Chapter 2:

Emily's POV

I'm sitting in the back of Mr. Smith's psychology class texting Alison. My hands are shaking almost violently, waiting for Alison to text back. You know if someone were to tell me in eighth grade that I would be this nervous just to text Alison, I would've laughed and said you're delusional.

I think about the good times we used to have playing house, going camping, going to her beach house during the summer, making up fantasie. what I really loved the most was the way we knew each other, just the little things like the way she played with her hair when she's nervous, the way her lip quivers when she's about to cry, or the way cute dimple popped up with you knew she was really smiling, and the way she laughs when she's truly happy. l could honestly say I missed that the most about her. I get brought out of my thoughts when I feel my phone vibrates.

Em: Hey.

Ali: Hey, what's up?

Em: Nothin bored out of mind.

Ali: Oh really? That's not what it looks like from here.

Emily looks up and across the at her confused. Ali stifles a laugh and nods her head at the teacher looking directly at her with a frustrated expression on his face. Emily looks over at Mr Smith waiting for his rant about the cellphone but to her surprise it doesn't come.

"Class I'm assigning you a project," he pauses and waits the class to finish groaning.

"for this project you have to really figure out yourselves and your partner as a person, and explain how they fit in society. Ms. DiLaurentis and Ms. Fields since you two have so much to say to each other, you should make the perfect partners for each other, meanwhile the rest of you find a partner and get to work" he say handing out the rubric for the project.

"So how did he know I was texting you?" Emily asks.

"Sorry about that he caught me and figured it was you that I was texting since you had your head in your desk too."

"Was I really that obvious?" Emily said a little embarrassed.

"If you call staring at the desk smiling and not noticing that the class watching, then yes I would say you were but more oblivious than anything." Alison giggles.

The bell rings for lunch and everyone rushes out of class.

"You wanna come over later to start on the project?"

"Yeah sure that'll be great." Alison says

"Do you need a ride?"

"Oh no you don't have to do that, I could ride with Mona or Spencer."

"It's okay Alison I don't mind, besides you're just across the street."

"Ok I'll meet you after school, see you later Emily." Alison says walking when she sees Cece coming towards them.

"See you..." I say but is interrupted by her girlfriend's lips on hers.

"Hey baby!" Cece says loud enough so Alison can hear her, burning a hole in the back of her head as she watches her walk away.

"Hey."

"Ready for lunch?" Cece asks

"Yeah, let's go" I say.

We walk to the cafeteria together and sit at our regular table with Hanna and Aria. I'm eating my salad in silence listening to Hanna's story when Cece leans over in my ear and tells me to delete the number. I look at her with confusion written all over my face. She just rolls her eyes and grabs my phone off the table and scrolls throw it. She turns the phone to me showing Alison's contact information on the screen, and deletes it. I look at her, shocked but I don't say anything because I know I won't win the fight. I finish my food quickly and excuse myself to the bathroom.

When I get to the bathroom I take out my phone look at my hand that has Alison's phone number on it and save it in my phone as Goldilocks, to throw Cece off. I wash the number off my hand and turn around to see Hanna walk in the door with a concerned look on her face.

"You okay Em?"

"Yeah I'm fine Han, really it's ok" I tell giving her a look that says I'll explain later. Getting the message she turns to leave but looks back and says

"Ok, but for the record she doesn't deserve you, she's just using you for your popularity to get what she wants." She leaves the bathroom without another word.

I walk out of the school and over to my bike trying to avoid my girlfriend. I look up to see Alison leaning on my bike looking at me with a smirk on her face.

"You know you make it look like you belong on my bike" I tell her.

"Well you know what they say."

"No I'm not quite sure I do, why don't you inform me."

"Every bike needs a girl who can hold it down just as good as the rider." Alison says.

"Oh really? And you can ride my bike as good as I can."

"No, I can ride better than you can."

"Have you ever driven a bike before?" I asked curiously.

"Nope."She says matter of factly.

"So how are you so sure you're a better rider?"

"Because you'll be a great teacher."

I turn around look at her and hand her the helmet, she leans forward and wraps her arms tightly around me bringing herself up against me.

"Well first things first, you have to understand how good your teacher is with this bike" I say revving up the bike and speeding away from school.

I pulled up to her house and she gets off the bike.

"You're a pretty good rider I must admit" she says

"Thanks, I'd think you'd make the perfect girl for my bike, especially since you match the driver" I say teasing her a little.

Alison looks down herself then Emily and finally notices that Emily has on the tougher version of her outfit, while she had the more feminine one. Noel had tried to get Alison to match him during a party to show Alison off, but she wasn't having any of that, she wasn't anyone's trophy. The idea of matching Emily on the bike gave her different feeling, a more possessive feeling, like the bike and it's driver wee hers and no one could give it that special look like she could.

"Earth to Alison!" I say after Alison spaced out.

She jumps, then looks at me blushing.

"Yeah sorry about the I got a little...distracted."

"It's ok." I say.

"Give me a minute and I'll be right over."

"Ok cool" I say.

I crank up the bike, she turns around and waves, I wave back leaving once she gets in the house.

I get go into the kitchen for a bottle of water, I leave to go up to my room, but then turn back around when I hear the doorbell ring. I rush to the door thinking that Alison is on the other end, but when I open the door it's not the blonde I was hoping to see. Instead it was my least favorite blonde of the day, my girlfriend Cece. She looks at me and she doesn't look too happy, but I let her in so we can get this rampage over with.

"What the hell was that at school today school?!" Cece yells.

"What was what?" I asked confused.

"Don't play dumb with me, why were you walking her to class and why was she writing her number in your hand."

"You were watching me!" I say angrily.

"Yes I was watching you flirt with that blonde bimbo, I don't know why talk to her she's been around the block so much, I heard even she's lost count of how many guys she's slept with, I guess Noel's just in it for another hit it and quit it." Cece says matter of factly.

"Don't talk about her like that!" I yell defensively.

"So you're defending that tramp now, oh let me guess she sucked you off when you went to the bathroom, is that why you were texting her during lunch? Answer me Emily!"

I look at Cece in disbelief, shocked that she would even say something like that.

"N-no! I was just walking her to class to make sure she was ok and I was using the bathroom, you can ask Hanna" I try to say calmly.

"Where were you after school, you know we always meet up after school." She says ignoring what I just said.

"I gave Alison a ride home." I say annoyed.

"SHE WAS ON YOUR BIKE!" Cece says turning red. " You've never even let me ride your bike but yet when that bitch wants to play damsel in distress and you just do what she wants you to do. DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT MAKES US LOOK, HOW THAT MAKES ME LOOK!" Cece says. "YOU KNOW WHAT DON'T EVEN ANSWER THAT. I don't have time for this I'm gonna be late for work." She says leaving without waiting for my reply.

And I wonder, could Hanna have been right about her?