Emily was completely dazzled by what the other girl just said. Did she used a pick up line on me?

She stood marvelous like a sun, probably proud at herself for dropping a pick up line like that. Are we even at a bar, like a bar bar? My eyes followed her moving to take a seat in front of me. She put a hand under her chin, studying me like a protozoa.

I can feel butterflies in my stomach, I blush and close my laptop down and put it aside to share a meaningful stare with this girl. Hours pass us by, not minding the crowd in the background, all I could think about is how gorgeous her smile that goes from east to west across her face. I reach for her hand, making gentle strokes. I made a mental note of her facial expressions as I study her face, how her eyes would wander to the left to right when she wants to avoid a topic, or how her brows scrunch if she doesn't get the answer she needed to hear. Also, the soft mumbling she makes if she's bored. We drink in the conversation until we drown ourselves in honey covered sweet nothing. We`ll go home hand in hand, and then kiss her when we get to her door.

Except all of that would only happen in my stories. Years and years of practice and I became immune with this kind of business, I've studied flirting closely since college to make sure I have firsthand experience, which I also use for my books. I'm appalled at how there are people who are really spontaneous conversationalist, those that could really push me to open personal things about me, at some point I ruled my phone number is something off limits, to avoid casualties. But I don't think otherwise with some people who are just totally annoying and just plain boring. I would often go on speed dating, I have dating websites. I`ve hanged out with men, women and bi-curious individuals. But I always leave my emotions locked and caged at home. Oh, I have to count those few times I had sex with a few women I went out with. I also have to include that in my studies, no I didn't say I never needed to get laid, I still need love `cause I`m just human… those nights however, aren't planned.

I sounded like a creep perv. But that`s the truth, not the creep perv part, but the study of human emotional interactions , which earned me a degree in Social Anthropology, and sold hundreds of copies of my first book. Now I'm on a break before I get my PhD and well on my way to my second book, and well interrupted by - distracted by Aphrodite herself. What is she doing here anyway.

"You can shake my hand or offer me to sit, yeah I think that's should be how to respond to flirting" whoa, the sound of her voice sent tingles down my spine. You have no idea what you are doing. So stop right now.

"You can sit here, alright." I replied with an extra sweet smile, she took her sit in front of me and that my cue to close my laptop gently, holding her gaze as I stood up. Clear my things and without a glance turn my back on a stunned Aphrodite. I can feel her eyes burning in my back so I walk as briskly as possible, swaying my hips seductively.

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The three girls got to their hotel room, flopped on their queen sized beds. They choose an iconic luxury boutique hotel perched at the highest part of the island, the suite comes with a en suite Jacuzzi, kitchenette and a bar, with a wide terrace facing the coast the view is glorious sight for sunrise. They have a direct access to the infinity pool below deck.

"My oh My… the irresistible Alison DiLaurentis, got turn flat faced down. In cold blood. You didn't even get her name?"

Alison slump back, arms on her chest and fuming. She can't decide whether to snark at Spencer, who is obviously enjoying a moment of victory. She just got turned down, yeah but she`s not the type who concedes. The brunette goddess just turned her back on Alison without a word. She was completely shocked at what the brunette had done, she was not prepared. This was the first, and might as well be the last time Alison got rejected. Not yet, technically.

"Stop being a pesky bitch, Spence. Go to bed. The Yacht will be early tomorrow."

"Don't dodge Ali; she really didn't even shake your hand? Nothing?"

"Yeah Ali, what did you tell her?" Aria now chimed in

"Pulled off a pick up line."

"You did what?" Spencer and Aria couldn't contain her laugh

"I`m really here to entertain you?"

"What line did you drop?" asked Aria

"Oh I know, is it the table of elements one? It got you laid twice, right?"

"No, something lame, just something light, i didn't want to go too strong."

"So what did you say to her that got her bolting out?" asked Spencer

"I just ask where the box is, and that I'm checking her out." Alison said casually.

"Gosh Ali, that's mental!" blurted Aria

"Thanks! I`m really glad I`m entertaining you two, go on, laugh all you want"

"That`s totally the most epic fail I`ve ever heard, that`s not even close to Jason`s parking ticket." Referring to that time when Jason got a ticket when he visited them in Princeton, but parked on the faculty assigned lot instead of the visitor`s.

"Who said these pick-up lines really pull off?" asked Aria frowning.

"Enough of it!" Alison snapped.

"Why didn't you start a conversation like a real human being, maybe she wouldn't bolt out on you." Spencer shaking her head in disbelief. Of all the things Alison can pull off, she thought to herself, a pick up line is something below Alison.

"No, seriously we have to go to bed, or I`m dragging your assess tomorrow."

"Okay, at least I get to go home to my car." Spencer squinted her eyes.

"Oh, no…we are so not done yet. I will look for her. And I will have your boxster after I have her completely wrapped around my fingers." Alison said confidently, now more determined than ever.

"Nah, I change my mind-"

"Your boxster and my townhouse downtown bay area… and I get her to bed before we leave." Holding Spencer in a challenge.

The brunette took a considerable amount of time to answer. Aria shifted from Alison to Spencer.

