Emily strolled into the cafeteria with a her lunch in a bag paper bag. The brunette's brown eyes scanned the room, looking for either a blonde queen or her three safe places.
Emily saw Aria sitting down and sighed in relief, glad to see her friends first. Emily walked to her friends and stood at their table.
"I was practically starving. This whole eating lunch at a scheduled time thing is not for me. Me and my stomach like our freedom," Hanna claimed before she took a bit of her mac and cheese on her plate.
Spencer looked up at Emily, "are you going to eat your lunch standing?"
Emily puffed, "I wish. I'm actually eating with someone else today. We have to have a quick, little talk." Aria took a sip out of her bottled water, "with who?"
Emily shifted her weight and quietly responded, "Alison."
"What?!"
"DiLaurentis?"
"Explain!"
Hanna, Aria, and Spencer all threw out at the same time, making Emily groan in annoyance. The brunette didn't want to meet with Alison as it is, so she definitely didn't want to talk about her either.
"We just have something to briefly discuss," Emily stated. Spencer put her fork down, "what could you possibly have to briefly discuss with Alison DiLaurentis?"
Emily sat down so she could talk quieter with her friends, "we just have something to talk about, seriously it's nothing important." Hanna took another bite of her lunch and replied with her mouth half full, "Alison just doesn't have non-important conversations, that's not how she works."
Aria handed Hanna a napkin, "she's right, Em. There's always a reason for everything that she does. Han, wipe your mouth."
Emily looked up to see Alison walking in the cafeteria and walking over to sit down at an empty table. Emily couldn't take her eyes off of the blonde, watching her sit and start to fix her salad.
"Emily, hello?!" Spencer snapped.
Emily quickly refocused back to her friends, "yeah, well, I have to go. I'll see you guys after school, right?" the brunette asked, getting up from the table. Spencer sighed, "we're going to get answers later, you're not off the hook." Emily turned to her friends and smiled quickly before walking off.
Alison looked up to see Emily sitting down across from her, "glad you could make it." Emily put her paper bag on the table and unpacked her sub, "I don't really think it was an option, more of an order."
Alison pushed her fork around in her salad, "but you came, didn't you?" Emily chuckled at Alison's words as she unwrapped her sandwich. The blonde raised her eyebrow at the brunette, "what?"
Emily looked back up at Alison, "as I recall you were actually the one who came." Alison playfully rolled her eyes, "you're a lot less mature than how I remembered you to be."
Emily played along with the blonde, "oh, you actually remember that night?" Alison couldn't help but to continue the player banter between the two.
"I remember a lot of things about that night," the blonde darkly said.
Emily felt her mouth dry at Alison's tone.
The brunette cleared her throat, regathering herself. "Why am I here, Alison?" Emily asked. "Because you want to be," Alison casually replied. Emily's eyebrows fused together, "I'm serious."
"Me too," Alison responded. Emily frustratedly replied, "I don't understand what you want out of this." Alison finished chewing on her bite of her salad and replied to the brunette, "you interest me."
"I'm not a game," Emily said.
"No, you just play them," Alison replied.
Emily put down her sub, confused from the blonde's comment, "what?" Alison pressed her fork in her salad, "after the night we met, I did my research on you. I know things about just about everyone in this school, even about the freshman who are barely even relevant. But the only thing I knew about you was that you are gay, but that's nothing because everyone knows that."
Emily raised her sub back to her mouth, deciding to eat while Alison talked.
"I needed to know more about you, that wasn't good enough for me. It turns out that you are a very well-known player, which makes sense, now that I look back at it. You have the looks, the charm, definitely the skills," Alison said, quickly smirking to herself at her last adjective, "and you didn't even bother to contact me not even once after we hooked up. I've never had that happen to me before. I want to know, am I just another girl?" Alison finished, looking directly into Emily's eyes.
Emily had never met anyone as bold and straightforward as Alison, especially barely knowing each other. The brunette leaned back in her chair, "I don't date, I hook up."
"So I am just another girl?" the blonde asked, repeating herself. Emily's face gave off no sign of expression, "I never said that."
"Seriously, we are not going down that path again. Do you ever just answer the question instead of beating around the bush?" Alison scowled. "Why are you even asking me this? You are straight, don't you remember saying that as well?" Emily blew back.
