Loosely based on the T.V and Book Series, Pretty Little Liars.
Disclaimer: Anybody or any scenarios that seem familiar, I don't own.
For people who know of the series, this is who's who:
(More have been added since the last chapter, sorry.)
Hanna Marin – Maryse Ouellet.
Aria Montgomery – Candice Michelle Beckman.
Emily Fields – Eve Torres.
Spencer Hastings – Michelle McCool.
Alison DiLaurentis – Trish Stratus.
Ezra Fitz – Randy Orton.
Mona Vanderwaal – Alicia Fox.
Sarah McCool – Melissa Hastings.
Nick Beckman – Mike Montgomery.
Ben Coogan – Chris Masters.
Danielle Beckman – Ella Montgomery.
Jackson Beckman – Byron Montgomery.
Adrianna Torres – Mrs. Fields.
More characters will be introduced later in the story.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and now here is chapter 2! Thanks so much for all your reviews guys, keep 'em coming! ;)
Anyway. This will be a bit different then how it was portrayed originally, just so you know. Please enjoy and remember to leave reviews.
"Eve! It's time to get up!" Eve's mother, Adrianna Torres called from the foot of the stairs. Adrianna's voice echoing through the hall and into Eve's room as Eve now begins to stir. Eve groaned in a frustrated tone, not wanting to leave her bed and return to school – especially on a day like this. Eve hugged the sheets that were draped around her tightly, as she tangled herself within them. Adrianna let out a small sigh, acknowledging that it would be a difficult day for her daughter.
Adrianna began to slowly walk up the stairs to her daughter's bedroom. Eve could hear her mother's footsteps hit the clear coated floorboards, yet she didn't move at all. She just laid there, numb, her eyes open drowsily as memories of that night played over in her head. Eve pulled the covers closer to her chest and sighed when her mother seated herself beside her on the edge of the bed and slowly ran her hand over Eve's long locks.
"If you don't want to go, Eve, you don't have to. I know today's a big day for you and everyone." Adrianna told her daughter with a flat smile. It was the one year anniversary of Trish's disappearance. Eve hadn't come to terms with it all and she feared that she never will. Eve had a feeling – as strangely as it may sound to people – that Trish was still out there. She tried to get over it, she really did, but she always just had that hope that Trish was still alive, somewhere.
"No. I'll go. It's the first day, I don't think it would be good to miss anything." Eve confessed as she lifted herself up from her previous position, so she was beside her mother. "It's going to be hard, on all of us. I just wish that we were all as close as we use to be, you know?" Eve told her mother. "I mean, apparently Maryse and Michelle still talk a fair bit and I just feel like outcast in it all. I only have the dancing team and even then, we're not that close." Eve admitted as she lightly shook her head. "It all sounds stupid and idiotic, I know. I just wish Candice was here; it would be easier."
Adrianna sighed and pouted lightly as she noticed the disappointed look on her daughters face. "Well, don't isolate yourself today, sweetheart. It's going to be hard for you yes, but it will be just as hard on the other girls as well. Maybe you all should sit together at lunch?" Adrianna suggest with a small smile, believing her suggestion was indeed valid. Eve looked up at her mother and raised her brow. "What?" She shrugged.
Eve shook her head once more, laughing mockingly at her mother. "Mom. We can't just sit together. We're not what we use to be. Maryse has Alicia and all the popular girls, Michelle has…" Eve trailed off, thinking of the right words to comprehend. "Her books and her blackberry?" Eve shrugged with a small smile; everyone knew Michelle all too well. Adrianna laughed softly at her daughter's statement also. Eve sighed once again as she pursed her lips out to the side. "And Candice… well, she has her family."
Adrianna nodded, understanding full well what her daughter meant. "Why don't you get ready and I'll make breakfast and then I'll drive you to school?" Adrianna offered with a small smile as Eve looked up at her a smiled, nodding her head softly. "Okay great. Now you go have a shower while I get breakfast done." Adrianna suggested as Eve nodded once more as if to agree with her request. Eve pulled her mother in for a quick embrace.
