Alison Dilaurentis Must Die
1st Episode: The Encounter
Alison's POV:
"I think you should leave." I say softly staring down at my hands, refusing to look at her.
"Alison...please..." She starts brokenly. "I'm so sorry...I never meant for it to go this far." She finishes tears forming in her eyes.
"But it did Emily." I say standing up, walking towards my window. "You used me, you manipulated me, and you-you..." I trail off shaking my head. I refuse to let her know just how deep my pain runs. How broken my heart really is. "God! I can't believe I let you do this to me."
"Seriously Alison?!" Emily exclaims standing up from the bed as well. "I mean...I know I'm the villain in this story but you're no saint either." Emily says wiping the few stray tears off her face. "Let's not forget the reason all of this happened." She says gesturing around her. "Let's not forget why I originally came here."
After hearing her say those words, I finally turn around to face her. And Emily looks as if she immediately regrets her choice of words by the broken-hearted look that graces her face, or maybe she was just mirroring the look on mines. "Alison...I-"
"I think I asked you to leave." I say, cutting her off, trying my best to keep a neutral expression.
"Please Ali don't do this..." Emily pleads almost desperately.
"No...I'm certain I told you to leave." I say more forcefully this time.
Emily stares at me for a moment before she nods her head admitting defeat. "Okay if that's what you really want Ali..." Emily says moving towards the door.
"Its Alison." I correct in a harsher tone than I intended.
Emily just gives me a small nod before disappearing out of the door.
It's not until I hear the front door close as well before I let the water gates open.
Love stinks! Phew, glad I got that out of my system. For many of you just tuning in, my name is Alison Dilaurentis and I've just had my heart broken by Emily Fields. And trust me...I know you're wondering what the hell is going on...how did I manage to get my heart broken by America's sweet heart. Well...I'll tell you, and it involves me starting with the phrase 'Love Stinks'. But I never used to think that...well for several months I didn't. At first I never really believed that fairytale love existed. I wasn't naive enough to believe in soul mates. That's why when I met Emily Fields i never thought anything could come out of our complicated friendship. Until it did. And everything I once thought...I didn't think anymore. I fell In love so deep that I was blinded by what was right in front of me. My life couldn't get any more perfect. Her smile, her eyes, her beautiful soft skin...everything attracted me to her. And I thought she felt the same way about me. But because this is real life and reality is a bitch, I was dragged down from cloud nine kicking and screaming before being slammed into the concrete repeatedly. I now suffer a fractured skull, jaw, pelvis and even worse a broken heart. But it didn't always start off this bad. No, it was even worse at one point in time. Don't believe me? Look I'll show you.
-16 years ago-
"Congratulations Mrs. Dilaurentis it's a girl-"
Whoops! Okay maybe not that early on in my life. Let's try that one again.
-6 months ago-
I jump startled as something knocks on my window. I slowly climb out of bed and looks out my window peering down at the unsuspected figure.
"Hey!" Emily whispers loudly while peering up towards the window. "Come down...I have a surprise for you." She says with an eager smile.
Hmm not quite yet. It was a little bit before that.
- 1 year ago-
"About damn time you showed up!" Mona screeches drunkenly as she stumbles onto the front porch out of the fog of the house.
Okay here we are.
I just give her an eye roll as I walks towards the entrance of the house. "Don't be so over dramatic Mona. I'm 20 minutes late, that's fashionably standard." I say dismissively as I look Mona up and down. "And why the hell are you dressed like a damn leprechaun?" I asks in slight disgust.
"It's a stop light party bitch, I'm just giving guys the green light." Mona says with a smirk while gesturing to her clothing.
"Yeah the green light to run." I say with a scoff.
"Fuck you." Mona says with no real heat behind her words as she looks me up and down. "And I thought I told you to wear green, not that tired ass yellow shirt you always wear. Your supposed to impress the senior boys not chase them away with the odor from that shirt."
