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Alison could not believe what had happened in the process of three days since the Californian moved into her school. Because it was her school. She knew it! Since, the day the tall, confident brunette sat in front of her with that rebellious glint in her eyes, that she was nothing but trouble. Okay, Alison admitted that she had been more than mean to some of the outcasts of Rosewood High. She also admitted that she had been needlessly rude to the Angelena, when she accidentally sat in her table.

Could she see it justified that some of those kids Alison had bullied were furious with her? Yes.

But was what she did to Emily really that bad?

Alison could not understand why the girl would pull a stunt like what she did on Wednesday.

But as much as Alison wanted to be 100 percent furious with the brunette, she did have to admit the girl saved her from the deranged boy. Who knows what could have happened if she had not gotten there in time. That moment was a rollercoaster of emotions. First she was terrified, and when she saw Emily she felt relief, then when the brunette lost it, Alison had felt terrified all over again. She was glad that was over, but the days that followed were not significantly better.

The same day the chaos ensued, Alison wasted no time talking with Mona and Noel as to what they were going to do. They had to find a way to intimidate or win over the school again. Mona, and Alison had come up with what they thought was a good plan. They would go to school, and be nice, but still confident, just to reassure everyone who was in charge. The next day came, and even though they had tried to be pleasant, no one was buying the act. The girls were met with shoves, and insults in the hallways. Some losers even spit at them as they were making their way to English.

Alison along with Mona and Noel, had to leave school early as everyone around them kept getting increasingly hostile.

Alison was not going to escape this one as easy as she had thought, apparently the anger Emily had evoked in the students was not a phase. They were sick of her, so the reasonable thing was to take some time off.

Then after her car had been keyed, and the windows broken, her mom had gone to talk to the school, and asked that they give Alison at least two weeks off.

If she was being honest, Alison was scared. She did not know what these people were capable of. She wanted to think that the less people saw of her, the more their anger would dissipate, and soon would be forgotten. She wanted to hope things would not continue to escalate.

Friday, she had gone to the Californian's house. She wanted to talk to her. What she would say, she did not know. But she just had to confront her. She wanted Emily to look her in the eyes, drop the sarcasm, and tell her what her long-game plan was.

At first, she had believed Emily when she said she wasn't trying to rule the school, but that quickly faded the moment she formed that stupid "protest" in school. Something was up, Alison played these games. Emily didn't randomly do what she did, she had thought it out.

But what was it?

The blonde doubted Emily wanted the school for herself, she didn't seem like the type, but then again she hardly knew her.

Which brings her back to the necessity of talking to Emily, and only having the door closed in her face by the brunette's mother.

The younger DiLaurentis had a simple strategy going forward. She would thank Emily, and then beat her at her own game.


"Fuck." Hanna choked out. She was struggling to breathe steady. The blonde had never experienced so much pleasure in sex, as she was in the moment. No one came close to the tan beauty pressed on top of her.

Emily had Hanna's right leg wrapped around her waist, as she used her hips to steadily help push her fingers deep inside the blonde. She knew Hanna was close. She was withering below her, and her nails began applying more sharp pressure on the back of Emily's neck.

One of the blonde's hands was pressing against the headboard, and with every hard thrust, it would crash into the wall.

It was a good thing her mother was not home, because Hanna was kind of loud. "I'm…going…cum." Her brain had turned to putty, and her tongue didn't seem to work for anything else, but exploring Emily's mouth as she pulled the tan girl down to kiss her.

Emily loved seeing Hanna like this. Beneath her. Moaning and groaning. The blonde's breast bouncing against her own. Her white skin marked by Emily's attacking mouth.

So close.

"Come," Emily commanded in a whisper by Hanna's ear. She turned to meet Hanna's eyes, but they were closed in ecstasy. "Open your eyes. Open, or I'll stop."

The tan beauty slowed down her rhythm, and Hanna opened her lust-filled eyes. "Please."

Emily flicked her tongue over Hanna's top lip, and then began kissing the blonde profusely; she took the blonde's bottom lip between her teeth, and bit it just enough to cause the girl beneath her to hiss. "I want you to look at me as you come." Emily's voice was low, and husky, and when she looked at Hanna with eyes full of hunger as she spoke those words, Hanna got ridiculously wetter. Ridiculously fervent.

