lunch lady slaps down a pizza on my plate, and I give her a small appreciative smile before taking the rest of my lunch and turning to walk towards the small table located in the back of the cafeteria, with Toby following behind me. "So what did you have to tell me?" I asks when I sit down.

Toby just sits across from me like normal. "You don't waste time do you?" He asks jokingly.

"I've been thinking about it for a while." I say with a shrug while taking a bite of my pizza.

"Well…." Toby starts while taking a small sip from his water bottle. "As you know my grandpa has been sick for the past few weeks. We think it's his time to go soon."

I let out a small breath before reaching across the table, placing my hand over his giving it a small squeeze.

"It's fine" Toby says fanning me off. But I know he's really hurting about it no matter how much he fakes it. "But my mom thinks it's a good idea if I go down there for a few months…..say my last goodbyes." Toby says with a shrug.

"Oh." I say with a shrug. "When do you leave?" I ask sadly.

"Tonight." he says quietly. "It's really last minute. I was going to wait until tomorrow night, but my parents are really pressing for time." Toby says apologetically.

And just like that the world stops spinning and floats into the dark abyss of outer space. And a black hole opens and sucks it inside.

"Em?" Toby calls out softly to regain my attention.

"How long are you going to be gone?" I ask swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Until January." Toby offers with a sympathetic look.

"That's almost five months Toby! Why didn't you tell me ahead of time?" I asks angrily.

"I didn't know how." he says desperately. "I wanted to, I mean really wanted too….but every time I tried I just physically couldn't do it."

"God Toby!" I say as tears fill my eyes. "What about school?" I ask wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"My parents enrolled me into a small high school down there just for the time being. They know about my situation and my temporary stay." he says, before reaching across the table to take her hand in his. "I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you." he say remorsefully.

I give him a watery smile before giving a shrug. "It's fine. I understand. I really hope your grandpa will make out okay." I say sincerely.

"Thanks Em." Toby says gratefully. "I'm really going to miss you." he adds sadly.

I choke out a laugh as I move my glasses up to wipe my tears. "Gosh, you're being a sap. But I am going to miss you too." I say sadly as well.

I couldn't believe it. My best friend was leaving me for four months. It was really breaking my heart, just like the time he stopped hanging out with me. But I guess this time was different because he was coming back. It just still sucked altogether. I had to make lunch as less awkward as possible, so we made small talk. He told me about his classes and I told him about the conversation I overheard in the hall, I just left out the names. By the ending of lunch I wasn't sad anymore, I was furious. I didn't know how I was going to survive the beginning of sophomore year without him. But I couldn't show it. I had to remain positive.

For his sake.

The bell signals, ending the lunch hour and Toby and I both stand up at the same time.

"Do you want me to walk you to class?" he offers with a sheepish smile.

I give him a small smile in return but shake my head no. "Nah. I think I can manage."

"Good." Toby says half heartedly. "I"ll stop by after your swim practice to say goodbye."

I just nod as I watch him walk away.

I let out a sigh then turn to head to class, in the process bumping into someone again causing me to drop my glasses on the floor.

"Sorry." I quickly say while bending down to find my glasses.

"With the strong prescription in those things you would think it would be easy for you to watch where you're going."

At the sound of that voice I feel a cold rush chill my bones. I slowly look up, only to be looking into the eyes of the princess of Rosewood herself Alison Dilaurentis.

"Sorry…" I mutter again, this time physically shaking as I place my glasses back on my face.

At this point avoiding a scene is completely out of the question, because as of now the entire lunch room is staring at us in interest.

Alison smirk grows as she notices the fear in my eyes. "I heard you the first time sweetie. Doesn't mean I except." she says tilting her head to the side.

Avoiding a scene would be impossible anyway because it's now obvious that's exactly what she intends to create.

"Hey Alison isn't that the girl on the scooter today?" Noel Khan, the most popular guy in school says.

He's also the biggest dick there ever was to walk the school halls.

Alison and her flunkies begin laughing and nodding their heads in recognition. "I almost didn't recognize you scooter girl. Maybe you should turn around and jump into a bush….that might jog my memory." Alison says with a smirk, causing her followers to laugh again.

I stand tall until I'm eye level with her, but refuse to make eye contact with Alison. I just nod my head as I stare at my feet.