I roll my eyes again. "This isn't my first high school party Mona, I know how these things work. And giving guys the 'green light' to hit on me says desperate." I say pointedly, causing Mona to flip me the bird. "So I went for yellow. Approachable, yet hard to get." I say with a smug smile.
Mona nods her head as if impressed with me, giving me a small smirk. "I have to say your learning pretty fast."
If I keep rolling my eyes they'll probably get stuck, but I can't help it Mona really is clueless sometimes. "Please all boys think the same. With a little cleavage on display I'll have these guys eating out of the palm of my hand." I say waving my hand dismissively.
Mona rolls her eyes, responding with a scoff. "You do know that you're in a relationship right? Speaking of which where's your little boy toy tonight?"
I shrug. "We just started dating like 2 weeks ago, it would be tacky for us to just start showing up to outings as a couple." I defend weakly
Mona just smirks at this. "Yeah right. You just didn't want to wear the color red."
Well maybe not so clueless, I let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh god no, that color is just as tasteless as green." I cry out as we enter the house.
Liar. I'm the perfect little liar, or you can say actress. I walk through my life wearing the perfect mask. Most people think I'm this cold hearted bitch, who steps on anyone who gets in the way, to get what I want. And sure I am, but there's more to me than just that. I mean I never wanted to be this person. I had to be. My family status put a lot of unwanted attention on me, and it made me a target. People looked at me, judged me, scrutinized my every move. I had to do something to protect myself. So I became Alison Dilaurentis. The Princess of rosewood. The bitch they all know and love. Well the last part came into play when I started hanging with Mona. She showed me the key to success on how to own the students of Rosewood high.
I call it secretes, she calls it ammunition and everyone else calls us bitches. I had to do things I'm not proud of, say things that broke people just to get where I'm at. And I'll be damned if I fall at the hands of someone else. Mona already ran this school, but let's just say that with me by her side...I increased her status.
I'm not this cold hearted person that people think I am. I'm normal, just like everyone else. I like to read and write. I'm not some dumb blonde, I actually have a brain. My eyes may be a vibrant blue, but they aren't as perfect as they seem. I wear contacts so people won't see me squinting during class. And on the weekends I wear big dorky glasses. The heels I wear causes callouses on my feet and the make-up I paint on my face causes bags under my eyes. Sometimes when people stare at me I feel self conscious, so I'll flee the room and avoid eye contact. I'm not perfect, and pretending to be is very tiring. So tiring that sometimes I turn off my phone and hide from everyone and anything for days at a time. But I guess that's the price of being me. Or at least pretending to be me.
Because of the size of Rosewood, image is everything. Perfection is the only thing. And you maintain perfection by keeping your personal life just that...personal. Lies, deceit, and best of all secretes. Secretes is the only thing holding this small community together. People would fall apart if their secretes would get out. Family's would be dethroned. That's why I make it my personal duty to know at least one secrete of everyone. You never know when that ammunition my come in handy. And that's why I protect my secretes with my life...because once they find out my secretes...there's no coming back for me.
But back to the issue at hand...this party:
Predictable. That's the only word to describe this party. There's this slight musky smell from the dancing bodies as a slight fog clouds the air. The music is much louder than it should be, I guess it's to create the illusion of fun and inviting. Everything this party will turn out not to be. My eyesight is insulted with the overuse of the colors red, green, and yellow. Especially green, which is mainly worn by the desperate slutty and nerdy girls attempting to catch the attention of the jocks, who are huddled in the kitchen drinking beer, and doing body shots off of the slutty cheerleaders who already has their attention. There's a few yellow shirts and even less red. Because let's face it, the main reason you come to this kind of party is to hook up and have fun, not cuddle together with your high school sweetheart. About 40% of the teenagers are dancing, while the other 60% are lounging around with their friends, or attempting to get some girl drunk so they can take advantage of them. Again predictable. This is what you should expect to see at a typical Rosewood High party. And as I've predicted again, all eyes have now turned to look at me and the spotlight has now become my natural light. But that's to be expected when Rosewoods very own princess walks into the party.
