"How could she have been so stupid not to tell me?"

"I knew. . ."

"And you didn't tell me?"

Three Months Before.

After dinner, Ali and the others had decided to watch a movie(mainly talk.) and I still remained to stay in my room. I didn't want to see Emily nor Alison right now. How could Ali not tell Emily about me(I talk about Alison to my friends all the time.) and why did she lie about hooking up with Emily(it's not like I would have cared back then.)? Well, that one's easy.

Because she's Ali.

Emily was right about one thing. Alison was a really good liar, but she never lied to me. She told me everything, at least, I thought she did. After all this, I don't know what to believe. It was easy dealing with the fact that she already knew Emily, but the fact that they hooked up(multiple times.), is a really big deal, especially since I think I have a crush on her.

Who wouldn't have a crush on her?

Emily is freaking perfect. Everything about her was freaking perfect.

There was a faint knock on the door and I looked towards it, now remembering that I was in my room. The door creaked as it opened slowly, and my heart stopped as Emily's head peeked in my room. A smile appeared on her face and she said, "Alison gave me permission to come up and talk to you."

I scoffed. "You don't need permission to talk to me, Emily." And with the roll of my eyes, I continued. "And you can come in."

Emily pulled the rest of her body inside my room and closed the door. She then made her way over to me and sat on the bed. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry I exploded on you. I'm just. . . so confused and I don't like getting confused."

"I understand."

"You do?" Emily said with a hint of a smile on her face.

"No," I paused with a smile, "Not really. I just wanted you to stop apologizing." Then my smile soon turned into a soft laugh, then back to a smile as I watched Emily's face light up with her perfect smile. I sighed as Emily's fingered rest beside mine. We were both now sitting side by side on my bed.

"I wonder how our hands would look together," I whispered, my eyes immediately shutting as I realized what I had just said. "I'm sorry," I whispered again, "Sometimes I don't control what's coming out of my mouth."

"I completely understand," Emily chuckled, "I had that same problem when I first met your sister." I could hear her breath hitch in her throat and a few seconds after, I could feel the shockwave of disappointment that overcame my body.

My head fell and I cleared my throat, deciding to pretend like I didn't hear that. "So, uh what school are you at now?" I asked, gaining the confidence to look her dead in her perfect, coffee filledeyes.

"Terrace Heights High School in Philly." (A/N: Not a real high school. . . I think.) She smiled. "Graduating in four months," Emily squealed in excitement and I couldn't help but giggle. Emily's cheeks lit up. "Sorry. . . what college did you apply to?"

My eyebrows rose and I sighed deeply. "I got accepted in Princeton. Ali and I decided to be close to each other. I originally wanted to go to UPenn, but Princeton is good too. . .I want my sister to be happy." I was now staring at my painted door, but my view was soon replaced with Emily's face again; her perfect face.

"Wow, I wish I was smart enough to get into Princeton or UPenn," Emily replied, her voice low and rusty.

"But you got into Danby." I exclaimed. "You don't need to be a know-it-all like me because then you'll be adding thirty new personality traits."

"Oh yeah?" Emily smirked softly. "Like what?"

"Uh," I tapped my index finger on my chin and stared at the ceiling, then all of a sudden. . . lightbulb! "Brattiness, bitchiness, cockiness, you'll become a slight bit OCD. . ."

"I have all, but one of those personality traits." Emily interrupted me, her voice at a whisper. I turn my head towards her to see her already staring at me. It wasn't a creeper out stare, but it was more of an amazed stare. "I'm not a brat." She added with a chuckle, "I haven't seen the bratty Spencer yet."

"Well maybe because you've only known me for a day," I paused, my eyebrows furrowing. "Wait, so you've seen my need to be clean?" I asked, with a smile and watched as Emily took a good look at my room with a lopsided grin spread across her face.

"Have you seen your room?" Emily asked, rhetorically and stood from my bed. She then started walking around the room, but paused at the bookshelves of books. "The Outsiders? Oh my god!" She practically screamed. "I love this book!"

A smirk spread across my face. "Look at the last page."

I watched Emily's facial expression as she flipped to the back of the book. Her mouth gaped and she looked between the book and myself. "How the hell did you get this?"

This as in the author's autograph. I chuckled. "When I found out that she was coming to my town, I couldn't turn down the opportunity to go see her and get her to sign my book. I even got a picture." I bragged, standing up from the bed and walking over to my dresser, pulling out the picture of me and S. E. Hinton herself. Emily snatched the picture from my hands in excitement and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You are a total rock star, Spencer Hastings!"

My heart skipped a beat. "You remembered my full name?" Emily smiled,

"Yep," She beamed, her eyes returning to the picture. "You look really pretty in this picture, and so does she."

The heat rose to my cheeks and I decided not to say anything, I just stood there in amazement at the beautiful girl in front of me. "And you look really pretty right now." I said, my head falling. "Shit." I mumbled under my breath.

Emily chuckled. "I'll excuse you this time, but next time I'll be looking for something more true." She rolled her eyes. "Everybody calls me pretty and I just don't get what they're looking at."

I laughed. "Emily, are you kidding me?" I asked, incredulously. "This time I understand what words are coming out of my mouth; you're fucking beautiful, okay? And whoever made you think that you're not, they are major idiots." I walked towards Emily, letting my mind do all the work. My hands fell onto both sides of her face. "You're beautiful and I will tell you that every day until you actually believe me. You are beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, all of the above."

Emily's eyes shut and just as I was about to move my hands, she placed her hands on top of mine. Her eyes opened and connected with mine. "Thank you," she smiled softly and I only nodded. "I don't see your brattiness yet." She explained.

"Just watch." My hands slid from her face, but she still hadn't let them out of her grip. She took my hands in hers, and intertwined them. My heart beat quickened as I stared down at them.

"They really do look good together," Emily smiled, looking shyly at me. "Don't you agree?"

"Uh. . . I. . ." I stuttered. "Maybe?"

"Maybe?" Emily teased, squeezing them tighter.

"Yes."

The door opened slowly and Emily and I quickly pulled away from each other. Alison's body came into full view as she stepped into the room. "Oh hey," She smiled weakly. "Uh Hanna and Aria wanted to sleepover, I just wanted to see if it was okay with you, Spence?"

I shrugged, nervous scraping over my body. "Well, uh, duh Ali." I smiled nervously, avoiding eye contact with my blonde sister. Ali only nodded and sighed once more before leaving out my room and shutting the door, leaving Emily and I alone again.

"I should probably get going," Emily said, her voice at a whisper, but not really at a whisper.

I nodded, "Okay, see you later, Em."

She opened her arms for me to hug and I did, with a goofy grin plastered onto my face. "Goodnight." I laughed.

"Goodnight Spence,"

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