"Are you guys really serious about this?" when neither girls answered, she said, "Okay, I`m not picking a side but what will prove Ali slept with her?"

"I didn't take you for a pesky perv Aria. I don't do sex videos." Commented Alison under her breath, and Spencer snapped at a better idea.

"Her underwear! Right! Good job Aria. "and they high fived.

"But wait, it has to be used underwear."

"Yes, which will prove you had sex with her." Spencer agreed.

"Okay, so your boxster if I win, my townhouse if I lose, and Aria I want that mermaid painting, since you came up with the idea of being such a perv. Deal?" as she rolled her eyes at the two girls.

"Deal." They both agreed.

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Emily would normally be up before the sun rises, but being on a different time zone; her body is still tangled in the sheets. She argued to herself until she heard a low rumbling, she realized she hadn't eaten last night, all too caught up at finishing a chapter she`s working on.

She fixed herself something to eat before scanning her laptop. During the day she would do all her normal activities, she`ll start with running, then yoga. She would relax and soak in the tub while reading or she would scan edit her work. But today, she's doing neither. For a change, she`s into the mood being outdoors, if there`s a few things she loves for certain it`s swimming and travelling. She liked the diversity of culture in different places she`s been. Fascinated with different language or dialect a country has, she would often hire a translator, and then try to learn as much as she can from the natives. She believed that we live in a huge complex world, we have different languages, and even a country can be divided by a dialect, governed in different laws, but universally related. Free of own will, and one can only be limited by own-self. She advocates sui generis.

When she was young she would ask her father why nations are divided. Why different states have different laws. Now, she understood equality, the beauty of being non-conformist. Or bringing and having your own idea, own governance about how you think and judge things as you perceive.

After she showered she changed into a bikini in case she ruled to jump into the sea later on, she put on a rainbow beach dress that perfectly emphasize her long lean athletic thighs. Its string hung loosely on her shoulders exposing her gorgeous crevice and long neck. She braid her long silky hair to one side and put on flat sandals, she`ll be walking to the market street and maybe trek up the hillside to dive. She can never miss this chance to dive thirty feet above sea water, where ever she goes and it`s sea side, she would look for the cliff. If it's not rocky she would dive, she loved diving to the waters, and she loved the adrenaline rush before and during the fall. The feel of plunging to the water accelerates her heart beat; it makes her feel reckless and wild. It`s like coming into a sexual release that no lover ever has done for her.

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Alison lay on her front, savoring the feel of the warm sun on her back at the top front of the deck. Spencer and Aria contented themselves on the plush sun bed, just below the deck. They rented a medium yacht for a week where they would roam around the island. It`s equipped with a supplies that will last them for a week partying, they invited a few people they met back in their hotel for a small off shore party tonight. Spencer will maneuver the yacht, since back in Philly her dad owned a boat and they often go on a cruise.

Alison got up to get something to drink to hydrate herself with; she passed by a sleeping Spencer and Aria finishing a book.

"Do you want something to drink Ar?"

"Nope, I`m good… but could you pass on the whipped cream instead? I`d like to surprise Spencer when she wakes up." Alison caught the glint of mischief in Aria`s tone, she looked for the whipped cream by the cupboard. On her way back after fixing herself a drink and handling Aria the can of whipped cream she sought for, something caught her vision.

At the peak of the cliff, Alison saw someone moving towards the edge, it looked like the person is trying to gauge the depth of the fall. She watched suspiciously, what if the person- a girl, it trying to jump off suicide? She examined the surroundings, the edge is not rocky, so she will survive the fall but the water is too deep she might drown in the waves. Her mind is racing, pondering whether or not to save the girl.

She rushed to the control panel and maneuvered the yacht towards the cliff, they are more or less 3 kilometers from the edge, when she saw the girl head dived without a thought she was convinced it was a suicide. So she throttled faster and stopped abruptly when she felt she was near enough so she can search for the body, she will not stand witness to some idiot who rejects the beauty of life.

"Ali, what the hell are you doing?" Spencer awoken to a sudden movement of the boat.

"There`s a girl by the cliff, look!" she shouted back. Both girls looked at where she was pointing at.

"She looked like she`s committing suicide, we have to save her!"

Alison went to the deck and circled frantically trying to locate where the girl might be coming up. She couldn't make up which way so she stepped up the railings and nosedived to the sea.

"Ali!" called Aria and Spencer.

Alison swam near the edge of the cliff where the girl dived. She swam up to get air and looked around.

She still found nothing. She dived again, trying to plunge deeper and covering wider search.

When she needed air she ascends, and finally she caught sight of a body floating up.

She swam towards the body hurriedly, she grabbed it and tried to yank it away but it just pushed her away.

"Hey, it`s okay. Don't do this, whatever it is that you`re going through, it pass one day. It`ll be alright, don't fight. I`m trying to save you!"

"What!? I`m not trying to kill myself!" the girl writhe from Alison. "You really are the kind that don't take no for an answer?"

"Oh, what the fuck!" is all that Alison can say when she faced the accusing look of the girl she tried to save.

seriously? no love for me?

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leave a review darlings. lemme know if i should stop. but i personally thinks this story is really going to be a good one. it`s AU by the way.