I look around at the mindless zombies staring at me before I start to walk further into the house with Mona right on my heels.
"Alison, babes, you made it." Eric Khan says as he wraps his arm around my shoulder leading me further into the party. "Nice shirt by the way." He says with a teasing smile. "But just because your in yellow doesn't mean we can't hook up right."
"Only in your dreams Khan." I say pushing his arm from around my shoulder.
"A boy can only try." He says wistfully before turning and giving Mona an appraising look. "You're looking good Mona. And green is definitely your color." He says with a wolfish grin.
"Eat your heart out." Mona says with an eye roll as she moves past him, taking my hand in hers. "Let's go get some booze. If I have to be around hormonal teenagers all night, I don't want to do it sober." Mona says as she leads me into the kitchen, where all the jocks stop and looks at us in amazement.
"Hey baby...what can I get you?" A tall, slightly muscular guy asks leaning against the counter, blocking the path to the beer cooler. He stands about 6'3 with short black hair. Based on his smile you can tell he has no trouble in the lady department. And based on his smirk, it's obvious he doesn't take no for an answer. Something about him makes him dangerous in my eyes, which causes my defenses to set in, and that can't be good for anyone around. But before I can react Mona steps in, completely stopping the problem before it starts. Or starting one.
"What's good here Fabio." Mona asks with a smirk
"The names Ian." He says with hard eyes, but never dropping his smirk. "But for a pretty girl like you, you can call me anything you want." He adds with a wink for good measure.
"How about I call you Jack Daniels." She says motioning to the bottles behind him.
He just smirks at this letting out a small chuckle. He eyes Mona for a moment before turning to look at me. Our eyes meet briefly as he tosses me a small smile. I internally frown at this but externally I raise a challenging eyebrow at him. His smirk grows even more at this, before he turns to grab two bottles. "Here you go." He says charmingly.
"Thanks Ivan." Mona says taking the bottles, handing one to me.
"It's Ian." He corrects, his eyes flashing cold again.
Mona just smirks at this and turns on her heels putting her arm around my shoulder. "Thanks again Idris." She calls over her shoulder as she moves towards the living area.
Once out of sight. I lets out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "And I thought I was a bitch." I say, causing Mona to let out a laugh.
"Oh you still are my little Frankenstein." Mona adds with a wink for good measure. "But the night is still young, let's not waste it away." She concludes downing almost half the bottle.
"You better slow down before you become some drunken jock boys' one night stand." I comment eyeing Mona warily.
"And, it'll be his lucky night." Mona says leaning heavily against my shoulder.
-/-2 hours later-/-
This is just like Mona to disappear. One minute she was standing by my side teasing some girl, who was dressed in what Mona would call Cinderella rags, and now she's out of sight, most likely with some 12th grader, making out.
I let out an irritable sigh as I shift my back against the wall. I watch all the familiar and not so familiar faces blend into each other as they mingle around the crowd, hoping that one of them might be Mona. It was then that I realized how much I hated the color green, it made me want to puke.
"Hey." Some short guy says walking over towards me. "I noticed you over here standing by yourself and I was just wondering would you like to dance?" He asks with an awkward smile.
At this I tilt my head to the side as I eye him up and down. He was about my height making him about 5'6. That was a no-go in my book, I like to look up at my men, not eye level. He had a slight muscular frame, but he was a bit to much on the scrawny side. His hair was dark and messy. Something that I hated immediately, the messy look only looked right on certain people, and definitely not for him. And his smile was too awkward nothing close to charming. Altogether he was a big fat red X in my book.
"What's your name?" I ask with a smirk playing on my lips. This kid had no idea what he was getting into.
"Mason." He says with his same awkward smile, shifting foot from foot nervously.
My smirk never falters as I size him up and down. "Mason huh? What a suiting name. Well Mason do you know who I am?" I ask knowingly.
"Uh...yes? Yo-You're Alison Dilaurentis." He stutters out slightly, with a confused look.