Alison felt her blood rise as she tapped her fingers on the table.
"Look, I don't know where you're going with this, or what your motive is, but I'm not going to be your little lesbian hook up secret, Alison. I was drunk that night, if I was thinking clearly, it wouldn't have happened. I don't mess around with straight girls. All they ever do is break your heart," Emily coldly stated.
Alison sarcastically barked a chuckle, "I told you I was straight and you still proceeded to fuck me like I was the last girl you were ever going to touch." Emily let out an aggressive sigh, "God, I just told you that I was drunk. It shouldn't have happened."
Alison flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulders, "so I guess I am just another girl, right?" Emily was tired of Alison's questions and her head was confused. She didn't understand what Alison was trying to get out of her or why she was even asking the questions in the first place. Emily frustratedly wrapped her sub back up and threw it in her paper bag, "I'm done here."
The blonde slightly raised her voice, "you're really not going to answer the question?"
Emily stood to leave the table as she looked burned her brown eyes through Alison's blue ones, "yeah, Alison. You were."
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Emily erased her sentence on the lines, wiping the pink little eraser marks off of her paper. The brunette sighed and propped her elbow up on the edge of Spencer's kitchen counter.
Emily hadn't been able to think straight since her last encounter with Alison. And what frustrated the brunette the most was that she didn't even know why Alison was still on her mind. Their hook up meant nothing to Emily. No hook up ever does.
Emily started writing back on the paper, only to erase it again. "Em, calm down," Spencer said, putting her hand on Emily's forearm, "you're going to burn a hole through that paper."
Emily looked up at Spencer and slowly put her pencil down, "sorry."
"What's going on with you, Em?" Aria asked. Emily sighed, "I don't know, I really don't."
Hanna closed her English book and grinned, happy that there was finally a conversation about something other than English homework, "let's talk about it."
"You don't really care, you just don't want to do work," Emily softly laughed. Hanna set her book off to the side, "that is not entirely true! But you are very right about the second part, so let's get on to it, what's bugging you?"
Emily bit her lip, "I can't give you an answer I haven't figured out for myself." Spencer walked to the refrigerator to grab the girls bottles of water, "well, we can help. What's it about?" Emily shook her head, "it's complicated."
"Complicated or private?" Aria asked. Emily looked at each of the three girls, "both." Spencer returned and put the bottles of water on the counter, "you don't have to tell us if you don't want to, we can just tell that something isn't right with you. It hasn't been all day."
"Are you having lady friend problems?" Hanna asked. Emily let out another soft laugh at Hanna's question, "not quite. Kinda. But not really."
Emily truly didn't know what type of problems she was having. It wasn't exactly "lady problems" as Hanna put it, but it was a problem that involved a girl, so technically it was a girl problem. The brunette's main problem was that for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about Alison, and it was starting to drive her insane. Every time Emily closed her eyes she swore she saw Alison's blue worlds.
Emily even caught herself thinking of Alison throughout the rest of her day. Remembering what the blonde's lips tasted like, how Emily's finger tips felt against her bare skin, the sounds of her moans in Emily's ear.
The thought of Alison was consuming Emily's brain and sanity.
"We're here when and if you're ready to talk," Spencer commented, "but if you aren't going to talk about it now, we need to get back to work so we can go ahead and finish this assignment."
Hanna groaned and opened her textbook back open. Aria lightly squeeze Emily on the arm, "you know we're always here for you." Emily gave the shorter brunette a reassuring smile, "I know, thank you."
Emily felt her phone vibrate and she picked it up from the counter. It was only a Twitter notification. The brunette didn't even check the social media alert, but noticed that her phone battery life was in the red.
Emily stood up from bar stool at the counter, "Spence, can I borrow your charger? I need to plug in my phone just for a bit so it won't die." Spencer nodded without taking her eyes up from her textbook, "yeah, sure. My charger is in my room on my bedside table."
Emily walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to Spencer's bedroom. When the brunette walked in her room, she immediately plugged her phone into the charger, setting it down on the table.
Spencer's window was open just enough to let the cool air in from outside. Emily walked over to the window, letting the cold air hit her face. The brunette saw a movement outside that caught her attention.
