Yay! We're already at Chapter 10!
"Oh my gosh, did you see Sean yesterday? He is sooo hot with his new haircut," Hanna sighed in a dreamy voice, as she twirled her hair around her finger.
"Ya, you told me yesterday in Science," I replied.
"And in English," Spencer muttered.
"And at lunch," Spencer and I simultaneously said. All three of us started to giggle. Each week we would lay on Hanna's bed, eat, and talk about our problems. It was a good time to vent our feelings.
"Ugh I'm getting crumbs everywhere," Hanna groaned, as she continued to eat chips whilst laying down.
"If Alison was here, she would be calling you Hefty Hanna," Spencer laughed. My heart skipped a beat when Spencer mentioned Alison's name.
"Ugh, don't even talk about her," Hanna grumbled. "I can't believe you're actually friends with her, Emily." I stared up at Hanna's white ceiling.
"She's really nice, if you get to know her," I argued, once again.
"Pfft," Spencer said, "If you looked for the word mean in the dictionary you would see a photo of her face." Ugh, here we go again. Almost every time we hung out, we would eventually reach the topic of Alison. How she was mean, and how she was just using me.
"Emily, it's what she does. She's nice to you to make you feel special. She makes you feel vulnerable, so she can squeeze all your secrets out of you," Spencer explained. I rolled my eyes.
"Squeezes you like a lemon," Hanna muttered.
"But," I protested. "She's different with me. She's genuine."
"She comes off like that, but then gossips about you behind your back," Spencer continued. "Trust me, we've all been there."
"Is that why you hate her so much? Because she found out one of your dirty secrets?" I asked in an angrier tone. I was tired of my friends interrogating me about Alison. I knew she wasn't like that, at least not with me. They're just jealous they aren't friends with her. Spencer sat up.
"Excuse me?" She asked, crossing her arms. I also sat up.
"So what was your secret?" I asked again, tempting to set the bomb off in Spencer. "You're just jealous that you're not friends with her." Spencer clenched her jaw and took a big breath.
"First of all, I would never want to be friends with that bitch! Emily, we're trying to help you for your own good, and if you can't see that, then don't call me when Alison ruins your whole life," Spencer said. She quickly got up stormed out of Hanna's bedroom. I heard her stomp angrily down the stairs, followed by a slamming of the door. Hanna sat up, and put the empty bag of chips on her night stand.
"Spencer's right, we're doing this for you. We're just warning you, we don't want to see you get hurt. Emily, remember, we're your friends too," Hanna cautioned, looking at me with a sad expression.
"I know," I grunted, feeling bad about what had just happened. "It's just, I don't think she's like that with me," I finally said, staring down at Hanna's floral bed sheet. Hanna exhaled in response.
"I think you should apologize to Spencer," she said in a quiet voice. I nodded in agreement.
"I didn't mean to go off on her like that. I just want to know what happened between her and Ali," I explained.
Alison's point of view
"I see you still hang out with that Emily girl," Cece muttered as she started to put on her mascara. Not again.
"Cece I already told you," I started.
"Ya, ya. I know Ali. She's nice," Cece rolled her eyes.
"What? She is," I argued.
"It's just that, you're somebody... and she's nobody. Don't you see? she's ruining your image, she's changing you," she declared. Changing me? Has she changed me? I sighed.
"Okay, we should start getting ready," Cece exclaimed.
"For what?" I asked. Cece rolled her eyes.
"Noel Kahn's party. Duh," she stated. How did I forget about that? We've been talking about that for weeks.
"Damn it. I forgot. I already made plans with Emi-"
"Who cares about her? Just tell her you're busy," Cece pointed out. I can't lie to her like that. "Ali, now that you're friends with her, you barely hang out with me anymore."Cece kept staring at me, as if I had to choose between her and Emily.
"You're right. I'll just cancel," I finally said. I took out my phone and quickly composed a new text.
Alison: Em, we can't hang out tonight. I re-read the text, it sounded too forward and insincere.
Alison: Sorry. I added in afterwards. Soon after closing my phone, it quickly buzzed in reply.
Emily: Oh. Why not? I racked my brain for an excuse.
Alison: I'm not feeling well. Knowing Emily, she wouldn't ask for any further. That was one of the many things I liked about her, she actually trusted me. Something that nobody else would do.
Emily: Get well soon. I closed my phone, and slid it into my back pocket. Cece grinned at me.
"Well?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I felt bad for lying to Emily, but Cece was right. I couldn't let Emily change me.
"Let's get ready to party," I smirked.
Noel Kahn greeted us at the front gates when we arrived.
"Hey you two, glad you could come," he grinned as he took a sip out of his red solo cup. "Ali, I love that dress," he whispered examining my short dress from top to bottom.
"Noel. My eyes are up here," I snickered as I lifted his chin up.
"Of course. And what beautiful eyes those are," he smiled attempting to use his boyish charm on me. Many girls fell head over heels for Noel, but I only thought of him as a friend. I gave him a quick wink to satisfy him. I wasn't interested in him like that, but it was fun to mess around with him. After all, I wore this dress for a reason.
"Get a room you two," Cece interrupted. Noel just chuckled.
"Make yourselves at home," Noel said as he left to return back to the cabin.
The Kahn property was filled of sweaty, drunk, teenagers. Music blared from the inside of the cabin. Cece was talking to Eric Kahn, Noel's equally as hot older brother. I went inside the cabin to get some food, Lady Gaga music hit my ears as soon as I stepped foot inside. A tall, muscular, brown haired guy came over and greeted me.
"Ian," I acknowledged as he smiled. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with your fiance?" I hissed. His smile fell off his face, as if it was wiped off.
"Alison. If you ever mention what you saw, again. You'll be sorry," He grunted, moving closer. He was taller by a few inches, but I stood my ground, and tilted my head.
"Remind me again, what did I see?" I smirked, enjoying the angry expression on his face.
He flared his nostrils. "You know exactly what you saw," He grumbled as he walked past me, hitting me in the shoulder.
"Idiot," I mumbled under my breath. My stomach grumbled, as it reminded me I hadn't eaten dinner yet. I went to the snack table to get something to fill my empty stomach.
"Can you please pass the Sprite?" The girl to my right asked. I reached over to the left and handed her the bottle of Sprite.
"Ali?" I heard the voice ask. I looked up, my eyes widened. A lump formed in my throat.
"Emily?!" I exclaimed, almost dropping my cup.
Emily was standing next to me, mirroring my surprised expression. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Oh Alison, I thought you were sick? Or maybe you were just sick of Emily...