"That's right darling. Thee Alison Dilaurentis. And you should know that using that tired pick-up line wasn't going to work on me." I say my smirk growing more sinister. "But since this is a party and I'm in a happy mood, I'll allow you to tuck your tail between your legs and walk away." I say dismissively, but effectively scaring him, causing Mason to stumble as he walks away quickly.
I let out a small sigh, slightly proud of a myself. I marvel in my evilness until I'm interrupted by someone letting out a soft low whistle. "Impressive." A voice to my right says.
I turn my head to look at the person in question. "Excuse me?" I asks raising an eyebrow.
"That was pretty impressive, the way you scared that guy off like that. For a moment I thought he was going to shit his pants." A tall Filipino girl says.
I turn and size her up with a raised eyebrow, the same way I did that guy. What I see caused me to frown, but not out of disgust, more like out of envy.
And I would absolutely die before I admit that this girl is absolutely breathtaking. She stands about two inches taller than me. Bronze skin, brilliant black hair that travels down her back. The skirt she has on shows off her legs, and those legs are definitely worth showing off. By the looks of this girl you would think model, but her demeanor doesn't shoot off confidence, it says athlete, quiet, bookworm, someone more behind the scenes. I would also be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by her. And for the second time tonight my defenses are up and I'm ready to attack.
"I'm sorry who are you?" I asks, placing a hand on my hip.
"Emily." The girls says with a small smile before raising her beer can up to her mouth. "And before you asks, yes I do know who you are, Alison Dilaurentis." She says with a smirk.
"Well Emily, I've never heard of you before." I say with a sarcastic smile.
Emily just laughs and sips from her can again. "I'm surprised. I assumed you knew exactly who I was."
"And what the hell is that suppose to mean?" I asks placing a hand on my hip.
Emily just smirks at me while tilting her head knowingly. "Let's not pretend you don't make it your business to know every face in rosewood. I mean...how else are you going to know the names of your victims as they bow down to you."
Before I know it my eyes flash dangerous and I have to physically stop myself from attacking her. She's really barking up the wrong tree here. "Well I guess that refutes your little theory seeing as I don't know you at all.." I say through gritted teeth.
"Hmm well that don't sound like the Alison Dilaurentis I've heard of." Emily says nodding her head. "Well here's to an apology for assumptions." She says holding up her beer can in salute.
I choose not to respond. Instead I stare daggers at Emily, hoping by some miracle she would spontaneously combust.
Emily's smirk falls off of her face the longer she makes eye contact with me. She lets out a sigh as she finishes off her can of beer. "I should apologize for what I'm saying. I'm drunk and ready to go home. I just thought if I talked to you for a while it would take my mind off of some things. I guess I went about it the wrong way." She says with a sheepish smile and a shrug.
I don't know why but my glare softens at her confession. "I see your dressed in red...did your boyfriend take off with some cheerleader?" I ask teasingly.
Emily lets out a scoff. "Yeah right." She mutters under her breath. She lets out another sigh then shakes her head giving me a small smile. "Why are you over here alone. I'm sure a girl of your stature should have guys flocked all around you, eating out the palm of your hand." Emily says her teasing tone creeping back up.
I just roll my eyes at this. "I'm not much in a feeding mood." I say sarcastically.
"Hmm I couldn't tell." Emily says with her own smirk. "The way you just bit that guy's head off."
Against my will a genuine smile makes its way on my face, as I tilt my head to appraise Emily. "Your kind of a bitch." I say bluntly.
"Hmm," Emily grunts out, appearing in thought. "Seems like we're two peas in a pod right now. But to my defense, I'm drunk." She says holding up her empty beer can. "You on the other hand might just stay that way afterwards." She says with her own smile.
I just shakes her head and let out a chuckle, as I lean against the wall letting out a sigh.
Just then my line of sight it blocked by a tall figure appearing over her. I push off of the wall, preparing for whatever. I look up at the recognizable face. It's the guy from earlier but I can't put a name to him. So I fold my arms across my chest waiting for him to make the next move.
