Emily drove home from Alison's house in complete silence. The only thing that she listened to was her tires moving on the pavement below her. Her heart ached too much to even reach out to turn on the radio.
The brunette knew that she had messed up. She knew that she had made a mistake in choosing to even give Maya the opportunity to speak to Emily a few hours ago, especially with Alison standing right there. She ignored Alison. For about two hours, she chose Maya over Alison, and she knew that the blonde would probably never forgive her for it.
Emily honestly didn't mean to hurt Alison, but when she saw Maya for the first time in over two years since their tragic break up, Emily didn't know how to react. Maya was the first and only girl Emily had ever loved. She truly loved Maya and all she wanted was some type of closure, some type of answer that she didn't get two years ago. Wasn't that fair?
The drive home seemed like it took an eternity. Emily pulled into her driveway and cut her car off. She sat alone in her car for a few minute before she started crying. When the tears started coming, they didn't stop.
A few seconds later Emily's cheeks were damp and cold, and wet small prints started to fall on her jean pants leg. Emily didn't stop her tears, she decided to let it all out before she went inside. She knew if she cried like this in her room, there's a chance her mother might would overhear her.
Pam Fields was a protective mama bear and paid close attention to Emily. She could tell just by the way Emily stood if something was wrong or not. Emily hadn't told her mom about Alison yet. She knew her goody-two-shoes mother probably wouldn't approve of Emily seeing the Queen of Mean Miss DiLaurentis. Alison had a reputation, and everyone knew about it. Child, teen, or adult.
Emily let her tears fall rapidly as she sat in her drivers seat. All she had wanted to do tonight was apologize to Alison and explain herself. She just wanted to make things right…and right now they were so wrong.
Alison had never looked at Emily so coldly in her life the way she did a few minutes ago. Emily had seen the blonde dish out the cutting look to people in the hallways or at parties, but never was she a victim of the look herself.
Emily took a deep breath and wiped her face dry with her sleeve. She was starting to get cold sitting outside in her car and needed to calm down before she went inside of her house. Emily looked at herself in her mirror and wiped her face dry one last time.
Breathe, Emily. Just make it a few feet without breaking upstairs to your bathroom. That's all. Breathe, she thought.
The brunette took in another deep breath and opened her car door to head inside. Once she opened the front door of her house she heard her mother in the kitchen talking to one of her friends who joined Mrs. Fields for dinner.
Good, Emily thought, she's distracted.
Emily quietly made her way upstairs to her bathroom to turn on the shower. She just wanted to drown herself in hot water and scrub off the past twelve hours away.
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"Alright, C, I'm ready," Alison stated, walking back into her room from the bathroom. Cece looked up from her phone and gave the younger blonde a flashing, proud smile, "you definitely do not just look like you just got dumped."
Alison shot Cece a glare, slightly annoyed that Cece would use those exact words right now. "Oh come on, I didn't mean it like that. You know I just meant you look hot," Cece defended. Alison brushed it off, "yeah, I guess you're right."
Alison walked over to the mirror on her dresser and admired herself. She did look hot.
Her golden blonde hair fell straight tonight down her shoulders, back, and chest. The dress she chose was one she wore when she wanted attention. It was grey, short, long sleeved, and around her upper stomach on both sides were open frames, exposing a small tease of her toned stomach. She knew that she was going to have guys swooning over her tonight. And that's exactly what she wanted.
Cece walked up behind of Alison, "I am right. Now let's go. It's almost midnight already. The club closes in two hours."
Alison checked herself out one last time before following Cece out of her room and downstairs. Both of the girl's heels click-clacked on Alison's floor. Alison was glad that she had Cece has a best friend. If it wasn't for her, Alison would still be crying on her bed sobbing the rest of her Saturday night away.
And Alison DiLaurentis didn't cry over anyone, or waste Saturday night's alone.
Cece led Alison outside of the DiLaurentis house and out to Cece's car. Once the girls got in, Cece laid down the rules and procedures for the night.
"Remember, I'm not drinking tonight, so I am your driver. You are not to leave the club with anyone but me. If you wonder away, you better come right back to me at two."
Cece started her car and pulled out of Alison's driveway, starting to head down the road. The older blonde kept talking, "I'm going to buy you as many drinks and shots as you want tonight, okay? But once I see you start getting anywhere near out of hand, you're cut off, got it?"
Alison reached under Cece's passenger seat and grabbed a bottle of dark liquor. She knew Cece had always kept a bottle of something in her car. One day it could be wine, the next Vodka, or the next a bottle of orange juice. Alison didn't know what it was, but she opened the container and took two gulps out of it. The liquor burned her throat going down, but it was almost refreshing for her to feel anything to burn on her except for her heart.
Alison took the bottle away from her lips, "you don't have to lecture me, C." Cece sarcastically chuckled as she pulled onto another road, "oh hun, I do. You like to solve problems the complicated way."
Alison shrugged and she took another swig of the dark liquor. She felt the burning sensation of the liquid again and licked her lips. Alcohol may not solve her problems long term, but she was going to make sure that it made her forget Emily for the night.