"What do you say we do something tonight? Just you and me?" Adrianna suggested as she jerked her head towards her daughter as the two exited their front yard. Eve was showered, dressed and had eaten breakfast, now ready for the day ahead; though she was dreading it. Eve was in her own little world at the moment, thinking about, well, do we even have to mention her name? "Eve?" Eve's mother questioned, snapping Eve bad into reality. Eve glanced up at her mother, shaking her head slightly as if to shaky off her cloudy thoughts. "Did you hear what I said?" Adrianna questioned as she opened the gate to walk through.
"Uh yeah." Eve said with a nod. "And it sounds perfect." She told her mother with a bright smile. Adrianna smiled back at her daughter and climbed into her car. Eve was quite a bit behind and before she could walk through the gate, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
It was the days' paper; and the headline? Trish Stratus. Eve paused and reverted her frame in a 90 degree motion as she squatted down and picked up the 'Rosewood Observer.' Eve couldn't take her eyes off of the cover story. After skimming through the context before Eve's eyes fell on the blown up picture of Trish. She was smiling as bright as the sun and her long, light locks cascaded down her back and chest – her smile could make anyone weak in the knees and that including the Latina beauty that was holding the slightly crinkled papers within her finger tips.
"Eve?" Adrianna called out from the car. Eve's head snapped in her mother's direction. "Ready to go?" Eve glanced back between her mother and the newspaper, before gently placing it back in her yard and hurrying to the large, black SUV. Once Eve had climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself up, Adrianna placed the car into drive and applied pressure to the accelerator and took off.
"So how are you and Christopher doing?" Adrianna asked her daughter as she quickly glanced at her, while they made the short journey to Rosewood High School. Eve suddenly straightened her composure at the mention of Chris' name. Adrianna didn't seem to notice Eve's reaction to the sound of her boyfriend's name.
"We're fine." Eve lied. Who was she to kid; she and Chris were barely hanging by a thread, not that he would ever notice. "He's just busy with swimming and I've been busy with dancing." Eve responded as she leaned down and picked up a maxim magazine that was lying under her feet. Eve opened the magazine up to any random page and glanced towards her mother who had nodded. "Have you heard anything from dad?" Eve questioned quietly as she pretended to study a picture on one of the pages. Adrianna winced slightly before she began straightening her composure. It was definitely still a sensitive topic for the two of them. Eve had learned to keep her feelings and emotions bottled up after Trish's disappearance, so she didn't show as much pain at the thought of her dad, though it did pain her deeply.
"Nothing yet." Adrianna simply replied, obviously not wanting to elaborate on the touchy topic. The next two minutes of the car ride were spent silently; neither of the two spoke. Eventually Adrianna pulled up to Eve's school. Eve placed the magazine down on the floor before opening her door; sharing a quick embrace with her mother, Eve said her goodbyes and was on her way. "Eve!" Adrianna called from the car, causing Eve's head to whip around. "Take it easy today, okay?" Adrianna advised earning a nod from Eve.
Eve snapped her head around and studied the school building she had visited too many times. As Eve was searching for anyone from the dance team, her eyes fell on a certain familiar face. A smile soon appeared on Eve's face as she began to approach a certain brunette whose head was in space.
A few minutes earlier.
Candice grabbed her bag from between her feet and pulled the strap over her shoulder and opened her car door, only to be stopped by her father. "Hey." He said lightly as he gently grabbed her arm. "I love you, Candice." Jackson admitted as his eyes darted to the ground. "You know that right?" He questioned Candice, who hesitantly nodded. "And I love your mother."
Candice looked into her father's eyes before sighing heavily. "Do you?" She questioned with a furrowed brow. She had been asking herself that question for months. Did her father really love her mother? If he did, then why did he do what he did? It never made any sense to Candice, and to this day she still bothered herself with trying to figure it out herself, though it was quite pointless.
Jackson sighed also as he looked up at his daughter. "I made a mistake, alright." Jackson paused as his vision moved to the steering wheel, not daring to look at his daughter. "And I will have to live with that mistake for the rest of my life, Candice." Jackson continued as his eyes now made contact with Candice once more. "I just hope one day that you will be able to forgive me."
Candice pushed her door open as she still remained eye contact with her father. "I hope so too." She simply said before stepping out of the vehicle. Jackson sighed. He wanted nothing more than to move on from the mistake he made, even though it seemed so impossible. Something like that wasn't so easily forgotten, no matter how much you try and push it away and forget about it. It was undeniable nor was it easy to deal with, it was something that Jackson could never forgive himself for.