Now that the brunette had Hanna's complete attention she regained her prior pace, this time she applied more pressure to the tiny circles she was drawing on Hanna's clit with her thumb, as two fingers entered Hanna's center.

It didn't take long.

Hanna's back began arching from the bed, and she moved her nails from digging on the back of Emily's neck to scrapping Emily's skull, when she took a handful of her dark-brown locks. "Fuck…Em…God, I'm coming." Emily felt Hanna begin to tighten more, and more around her fingers, then the blonde's walls completely enclasped her. Hanna let out an animalistic pleasurable groan from the back of her throat. Her body would have arched completely off the bed if it weren't for the weight of the tan beauty above her.

Emily continued to move her fingers as much as she could inside of Hanna's tight pussy, making the blonde whimper as she rode off her orgasm.

Hanna's eyes were closed again, and her face was decorated with a lazy smile.

"Hanna, you okay?" Emily whispered.

Hanna only nodded, and made a small sound of approval.

"Can't you speak?" The brunette's amusement was evident in her voice.

The blonde only shook her head. Emily laughed, and turned to lay beside Hanna. The other girl immediately searched for Emily's warmth, still with her eyes closed.

The tan girl froze when Hanna cuddled against her. The gravity of the situation had just hit her. This was Hanna, who until less than an hour ago, Emily thought was straight. They didn't even discuss anything about it before having sex. They didn't settle on whether there was romantic feelings involved, or if it was just sex. Hanna only teased Emily, and Emily being the rash person she is, only reacted.

What now? What does this mean? Emily began contemplating, but Hanna stirred and she decided to leave those thoughts for another time and simply enjoy the moment.

After a minute or two, Hanna woke from her daze. Emily felt her lips trail up her neck until they began kissing. "I wanted to go to sleep, but I won't be able to." Her voice still sounded like sex.

"Why not?" Emily asked.

The blonde got between Emily's legs as she made her way down the brunette's naked, toned torso.

"I have to do something first." Hanna's voice was muffled by the kisses she planted on Emily's skin.

Emily raised a curious eyebrow, looking down at Hanna. "Oh yea? What's that?"

The blonde looked up from Emily's body and met her brown eyes. "You."

The tan girl was definitely not going to overthink this; not for the moment.


The day for Emily to go back to school had come, and for once she did not give Hanna a ride that morning. The reason being that Emily did not offer, and she had been the one who had offered since she met the blonde.

It wasn't that Emily wanted to brush Hanna off, it was just that she was confused. She doesn't know if Hanna is gay or bi to begin with, and to top it off, talking about things is not Emily's forte. She's the type that knows how to express everything except emotions, and the few times she does it comes out all wrong.

It's hard to find people who understand that, and don't take her lack of affectionate words for apathy.

She strode inside school to find people gazing at her with admiration, and big smiles on their faces. It was an ocean of "Hey Emily", "Good morning Emily", and "Good to have you back, Em." They made her feel as though they had always been friends or something.

"Well, well. If it isn't the new queen of Rosewood." Spencer greeted her at her locker with Aria beside her.

Emily shook her head at the ridiculousness of that statement. "What? Me? No."

Spencer shrugged. "Looks to me like there is not much of a difference between the attention, and greetings you are getting, and what Alison got."

"Well, I hope that difference is that they don't do it out of fear." Emily tone had gotten sharper. Was Spencer upset?

Spencer continued, "I just hope it doesn't go all to your head."

What the fuck is her problem? Emily thought. "It won't." Her tone was much sharper than she meant it to be, and Spencer only raised her hands in defense, however she was not greatly fazed by her attitude.

"Spencer." Hanna's voice sounded behind Emily, she was reprimanding the Hastings. "Leave my girl alone." The blonde had said it in a joking tone, but Emily could not help but tense a little when Hanna said my girl.

The tan girl decided to brush it off, and devote her attention to Spencer once more. "Look Spencer, I'm going to tell you this once, and only once; not out of disrespect, but because I think you're smart enough to not have me repeat myself. I am not seeking the high seat of this school. I am not looking for it, I am not fighting for it, and I most definitely do not want it. All I wanna do is chill, man. That's all I've been wanting to do since I got here. No, not even since I got here. That's all I've been wanting to do since forever. It's like, the only thing in my bucket list. I intend to live a mostly chill life, and being the face of this school is gonna be anything but. So, no, okay, just no."