He gives a charming smile, appearing down at both me and Emily. "Hey Emily, you look nice."
Emily just gives a head nod back, with a tight lipped smile. "Wish I could say the same to you Ian."
Ian! That's his name. I let out a small breath in relief. Emily was right about one thing I always need to know who Im tearing down by name. Makes it more meaningful. But the biggest question is, what's going on between him and Emily. I look back and forth between the two, to see them in some kind of stare off. Weird.
"Can I help you with something?" I ask breaking their eye contact. It was getting to creepy for me and I was losing my patience.
Ian turns back to face me giving what I assume to be his most charming smile. "Well I noticed your friend wasn't around you, and you've been standing here by your lonesome for almost over an hour. I wanted to see if you would care to dance?" He asks, his boyish smile growing full-blown creepy.
"You know I'm starting to think I have approachable written on my forehead. First that creepy little boy, then her" I say tossing a look towards Emily who just shrugs uncaringly. "...And now you." I say looking him up and down in mild disgust. "What makes you think I should take you up on your offer?" I ask placing a hand on my hip.
Ian just smiles with a shrug. " I'm not asking for you to marry me, just a simple dance. I know you came here to have fun, and I'm sure standing against the wall for an hour doesn't constitute as such." He says reasonably. "Just one dance?" He says his smile turning slightly sincere.
I let out a sigh as I mentally debate my options. I could stand here for the rest of the night while I wait for Mona. But that would scream pathetic, and besides, as much as I enjoyed talking to Emily, (And I saythat with great sarcasm,) I would rather not continue to be insulted. On the other hand, Ian is cute, and most likely a senior or a recent graduate, but he's very creepy. And somethings off about his intentions. But nonetheless I'm the Princess of Rosewood and I have to make impressions among my peers if I plan on keeping my status until Senior year.
I turn to look at Emily who has a blank expression on her face. Emily then makes eye contact with me, and something flashes through her eyes. Almost like a plea or a warning. But just as soon as it comes it disappears, and Emily's face returns to neutral. I raise a perfectly arched eyebrow at her, almost in a challenging way. But Emily doesn't take the bate, instead she gives me a smile and raises her eyebrow right back, and I roll my eyes in response.
"Sure." I say redirecting my attention towards Ian.
Ian smiles and takes my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor.
An upbeat song begins to play and all of the moving bodies seem to flow along to it. From the outside looking in, it seems that everyone's jumping around making fools of themselves. But from the inside it's almost hypnotizing the way everyone moves in-sync, even if your dancing with someone else.
I was never much of a dancer but when I do dance, I tend to lose myself in the music. But I'm always on alert mode, so I make sure to keep a safe distance between me and Ian, who seems to have two left feet.
Ian on the other hand is more interested in my body movement to pay any attention to the music himself. He watches as I twirl along to the beat of the music, swaying my hips, not even caring if he's off beat, or stepping on somebody else's toes. Not fighting against his urges, he pulls my body flush against his owns as the beat of the music turns more sultry. He stares down at me almost predatory like. It's scaring the hell out of me. Like he'll do anything to make sure he has me.
Despite all that, I was having fun until Ian pulled me towards him. I attempt to step back but I wasn't allowed, as his hand tightened around my waist. I tried not to think to much into it as I will myself to relax, and continue dancing. We grind to the beat a little while longer. I notice that Ian's breathing is changing, and his eyes are dilating.
Of course I know he's getting 'happy', and it only further proves my point when he leans in to kiss me. But I turn my head in time and his mouth lands on my cheek. Instead of taking this as a sign to back off he starts to slowly kiss down my jaw, and onto my neck. I try to push him off but his grip tightens and he lets out a grunt, Grinding his lower half into me.
Okay this is getting a little too x-rated for me so I try again.
"Ian stop." I say attempting to push out of his strong grip. But he ignores me as he continues to kiss down my neck. "Ian." I say a bit louder only to be ignored again. "Ian I said stop!" I yell shoving him hard, causing him to stumble back.