"Maybe next time you see me coming you should continue to jump out of my way….or just like this morning I won't have a problem running you over." Alison says with a sarcastic sweet smile on her face. Then moves past me bumping my shoulder hard with her own.

Bitch.

Just then I hear the entire lunch room gasps and Alison in her crew stops in their track.

Please tell me I didn't just say that out loud.

"What did you just call me?!" Alison asks through gritted teeth as she turns around to face me.

Fuck! I can't believe I just said that out loud.

I look around the cafeteria noticing all of the faces staring at me in shock, some in encouragement, but most in sympathy.

I let out a deep breath as I turn to make eye contact with Alison and her flunkies. "I uh- uh." I stutter out not sure what to say.

Alison rolls her eyes in annoyance, placing her hand on her hips. "Spit it out loser!"

God she really is such a bitch, I think as my eyes flare up and my anger boils. "I said you're a bitch!" I say strongly but it quickly dissipates when I see the fire in Alison eyes. "W-well not a bitch...but y-you were being a bitch...not that you are one every day." I quickly corrects.

Alison smirks at my lapse in confidence as she steps forwards into my personal space. "You know scooter girl. I'm actually proud of you...it takes guts to say what you just said." Alison says surprising the crowd, her own followers included.

"I mean being a nobody trying to challenge a somebody must have took some serious guts. I'm surprised you didn't shit your pants…" Alison says in faux sympathy. "Well did you...shit your pants?" Alison asks causing some laughter from the onlookers. Alison's smile turns into a smirk.

"You seem like a nice girl...so I'm going to give you a break. Maybe when you fell into that bush earlier you hit your head. You should probably go and see a nurse." Alison says sarcastically sweet. "But the next time I see your face again….well let's just say you won't just transfer schools...you'll be leaving the country." Alison threatens. "Got it!" she says the ending more firmly.

I nod my head vigorously, accepting the offer given to me.

"Good." Alison says with a sweet smile before turning on her heels with her flunkies right on her tail.

The entire lunch room is silent until she leaves, then a buzz of whispers erupts loud enough to be considered yelling.

I look around the lunchroom to see everyone staring at me. I also recognize the blonde haired girl from the lunch line, who's now offering me a sympathetic smile. But I don't return it. Instead I take the opportunity to bolt out of the cafeteria and into the girls bathroom hiding in the last stall.

Unbeknownst to me, at the time, three girls set in the back of the cafeteria watching me in slight interest with similar looks on their faces.

I'm such an idiot.

I should have known standing up to Alison Dilaurentis would end badly. Now not only am I going to be alone for four months I'm going to have to hide my face. This sucks.

Sitting in self deprecation, I failed to hear the sound of the bell signaling that classes has just begun and I was now late.

"Detention." my math teacher says the second I walk into class, handing me a pink slip as I walk past.

I take the sheet of paper with a sigh as I move to my assigned seat in the middle of the room, but close to the window.

I set my belongings down on the table as I slouch down in the chair, praying for it to swallow me whole.

"Okay class we'll continue to work on the problems assigned for homework last night. Please take them out so we can review." the math teacher says. Walking to stand in front of the board.

"Psst!" I hear someone say behind me before I feel a pencil jab me in the shoulder.

I turn around to come face to face with Andrew Campbell, wearing a dimpled smile.

I raise my eye questioning, waiting on him to explain why he poked me. When he doesn't respond right away I have to refrain from rolling my eyes. "Yes." I whisper.

"I just wanted to let you know that what you did in the cafeteria to Alison was really cool." he says in slight admiration. "I've never seen anyone be that brave before."

What he calls brave I call foolish….but to each it's own right.

"Uh….thanks." I mutter, a slight blush appearing on my face from embarrassment at being called out on the incident.

But he doesn't seem to notice as he smiles and leans back in his chair.

Was that weird or was it just me?

"Miss Fields maybe you can tell us the answer to number 4." the teacher says calling my attention back to the front of the class.

I swivel in the chair, turning to face the front and notice all eyes staring at me.

"Uh...negative 6." I say with uncertainty.

"Good, that's correct. But maybe you shouldn't spend your time searching for the answers on Mr. Campbell's face." he points out embarrassingly.

I sink deeper in my chair as the class snickers.

Please swallow me whole.

For the first time in my life I have just received a detention slip. This day has started off so horrible that I'm debating whether or not just ask my mom to homeschool me for the rest of the year. First I bust my scooter, then I find out my best friend is moving for four months, I get my ass handed to me by Alison Dilaurentis, I receive my first detention ever, and now I'm going to be late for swim practice…..could this day get any worse?