Spencer's face visibly relaxed. She hadn't known Emily for that long, she didn't know what the brunette had in mind. She knew Alison DiLaurentis, and she knew how to stay out of her hair. But Emily was completely knew. She guessed her reaction grew out of sticking to the devil she knew. But, maybe, Emily wasn't even a "devil" at all. When the brunette explained her intentions, Spencer believed her, so she sighed a breath of relief and said, "Okay, I believe you. Sorry about that."

"Yea, no worries." Emily gave her a charming smile, and finally looked back at Hanna. The short-haired blonde was wearing tight white jeans, and a flowery shirt that dangerously showed her cleavage. Her face was radiant, her smile pearly white, and her blue eyes full of liveliness. Emily could kiss her, and she almost did until the shortest brunette of the group cleared her throat. "So, uhh should we go to class?" Aria, asked. She had seen the sexual way Emily looked Hanna up and down, while Spencer was blocked primarily by the tan girl's back and didn't catch her hungry eyes.

"Let's go!" Hanna was pretty cheered up this morning, more than usual. At first she had been weary of going to Emily's house and offering herself up like that, but after their first kiss, and then the second, and the third, and so on, Hanna had felt so right. The blonde had enjoyed every moment with Emily, and was looking forward to continuing to have Emily entangled in her arm as they walked, the way they were at that instant, for a long time.


The day continued as it had the moment Emily walked through the Rosewood High doors. Everybody was friendly, and basically praising them. And the 'them' being Emily, Hanna, Spencer, and Aria.

If Emily was being honest, she had felt a little uncomfortable with the praise. Attention, she did not like but could handle, it was the praise that gave her a weird itch.

But Emily had an idea in her mind that had been sprouted the morning Hanna and she had the conversation of the blonde's past troubles, and if she was going to try to make it work, she had to deal with it.

After lunch, she, Spencer, and Aria went to English, as usual. When Emily walked in, Ms. Zapata gave her an odd look.

Emily ignored it, and sat in her usual spot.

Today they were starting a new book, and Ms. Zapata talked on and on about what they were supposed to have finished from a packet of homework for the book. In a month they were supposed to be more than half done and she would check their progress. So, a few items of the packet were left out. It was mostly essays, summaries, analysis of this and that…Emily had for the most part spaced out.

"Come over when I call you, and pick up your book." Ms. Zapata, said.

After some more spacing out, Emily heard her name. "Emily Fields."

The brunette stood and straightened out her Led Zeppelin shirt, making her way to the front.

"Here you go." Ms. Zapata said with a smile.

"Uhh, you gave me two books." Emily held them up, confused.

"Yes, I did. Since, you were responsible for the food fight and the chaos that ensued Ms. DiLaurentis afterward, I figured, why not be her partner? After all, she has not been able to come to school as a result of the hostility from your little revolution." Her voice was so sweet, it made Emily sick.

Wait, did she say partner?

"Partner?" Emily 'quietly' raised her voice. "I can't be partnered with Alison!"

"First of all Emily, lower your voice, and secondly yes you can." Ms. Zapata poked Emily's shoulder playfully. "Because I said so, and I was going to announce this as a partner assignment anyway. I want all of you to really see the meaning of this book, and two minds work better than one. You, are partly responsible for Ms. DiLaurentis not being here. Besides, your friends, Spencer and Aria, are most likely going to pair up with each other. So, you have no partner, Ms. DiLaurentis has no partner, perfect match!" Ms. Zapata looked delighted with her choice.

"That's if we don't kill each other." Emily mumbled.

"You don't know her." Ms. Zapata reasoned.

"I know enough." Emily huffed.

"No, you don't. You never know, maybe you'll gain a good friend. And if not, well you know what they say right?"

Emily only shook her head, and her English teacher responded, "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."

At that statement, Emily smiled a little. "But Emily…" the Latina woman laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "…try and be nice, hm?"

Emily half-heartedly nodded, and started turning to walk back to her seat, but Ms. Zapata stopped her, "Oh, hold on. Here's another packet. Go over to her house, today Emily, please."

The tan girl only groaned in response, and dragged her feet back to her seat.

There goes her good day.