Ian finally looks at me through his lust filled haze, then takes in their surroundings. "Sorry." He says letting out a breath attempting to calm his emotions down. "I lost control for a bit. It's just that your so beautiful Ali, I don't know what came over me." He says attempting to step closer to me.
"It's Alison." I correct instantly, holding out my hand to stop him from stepping any closer to me. "And I'm done dancing. Find yourself another girl to dry hump." I say with disgust before turning to walk away.
"Wait, let me at least get you a drink." Ian says quickly, stopping me from leaving. "Maybe we can take a walk out back and talk. I promise I'm not that bad of a guy. Just had to much to drink. Consider it a peace offering." He says sheepishly. "Just one drink?"
I let out a sigh and mentally curse myself for even considering it. I turn to look towards the wall to see that Emily girl no longer there. Well that goes my second option. I let out another sign then turns to nod my head yes. "Sure." I say with even less enthusiasm then the look I give.
Ian takes my hand again and leads me into the kitchen. When he walks in a couple of his jock buddies are all standing around the drinks. He gives them a nod and they smile knowingly, moving out of his way to grant him access to the booze. "I'll make you my specialty." He says tossing a smile over his shoulder towards me.
I simply roll my eyes and lean against the counter. I attempt to look over his shoulder to watch him but his tall figure won't allow it. I give up and turn to face the crowd. Originally looking for Mona, but I guess my mind subconsciously scans the crowd for that Emily girl as well.
"Here you are." Ian says turning around handing me a drink. "Don't ask what's in it because it's a trade secrete." He says with a smirk.
I eye the drink for a moment before taking it. "Thanks." I mutter.
Ian just smirks at me and lifts his own glass up to his mouth, watching me carefully.
I frown in thought. I can't believe I'm stuck in this kitchen with this asshole. But I'm even more pissed at the fact that my best friend ditched me. Rosewoods Princess couldn't even keep better company around her, how pathetic. And the more I thinks about it the angrier I get. I look down at the cup in my hand and raise it towards my lips. Might as well drown out my sorrows.
But right before I can take a swallow someone crashes into me causing me to drop the cup, and spill the drink all over my shirt.
"What the fuck!" I screech, looking down at my now ruined shirt. "What the fuck is your problem?" I yell again finally looking up to see the culprit, only to make eye-contact with nun other than Emily Fields herself. I'm pretty sure my eyes flash red as I let out a growl.
"Whoops." Emily says with a giggle. "I guess the alcohol is finally getting to me." She says with an uncaring shrug.
"Whoops? Is that all you have to say? You just ruined my favorite shirt and all you have to say is whoops?" I asks stepping closer towards Emily menacingly.
"Don't worry Alison, I'll buy you a new shirt. Just let me make you another drink. We can take that walk." Ian prods attempting to stop the situation from escalating, by grabbing my arm before I can walk away.
"Fuck your drink." I say pulling my arm away from his grip.
"Here let me take you to get cleaned up." Emily says grabbing my hand, pulling me away.
"No!" Ian says grabbing my other arm. "Stay. My mom owns a chain of Laundromats I'm sure she'd be able to help clean that up." He says almost pleadingly.
"And my mom used to work at one. I'm sure she knows more." Emily says pulling me back towards her.
"Stay out of this Emily." Ian finally says his eyes flashing dangerous.
"She's off limits Ian." Emily replies back through gritted teeth.
I just stare between both of them confused. "Let me go." I say pulling out of both of their grips. "I can take care of myself." I say straightening my clothes. "Come on." I say grabbing Emily's hand. "We don't have long before this stain sets in, and you better know what your doing." I say pulling her toward the stairs, leading her towards a vacant bathroom.
I don't have to turn around to see the smug look Emily throws toward Ian, and the menacingly glare he gives to Emily.