Jackson began to ease out of the parking space as Candice's eyes watched as he left. Candice's eyes fell on the back window of the car and that was when a flashback of that horrible day came in mind.
"Candice! Trish! Hey guys! Wait up!" Alicia's pleads were heard by the two girls as they made their way down the pathway with their frozen yoghurt in hand. "Guys! Please wait up." Alicia begged as Trish chuckled contently.
"Do you hear Alicia?" Trish pointed out as she didn't even glance at her. Candice turned her head slightly and noticed Alicia out of the corner of her eye. "God, when will she get a clue? What a loser." Trish continued with a smirk.
"Maybe we should wait for her." Candice suggested as she was feeling sorry for the outcast. Trish, instead did the opposite and pulled Candice down into an open alley way. Alicia watched as the two girls hurried away and she was left alone in the cold. Alicia crossed her arms over her chest and scurried away with a pout on her lips. The two girls disappeared into the alley way giggling before Trish took sight of Candice's car.
"Isn't that your dads car?" Trish questioned as she pointed the end of the spoon at the car. Candice glanced over at where Trish mentioned and notice her father making-out with a blonde, who was most definitely not her mother.
"Candice?" A voice called as it snapped her back into reality. Candice's head snapped around as she noticed her old friend, Eve Torres.
"Eve!" Candice said as the two shared a tight embrace. God, it was so long since Candice had seen Eves face. It was great to see her. Candice smiled as they both pulled away and Eve's eyes scanned over Candice, taking in how different she looked.
"When did you get back? It's been so long! You should have called." Eve told Candice as she stared at her in disbelief. "I really can't believe you are standing in front of me right now." Eve added with a bright smile. Eve couldn't describe how good it was to see her friend.
Candice chuckled lightly at her ex-best friends' reaction. "Well, I got here yesterday actually." Candice said with a small nod as the two began walking towards the high schools entrance.
"I almost didn't recognize you." Eve pointed out as she held her school bag tightly in place as she spoke. "I believe the last time we saw each other, you had a pink strip through your hair." Eve said to Candice with a playfully grin on her lips. Candice rolled her eyes playfully and nodded, as she the two giggled. "Do you remember that?" Eve teased, oblivious to the fact that Candice had caught on.
"Yeah well…" Candice began with a small stutter as she attempted to explain her ignorant decision all that time ago. "When your parents want you to be yourself, and you don't know who you are, things tend to get…" Candice's voice trailed off again as she used her hands to motion her head.
Eve chuckled slightly and nodded before her tone turned more solid. "Well, you should have called. It's so weird just running into you here like this."
Candice paused her a moment while her features dropped. "Eve, we sort of lost touch, remember?" Candice sighed as she placed a few strands of hair behind her ear "I think it was what we had to do." Candice explained in a hushed tone as her eyes fell to the ground. "I saw a poster of Trish yesterday." Candice pointed out as she sighed again.
"It's awful." Eve said. "I saw the newspaper today." Eve told Candice, who nodded. The two teenagers fell silent as they almost reached the steps. Eve opened her mouth to speak but felt a lump slowly forming in her throat. "I mean…" Eve began as she struggled to get the words out of her throat. "We all know she's dead, right?" Eve eventually chocked out as she glanced at Candice.
Candice paused at the end of the steps and turned to Eve, who was standing on the first step. "I guess. I've just never heard anyone say it." Candice responded as she followed Eve up the steps and towards the entrance to the school.
Eventually Candice and Eve were entering their English class room that was slowly starting to pile up with students. "So I hear the new teacher is really hot." Eve pointed out to Candice as they both took their seats. Candice giggled softly at Eve's mocking eyes when she spoke about the teacher and seated herself in her chair.
Once Candice had seated herself down in a chair, she noticed a somewhat familiar blonde strut into the classroom with more confidence than there was water in the ocean. Candice's eyes widened as her jaw dropped slightly. Was that really who she thought it was? No, it couldn't be. Or could it? "Is that…?" Candice questioned Eve as she signalled the stunning blonde without even having to say her name. Eve's eyes switched between both beauties before nodding.