Emily fixed her eyes across the street to into Spencer's next door neighbor's house. The window curtains were open, allowing a clear sight into a bedroom. Emily saw a blonde girl with her arms wrapped around a dark haired boy's neck, kissing the guy.
Emily recognized the body and the long, curled blonde hair. It was Alison.
Emily's body tightened as she watched Alison with her lips pressed to the guy's mouth, his hands around her back. The brunette quickly backed away from the window, turning her back and walking away from the unappealing scene.
For some reason the sight made Emily lightheaded and her stomach drop.
Before going back downstairs, Emily took a deep breath and got herself together. What did she care? Emily had no emotional attachment to the blonde. Let her suck the guys lips off. She can even suck his penis for all Emily cared…or that she convinced herself she cared.
The brunette walked downstairs and back into the kitchen to find the girls working on their English assignment.
"Everything good?" Spencer casually asked. Emily forced a smile and picked up her pencil as she sat down at the counter, "yep."
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Alison walked to her front yard to get a book she had accidentally left in her car. When she shut her car door she saw Emily walking out of her neighbor's house.
The brunette looked up to see Alison looking at her with a blank expression. Emily brought her eyes back down to Spencer's driveway, avoiding eye contact with the blonde.
Alison locked her car and turned to face Emily, "seriously? We have to be this way? Ignoring each other like we don't exist?" Emily brought her eyes back up to face Alison, "hi, this is me noticing that you exist." The brunette walked to her car and proceeded to open her door.
Alison walked across of her driveway and into Spencer's. Emily stepped in her car, starting it, hoping the blonde would walk away.
Alison walked up to Emily's passenger door and tapped on the window. Emily silently cursed under her breath and rolled down the passenger window, "yes?" Alison raised her eyebrow, "it's thirty-three degrees outside and you're going to just let me stand outside of your car?"
Emily rolled the window back up and unlocked her car door. Alison heard the click of the door unlock and opened the door to sit inside of Emily's Jeep.
"You are such a princess," Emily said, her voice dashed with sprinkles of annoyance. Alison shut the car door and made herself comfortable, "nice car. I like the newer versions. I didn't think I would."
The blonde looked at the interior of Emily's Jeep while the brunette watched her blue eyes float around the automobile. Even though she wouldn't admit it, Emily kind of liked being in a closed area with Alison. It felt almost right.
"Any reason why you wanted to join me?" Emily asked. Alison brought her wondering eyes to Emily's chocolate pools, "just wanted to say hi. I figured two people could be on those terms after they defiled each other in a public setting."
Emily gripped the steeling wheel, fighting back the smile that wanted to spread across of her lips. The brunette then remembered what she had just seen Alison doing not too long ago.
"Don't you have a boyfriend or something?" Emily questioned. Alison titled her head, "not the last time I checked." Emily sarcastically chuckled, "you sure looked like it an hour or so ago while you were sticking your tongue down some guy's throat."
Alison expression tightened and Emily felt Alison's body language change. "How do you even fucking know that?" Alison defensively asked, her tone serious and sharp. Emily dropped her hands from the steeling wheel, "next time you want to have a make out session, make sure you're window's closed. A few seconds later and I would have witnessed you two having sex."
Alison crossed her arms and leaned back against the passenger door, "that was in the privacy of my room." Emily scuffed, "so you did have sex with him?"
"What does it concern you?" Alison shot back, her blue eyes turning into crystal daggers.
"Was he better than me?" Emily questioned, her voice strong and confident.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Alison spat. Emily kept her eye contact and tone strong with Alison, "so he was?"
Alison sat up straight, not daring to lose this battle with the brunette, "jealous?" Emily barked a dark laugh, "not a chance." Alison leaned forward, "really now?"
Emily kept her composure, "why would I be?" Alison slowly leaned closer, "because you are." Emily tried to avoid looking down at the blonde's lips, "I'm not." Alison smirked, her dimples executing from her cheeks, "you're already lying to yourself, you don't have to lie to me too."
Emily felt her body tense as the blonde got closer to her.
"Emily," Alison said so softly that it was almost a whisper.
"What?" Emily choked out, her sound now weak and most definitely a whisper.
Alison was so close to Emily's face that the brunette could see almost every shade of blue in her eyes. Emily surrendered her eyes and glanced down at Alison's lips.
"Just kiss me already," Alison mumbled, her voice low and deep.