Chapter 2

"Alison?" Hanna asked quite flabbergasted. "As in Rosewood High's Queen B, Alison?"

"I guess" Emily replied. It was more of a question than a statement.

"You are crushing on Rosewood's Queen B?" Hanna asked, the smirk returning to her perfect full lips.

"Don't say it like that, Han" Emily whined as she wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater.

Hanna held her hands up in defeat. "I didn't do anything. It was just a simple question, nothing behind it. I'm actually not surprised, I've seen the way you look at her. But, she's not gay ... Is she?" Hanna questioned.

"Well, I don't know. I mean, we kissed-" Emily started before she was interrupted by a loud, surprised Hanna.

"You what!" Hanna screamed at the top of her lungs, making every other person in The Brew turn in their direction.

"Han, not so loud. We kissed, behind school. It was nothing special. Who am I kidding? I couldn't stop smiling, neither could she. But, we haven't spoken since so I don't know what to do. I mean, I want it to mean something, maybe to turn into something more, but she's barely looked at me since and I just don't know if she feels the same." Emily said in a shy tone.

"Go Emily Fields!" Hanna cheered. "You managed to change Rosewood's Queen B gay. No Queen B has ever liked girls. This must be a new achievement or something." Hanna said in a smug tone.

"I haven't turned her gay, Han. We just kissed. That's like me kissing Caleb and saying that I'm straight. It doesn't work that way. You have to feel a certain way, you know?" Emily replied slightly annoyed.

"Here's the beautiful blonde now," Hanna said a smile pulling at her lips. Emily turned to look in the same direction as Hanna. Her heart stopped. Her breath hitched. All she could see was perfection. There was Alison with her two whipped bitches. Spencer Hastings - Tall brunette with amazing legs. Field hockey goddess. Math, Physics, English, French, (every other subject you could think of) genius. Then there was Aria - Petite brunette with an amazing figure. Art master, writer, poet ... Everything to do with English literature she owns it.

They walked into The Brew like they owned the place. Alison in the front, with Spencer and Aria by her sides, but a pace behind. Alison ordered her regular morning coffee, with a cinnamon croissant. Alison felt staring, usually loving the attention, but these stares felt different. She turned to where they were coming from, and was met by two gazes, one accompanied by a smirk, and the other like a love sick puppy. She realised who the owners were instantly. The first one, Hanna Marin, best friend of Emily Fields. The second one ... Well ... Emily Fields, Ali's secret crush.

Ali held the brunettes gaze as a smirk pulled at her gorgeous heart shaped lips. Emily looked down at her hands, blushing the shade of a tomato. She looked back up after she felt her cheeks return to their normal temperature, to be met with a smile followed on by a wink, from none other than ... Alison DiLaurentis.

Hanna couldn't hold the giggle that slipped from her lips. She whistled at the sight before her. Rewarded by a blush from Alison, before she departed followed by her "friends".

"Alison," The small brunette started, "What's going on between you and that girl with the staring problem?"

"Her name is Emily" Alison shot back, hoping the two didn't notice the defence in her snappy tone. Alison took a deep breath before she continued. "Nothing is going on. She just helped me with something once. She made me feel better."

"That's what we're here for Alison. Not her. We're supposed to make you feel better, we're your friends. And, don't think we didn't notice the wink you gave her." Spencer said annoyed. Aria nodding in agreement, as they got into Spencer's Cadillac.

"You do get boring, you know? I do like a change every now and then. If you really were my friends you'd know that and you'd understand. Em, knows that."

After a few minutes of letting what the blonde had said sink in, Spencer broke the silence.

"Em? I'm sorry. Are we missing something?" Spencer said with her eyebrows raised. Quickly glancing at the blonde before turning her eyes back on the road.

"What could you possibly be missing? It's just a nickname. Nothing behind it." Alison said shifting slightly in her seat. The action didn't go unnoticed by Aria.

"Yeah, it's a nickname but it's a ... nickname. Like, a real nickname. That's not what you do, Alison. You're supposed to give losers names that will ruin their self-esteem and their entire high school experience." Aria said as Spencer pulled up in the schools parking lot.

"She's not a loser!" Alison all but screamed. "Can we just drop it!" Alison huffed as she got out of the car, slammed the door, and made her way up the steps which led to her Queendom.