"She's the 'It' girl now." Eve told Candice, who just sat there completely gobsmacked. Just then another familiar girl strutted into the room to join Maryse with an arrogant grin on her face. Eve sighed. "And where there is Maryse… there is Alicia."
"That's Alicia?" Candice gasped in shock at the sight of the once, geeky outcast. Candice's vision didn't obstruct until she noticed Eve nodding out of the corner of her eye. "Wow." Was all Candice could manage before she shook her head in disbelief. Maryse looked over at the two girls and gave Candice a small wave before turning the other way, not even bothering to give Candice a second glance. Candice held her open palm up to wave back before she was suddenly taken back by Maryse's apparent new 'attitude'. "What's with her? Are you two fighting or something?" She asked Eve as she turned to her.
Eve sighed. "We didn't just fall out of touch with you, Candice." Eve began before glancing down at her book. "We all fell out of touch with each other." She spoke before she opened her textbook. As she did that, Michelle McCool walked in and smiled at the French-Canadian, who smiled back. "They're not so close, either." Eve told Candice as she too looked up at the blonde.
Candice nodded. "So they're friendly, but not friends?" Eve nodded along with Candice before the bell rang and it was time for glance. Candice reach down into her bag and got out another book needed for the class and placed it on her wooden desk. As Candice was too focused on her books, the young teacher stepped into the classroom and placed his things on the desk upfront and began to write his name on the black board in white chalk. Once 'MR. ORTON' was written in calligraphy handwriting, Randy turned around with his coffee mug in hand.
Candice wasn't even aware of what was going on until, Randy caught sight of the brunette and his eyes widened as he spoke "Oh, holy crap." Which caused the class to follow his gaze and land on Candice. Once Candice felt so many pairs of eyes on her, she reluctantly looked up, her eyes looking around the class room momentarily, before they locked with a certain pair of ocean blue hues. Candice's jaw dropped slightly as she thought back to that night in the bar.
"Wow, Candice." Randys deep voice spoke as he settled his drink down on the bar. "You're so amazing. You do know that right." He told her as he looked deep into her eyes. Candice bit down slowly on her bottom lip and gazed back into his eyes, feeling herself melt. "I really think I'd like to get to know you better." Randy smiled at Candice, which made her feel like she was about to collapse on the floor right then and there.
Candice nodded at Randy. "I think I'd like to get to know you better, too." She said as she bit down even more on her lip, which if she had of bit down any harder of, she would have drew blood.
Somehow, someway – though it was a blur to Candice – the two found themselves in the pubs bathroom. Randy held Candice in his arms as he smashed his lips against Candice's lips passionately. Randy spun himself around so that Candice's back was to the mirror and lifted the featherweight on top of the sink, their lips not pulling apart for a second. Randy slowly pushed past Candice's obliging lips and massaged his tongue over Candice's. To Randy, her mouth was like ecstasy to him; everything at that moment didn't even matter to Randy nor did it matter to Candice.
Just then Candice felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Her eyes lingered on the slightly older man for a few more seconds before their gazes broke and Candice reached down for her sidekick. Candice opened the text message and read over the screen as her eyes began to widen slightly.
Candice: Maybe he fools around with his students all the time. A lot of teachers do. Just ask your dad.
- T.
"What? Who's T?" Candice spoke in a low tone to herself, hoping nobody heard her words. How could someone know that about me, when Trish was the only person who ever knew that about me? Candice asked herself as she heard Randy clear his throat, which caused her to snap back into reality.
"I'm Mr. Orton." Randy spoke to the class as his eyes wondered across the faces seated before him. Randy's eyes suddenly moved to Candice and lingered for a few moments before he opened his mouth to speak once more. "I'm your new English Teacher." He explained with a small nod, his gaze finally moving from Candice.
A/N: I hope you guys like! :) Sorry it wasn't as long as the last one, this was so hard to write. I kept putting it off, so yeah. That's why it isn't as long as the last chapter.
Sorry there wasn't the 'introduction' to Michelle and her life, like there was with the other three girls, but that should be next chapter. Once again, thanks for all your reviews.
It means a lot, really. It honestly does.
Next Chapter – We take a closer look at Michelle and Maryse, as well as who has moved into Trish's house.