"I want you to want me…..I need you to need me…."

I hear a voice singing as I walk into the library where detention is held.

I smile to myself when I see the same blonde haired girl from the cafeteria drumming against the table with two pencils in her hand. Completely obliviously to my presence.

"I'm begging you to beg me….I'll shine up the old brown shoes-" the blonde haired girl starts but immediately stops singing, almost falling out her chair when she notices me staring at her in amusement. "Shit.." she says standing up, dusting imaginary dirt off herself. "I didn't see you there."

I give her a small smile and a shrug. "Most people don't"

The blonde haired girl just offers me a sympathetic smile. "I didn't mean it like that." she says gesturing towards her iPod. "I was just caught up in-"

"Cheap trick." I finishes for her. "You can't really hum along to cheap trick."

"Yeah...once you start, you're obligated to just belt it out." The girl says with a smile. "Anyways. What are you doing here?"

"I have detention." I say with a shrug.

"Detention doesn't start for almost another 30 minutes." the blonde says in a confused voice.

Idiot.

"Oh...well it's detention. I didn't want to miss a minute of being….detained." I offered lamely.

The blonde haired girl just snorts. "Right." she says gathering her things. "Hey…" she says staring at me for a moment. "You're the girl who stood up to Alison in the cafeteria." she concludes.

Oh god not her too.

"I would hardly call it standing up….more like getting knocked down then stumped on." I say with a small laugh.

"Well whatever you call it, it was impressive." the blonde haired girl offers.

"Hmm I'm surprised to hear you say that. Most people….if not want to date her….want to be her. With her dashing good looks and all." I tease slightly.

"I'd like to think I inherited some of those good look genes myself." The blonde says with a smile.

I frown in confusion for a moment before realization dawns on me. "You're Alison's sister?...holy shit." I say in shock.

"I hope that's holy shit 'you're just as good looking'...and not holy shit 'were you dropped on your face as a baby?'" the blonde haired girl jokes.

"No-no...you're definitely beautiful.-I-I mean…" my face flushes red at my tongue slip as I look down avoiding eye contact.

The blonde haired girl just stares at me in amusement. "Thanks. your not so bad yourself." she says with a wink causing me to blush even further. "I'm CeCe by the way."

"Emily…" I squeak out, still trying to calm my reddening face.

"Well I'll let you get back to it….enjoy your detention." CeCe says with a slight laugh before exiting the room.

I just let out a sigh, slouching down in my chair even more.

Again could this day get any worse?

I quickly rush into the pool area only to see the girl's exiting the room.

I missed practice.

This day just got worse.

"Fields." Coach Fulton says as she approaches me. "Explain yourself." she stated angrily.

"I am so sorry coach! I had detention but it ran late because my detention teacher showed up 40 minutes late and he made me stay-" I start but I'm cut off by a stern look. "I'm really sorry coach." I say sheepishly.

Coach Fulton lets out a sigh. "You're a good kid Fields….don't let it happen again." she says moving to leave the pool area as well.

"Hey coach?" I call out timidly. "Mind if I stay for an extra hour? Get some laps in?" I asks softly.

"Sure." Coach Fulton says tossing me a set of keys. "Just lock up before you leave and return them to my office first thing tomorrow morning." she says with a small smile before exiting.

I smile gratefully and don't waste anytime jumping into the pool.

Time for some R&R.

I know I've stated that the locker room was why I fell in love with swimming but I want to just clarify and say that being in the water is why I truly stayed committed to swimming.

Every time I dive through the water….all my problems just melt away. I become a completely different person. And the not so confident Emily Fields becomes the most confident person in the world. And if you were going up against me in the water….well just hope you never have too.

I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body, while quickly towel drying my hair as I hum lightly to myself.

That's just what I needed, a nice swim to take my mind off of today's terrible events.

It really helped me clarify my thoughts-

*crash*

What the hell was that?

*bang*

There it is again.

Is someone in here with me….?

Shit I've watched way too many scary movies to go out like this. I grab my hairbrush, clenching it in my fist, hoping to use it as a weapon if necessary. Looking around the empty locker room I began to grow even more worried when no one appears.

"Who`s there?" I call out. When no one shows up I let out a deep breath in relief.