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Emily laid awake in bed, unable to close her eyes and drift off into sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Alison no matter how hard she tried. All she felt was her heart aching at her stupid mistake.
Emily looked at her phone again. It was now 1:27 and time was moving unbelievably slow. Emily tossed back over and let out a sad sigh. All she wanted was to go to sleep and stop thinking about Alison. Why was this so hard?
Emily nearly jumped when her phone vibrated. She quickly sat up and moved her hand frantically across the bed to find it. No one had texted her all night, and she had been wanting no one but Alison to contact her so badly.
Emily finally pulled her phone out from under her sheets and pressed her homescreen. A disappointed look fell over her face when she saw it wasn't Alison. Instead it was Spencer. Why was Spencer texting her at 1:30 in the morning? Emily unlocked her phone and squinted her eyes to look at her bright phone in her dark room.
Are you awake?
Emily quickly typed back,
Yeah, what's wrong?
Emily watched as Spencer's little typing dots appeared as Spencer was typing her response.
Throw on some jeans and meet me outside of your house in about ten minutes. I'm picking you up. We're going to Light Room.
Emily was confused, Light Room? The club?
The tan girl didn't bother to text Spencer back, she just did as told, knowing Spencer was probably already on the way. Emily jumped out of bed and slid some jeans over her long legs. She didn't know what Spencer's motive was, but she knew there had to be a reason or something.
Emily threw on a black leather jacket over her tank top and quickly ran her fingers through her long, dark hair. Even though she would never admit it, Emily was absolutely beautiful, and she looked stunning just throwing herself together that fast in the dark.
The brunette slid on a pair of combat boots and quietly walked across the hall to her bathroom to brush her teeth. As soon as she was finished, her phone vibrated again and Spencer was outside waiting for her.
Ten minutes my ass, more like five, Spence, Emily thought.
Emily tip toed down her stairs and outside to Spencer's car. She quietly shut Spencer's car door as Spencer turned her lights back on when she pulled completely out of Emily's driveway. Emily looked at Spencer.
Oddly enough, Emily, Spencer, Aria, and Hanna were all used to each other randomly texting them in the middle of the night to meet up or sneak out. They had become pro's at it throughout their high school years. By their senior year, they didn't even have to think twice about getting caught. They had already mastered sneakiness.
"Why are we going to Light Room?" Emily asked. Spencer handed Emily her phone as she stayed focused on the road, "go to my Snapchat and look at Cece Drake's story."
Emily unlocked Spencer's phone, "who is Cece Drake?" Spencer quickly looked at Emily, "Alison didn't tell you about her?" Emily's heart dropped at hearing Alison's name. She wasn't prepared to hear it.
"No," Emily softly mumbled. Emily's fingers opened Spencer's Snapchat app and found Cece Drake's name under her friends list. "Cece and Alison are like, best friends. Cece is Melissa's age and is actually pretty good friends with her, that's how I know Cece."
Emily pressed Cece's name on Spencer's phone and watched Cece's Snapchat story. As soon as she saw Cece she knew who she was. She was the girl who kicked Emily out of Alison's room tonight.
It started off with her a picture of her and Alison in a car. From what Emily could tell, both girls were dressed up. Emily stared at Alison's face on the picture. She had never seen Alison's hair straight in person before. And God it was beautiful. She was beautiful.
The next story was a video of Alison taking a shot and giggling after she sat the small shot glass back down on the counter. Alison grinned and her eyes were big and blue. On the next story, it showed Alison again, this time she was talking to Cece who was behind of the camera.
Alison was looking at Cece and smiling, holding a drink in her hand. Emily's eyes scanned Alison, she looked….hot.
"Are you having a good night Ali?" Cece asked.
Alison drunkenly smiled and slurred back, "I'm having a wonderful night."
Alison laughed as she took a sip of her drink. Cede held the camera closer to Alison's face and Emily could see Alison's cheeks were red and her dimples were sharply out. Even her freckles were popping across of her nose.
The next video played and it was Alison taking to a few guys. Cece was laughing in the background and the caption was, "Alison making moves."
Emily felt her stomach drop and she watched as Cece's story ended. Emily dropped Spencer's phone in her lap. She felt nauseous watching that. Suddenly she was angry, why was Spencer showing her this? Was she taking her to meet Alison?
"Are we going to Light Room to meet up with Alison?" Emily questioned. Spencer turned onto a street, "yes, we are." Emily felt her head spinning, and she hadn't even drank a drop of alcohol. "I don't want to. Turn around. Take me home, Spencer."
Spencer stopped at a red light, "is that seriously what you want? You want to just let her walk away from you like that? Emily, you already messed up one time tonight. Don't mess up again by letting her go."
Emily's voice became rattled, "no, Spencer, she doesn't want me. I tried seeing her tonight. I showed up at her house and walked into her room and her and Cece kicked me out without letting me even get hardly three words out."
Spencer pressed the gas again as the light turned green, "Em, Alison is the type of girl that likes to be chased. I know you don't do that and that's not your style, but if you want this girl like you say you do you have to get over your ego and fight for her."
Emily sat back in Spencer's seat. She didn't respond. She just looked out of the window. She didn't know how this was going to go, or how to even approach this situation. Emily just knew that this night could only end really bad or really well.