"I cannot believe you just did that!" I say as I storm into the bathroom. I walk over towards the sink and turn on the cold water, trying to rinse the stain out. The more water runs over my yellow shirt the angrier I get. I turn to look over towards Emily who's leaning casually against the wall watching me. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Cold water won't help." Emily says moving off of the wall towards me. She grabs the bottom of my shirt and motions for me to lift my arms up. When I comply, she takes my shirt off and runs it under extremely hot water.
So awkwardly I just stand there shifting back and forth in my black lace bra. I fold my arms over my chest to protect myself from the cold air, as I watch Emily move about the bathroom grabbing ingredients to clean my shirt with. "Your really good at that." I comment lamely into the awkward air. "Did your mom really work at a Laundromat?"
Emily snorts out a laugh, shaking her head. "No." She says as she rings out the shirt. "She's a stay at home mom, who just knows her chiz."
At this I bite my lip to hold back my laugh, but a giggle still slips out. "Did you really just say chiz?" I asks, causing the brunette to realize how dirty that word really is.
A smile makes its way onto Emily's face as she shakes her head at my immature behavior. "I guess I did." She says with a shrug. She then tosses my shirt towards me. "There, it's as good as new."
I look at the shirt almost impressed. If you didn't see the situation occur before hand then you wouldn't have been able to tell that a stain was ever there. "Thanks." I mutter as I slip it on, letting out a shiver as a cold draft hits the damp shirt, sending a chill down my spine.
Emily lets out a sigh as she takes off her leather jacket and hands it over to me. I take it with great hesitation, and I guess Emily picks up on it. "I don't have cooties I swear...I got that shot in like the fourth grade." Emily says with a teasing smile.
I put the jacket on shaking my head at Emily. Even after I secure the jacket around me, I still notice how the awkward atmosphere still rings in the air. "Are you ever going to tell me why you did it?" I ask, even though I'm not really expecting an answer.
Emily stares at me for a moment, seeming lost in thought. Then a small smirk breaks out on her face and she gives a shrug. "I guess that's just one secrete that Alison Dilaurentis won't find out about."
I open my mouth to respond but Emily cuts me off by opening the door.
"I better find my ride...I think I've partied enough." She says exiting the bathroom.
I just stare after her in confusion. "What the hell just happened?" I say to myself.
-the next day-
"Who the hell is Emily?!" I ask demandingly as I barge into Mona's bedroom.
Mona lets out a groan as she turns over in her bed shielding her face away from me and the blinding morning sunlight.
"Mona!" I yell this time pulling the covers away from her body.
"Alison..." Mona whines. "It's 8:00 in the morning...on a Saturday. I have a killer hang-over and your asking me questions that requires me to think." She groans out while placing a pillow over her head.
"Well I would have known about this girl last night if you wouldn't have ditched me to go make out with whomever. Leaving me on my own for three hours." I say accusingly, placing a stern hand on my hip.
Mona finally lifts her head up from under the pillow, giving me a tired look. "Do I even get a last name." She asks with one eye open.
"Nope...all I got is a first name." I say with a shrug.
"Ali that's not much to go off of." Mona says with a frown. But my stare remains blank. Mona let's out a dramatic sigh and rolls her eyes. "I'll see what I can find out."
I give a triumph smirk and shrug my shoulders happily. "Thanks." I say placing my louveton shades over my eyes and turning to leave the room. "See you for lunch at 1." I call over my shoulders only to receive a groan in response.
See how all of this started? This is the moment where Emily fields just unexpectedly placed herself in my path and I...being the victim of this situation.. had no clue how to handle it-
Emily POV:
Okay I'm going to stop her right there. Because this definitely wasn't the first encounter I've had with Alison Dilaurentis. And I definitely didn't start this feud between us. I can see that she's already got you believing I'm the villain. And that's just not the case...
So let me tell you my side of the story...
the real story...
Hi guys! Okay so this is my first story...well first time posting a story on her so please let me know what you think. Should I continue? If so I'll update once or twice a week. I have a lot of chapters lined up so just tell me what you think. Thank you!