I was certain someone was there….

Maybe I'm just hearing things.

I arrive home just in time to see Toby sitting on my porch with a small frown on his face.

"You're an hour late. I've been waiting here since five o'clock." Toby says softly.

"I know. I got detention and had to stay after to swim." I say. "Sorry." I say sheepishly while walking to stand in front of him.

"I heard about what happened in the lunchroom." Toby says standing up, so he's now eye level with me. "Sorry I left you there to deal with that alone." he says sincerely.

"It's fine." I say moving to his side preparing to sit down. "It was nothing that you could have done...it was my big mouth that got me in trouble."

"I know...but still." he says with a shrug.

An awkward silence falls between us as we both sit down on the porch steps.

"So this is it huh?" I ask after a moment.

"Only for a few months." Toby responds quickly.

"Yeah." I breathe out.

Silence surrounds us as we both stare ahead. Both of us enjoying the others presence for one last time. Neither of us speaking because we both understand that taking this time is more important than filling it with mindless chatter.

I guess this is the time in the story where I reflect on our friendship with a montage of memories, from the monkey bars all the way untill the time he pinched my butt in the lunch line.

But I can't do that.

My mind is blank and my heart hurts.

And just as predicted the moment is ruined by three simple words.

"I should go." Toby says finally turning to look at me.

I know but I don't want you to.

I don't say this out loud at the risk of making him feel even worse. So I just nod my head in agreement before both of us stand at the same time, wrapping our arms tightly around each other.

"I'll miss you." Toby whispers in my ear.

This cause a lump to form in my throat and I try desperately to swallow it. "I'll miss you too." I say squeezing him tighter.

"Well." Toby says pulling away. "I should get going. My mom is waiting in the car." he says nodding over to the car. "See ya." he says offering me a smile before getting into the car.

I watch him leave, willing myself not to cry.

He's coming back. I remind myself as I watch the car drive off.

I let out a deep breath before walking into the house. My mom is sitting at the kitchen table, when she hears me walk in, she looks up offering me a sympathetic smile, which I return half-heartedly as I ascend the stairs to my bedroom.

I shut my bedroom door and flop backwards on my bed.

This day has been the worst day ever.

And if the rest of the year goes like this….I don't see how I'm going to survive high school.

Maybe I really should ask my mom to homeschool me, because honestly I can't see how it's going to get any better.

I guess the only thing that's comforting about today is the tomorrow no one will remember what happened between me and Alison today.

I'll be just another face in the crowd, and a new story about Alison Dilaurentis will float around school, erasing this one from the memories of the gossipers.

Maybe years from now when they talk about 'Alison the great', It'll become some legend, that a 'no one' challenged 'thee one'.

The only comforting thing about that is no one will remember my name, or who I was for the matter.

The perks of being invisible.

*Knock**knock*

Well there goes my peace and serenity.

"Emmy." I hear my mom call out while knocking on the door again, before entering my room. "Someone's at the door for you."

I frown at this, then sit up on my bed. "What?"

"You have company." she says this time before disappearing down the hall and into her room.

Did Toby forget something?

I get up and make my way downstairs. My eyes widen in surprise when I see a familiar blonde standing in my doorway, with two brunettes standing behind her with nervous looks.

"Uh…." I start only to be cut off by Hanna.

"You know….when I saw you stand up to Alison Dilaurentis earlier, I thought….hmmm this girl has potential." Hanna says folding her arms across her chest. "But then I saw you in your swimsuit, and without those dorky glasses….and then I knew we found the right girl." Hanna says with a small smirk.

I frown in confusion. "You were the noise in the locker room?" I ask as realization dawns on me.

"Guilty as charged." Hanna says with a shrug.

I nod my head still not understanding "And can I ask why were you spying on me?"

"We need your help." Aria says stepping in to help Hanna.

I just frown in confusion waiting for them to clarify.

"We want you to help us kill Alison Dilaurentis." says Hanna.

"Metaphorically speaking." Spencer quickly adds on.

"Uh ….and what exactly do you want me to do?" I asks nervously.

"We want you to be the girl to do it." Hanna says. "You're the one who's going to take her down."

Okay so this day just went from very bad….to kind of weird?

So that was chapter 2. Let me know what you think of it. Was it disappointing? Was it okay? I would love to hear your feedback. And again thank you for the ones who favorited and commented, that really made my life!