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Alison stumbled into the arms of a brown curly haired boy. He looked at Alison with bright green eyes and a even brighter pearly white smile, "well, hello there."
Alison looked up at the boy. He had an accent. A British accent. "You have great teeth for a Brit," the blonde blunty stated. The boy chuckled, "if that's a compliment, I guess I'll take it. Are you alright?"
Alison realized that she was holding onto the boy's forearm's for support. She lifted herself off of the boy and stood up straight, "yeah, yeah. I'm fine," she slurred. The boy titled his head and smiled with concern, "are you sure?"
Alison's blue eyes danced with entertainment, "your accent is to die for." The boy softly laughed, "you, my love, are to die for. May I get your name?" Alison smiled mischievously at the boy, "Alison."
The brown haired boy stuck out his hand, "Alison, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Kullen." Alison put her hand in Kullen's to shake it, but Kullen brought her hand up to his face and planted a soft kiss on her hand.
The blonde smirked, "I bet you do that to all of the girls." Kullen shot back a half smirk, "only to the really pretty one's."
Alison looked down at Kullen's lips and back up to his eyes. The look in Alison's eyes were one's of nothing but bad intentions, and Kullen knew exactly what the blonde wanted just from the short eye contact.
Kullen grabbed Alison's hand and led her through the crowd and to the wall. Alison drunkenly followed Kullen, allowing him to pull her through the crowd. Kullen was very attractive. He was tall, tone, and had a boy-ish smile that no teenage girl could pass up.
When Kullen reached the wall he pulled Alison in front of him and against the wall.
"Alison, you are unbelievably stunning," Kullen stated, leaning his face closer to Alison's. He put his hands on her waist and pressed her back into the wall. Alison's lips curved into a smile, "likewise, Mr. Brit."
Kullen smiled, "I would love to show you all of London." Alison smirked and leaned closer to Kullen, "why don't you give me a taste of it right now?"
A player boy smile crossed Kullen's lips as he leaned closer to Alison's lips.
Alison closed her eyes and leaned forward.
She felt Kullen suddenly off of her hips and Alison flung her eyes open. No longer was Kullen in front of her, but instead it was Emily.
"Emily?!" Alison nearly shouted. Emily's face was tight and her jaw was clenching so hard that Alison thought Emily's jaw was about to lock together. Even though Emily looked mad as fire, Alison couldn't help but to notice how attractive Emily was when she was pissed.
Alison noticed herself staring at Emily's jaw. Damn.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Alison asked again, tearing her eyes from Emily's clenched jaw and back to her eyes. "No, what the hell are you doing?" Emily snapped back. Kullen walked back over to Alison and slid his arm around Alison's waist, "what in bloody hell is going on here?"
"Nothing," Alison said, not taking her eyes off of Emily, "nothing is going on here. Let's go, Kullen." Emily reached out to grab Alison's hand, "nothing? Is that what I am now to you?" Alison scowled at Emily, "sucks when you're on the other side of it, doesn't it?"
Alison snatched her arm away from Emily. Emily loudly groaned, "dammit, Alison! Why are you making this so difficult?" Alison kept her eyes blazing into Emily's, not giving up her mean glare, "you did this. You chose this. Don't be mad at me because I'm not moping around over you. You may have been a player, Emily, but don't forget who I am either."
Alison grabbed Kullen's hand, "you weren't the only one who is heartless. Don't play games with a girl who can play them better." Emily's eyes started to water and she didn't know if it was from frustration, the words coming from Alison's mouth, or seeing Alison hold someone else's hand.
"I wasn't playing games with you, Alison. I chose you. I fucked up, okay? And I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. But I realized I messed up only thirty minutes into conversation with Maya. She's not you, Alison. She's my past. I loved her but I don't anymore. It's you, Alison. It's been you since I've met you." Emily's voice sounded strangled with pain and sounded like at any moment she could just break down into tears.
Alison heard all of Emily's words. It took everything inside of her not to pounce on the brunette and throw her lips on hers. A big part of her wanted to go home with Emily and feel Emily's lips and hands on her all night, but she knew that she couldn't forgive Emily that easily. Emily hurt her. She really hurt her.
Alison kept her poker face hard. This wasn't Alison talking to Emily, this was Alison DiLaurentis. Alison let go of Kullen's hand and stepped closer to Emily.
"I don't want to hear what you have to say. You can go fuck Maya for all I care, because I don't care anymore. I like boys, Emily. You were fun while it lasted."
Alison said the words so harsh and strong, but she knew that it was a lie. It was all a lie. But she made it sound real. She made it sound like the truth, and that was exactly what she wanted to do.
A tear fell down Emily's face, but unlike earlier in Alison's room, this time they didn't stop. They fell like a waterfall. Alison could see Emily's lower lip barely trembling. She knew her words cut deep into Emily, and she felt awful for it. But she didn't dare change her expression.
"If you really mean that, go home with him tonight," Emily shakily said. Alison forced a pure devilish smile as she turned to Kullen, grabbed his hand, and walked away from Emily, leaving the brunette with weak legs and a wet face.