Pretty Little Lovers Untamed
Author's Note: I hope you guys like this. I've been working on it the last few days instead of doing my homework. So there. Haha. Please review!
Chapter 2
Emily Fields hated to lie to her friends, but she had to. She made sacrafices in order to see her. In order to touch her. Telling Spencer, Aria and Hanna that she had family obligations this Friday was no different. Her mom was visiting her aunt and her dad, was of course, away at war. She had no obligations. Not to them. She spun around in her bedroom, checking herself out in the mirror. She'd changed out of the sporty outfit she'd worn to school, and chosen something a little more stylish. She had on a pair of dark wash jeans, a black scoop neck long-sleeve tee, and an ivy green vest over top. She brushed through her dark hair for the hundreth time and applied a new layer of strawberry lipgloss. She blinked at her reflexion and hoped it was good enough.
The letters were inside of her matress. She'd slit the thing open and slid them inside. Now, she pulled the sheets up, and reached inside the slit to get them out. There were six of them. She'd gotten five of them from the same place- the kissing rock. Ali left them there for her. Each letter got more and more wonderful. The first one was left for her on under her pillow. That's how she knew to go. Ali had brought it herself, placed it under her pillow as she slept. Ali had been there, in her room with her and Emily had slept through it. She was determined to see her in person. And tonight was the night. Or.. She hoped so, anyway.
The first letter said,
"Em. Don't freak okay? I'm alive. I'm hiding. Don't tell the others. I know you won't. You're mine, and you always have been. Meet me at our spot on Friday at seven. Don't write me letters back. I can't take them, and I can't risk anyone finding them. Just meet me at our spot. Ali"
But she wasn't there. Only another letter that said,
"I'm sorry. I couldn't stay. I'm not ready yet. I have to make sure I can trust you. I have to make sure you're still the Em that kissed me in the library. If you are, keep this absolutely between us. Don't tell the others or I'll stop coming. Come back here on Friday. There will be another note. Kisses. Ali."
Emily went back the next Friday, always hopeful that the blonde herself would make an appearance. She went earlier each time but she never did catch her. Alison was so sly that she came and went wherever she pleased and Emily was absoutely unable to catch her. The third letter said,
"You ARE mine, aren't you Em? I wish I could tell you everything, but you know I can't. Not yet. Maybe not for a long time. Just trust me. I'm the good guy here. And I need your help Em. I need you on my side. You can't tell Ar or Han or Spence because I don't trust them the way I trust you. Prove to me that you're who I think you are. Kisses. Alison."
The fourth letter said,
"Emily, you know I haven't forgotten the way your lips felt against mine? The way you brushed them so softly against my mouth and then left me making excuses about why I thought it was wrong. It didn't feel wrong. I want to see you. I don't know when I can, but I want to. Keep showing me that you're worth it and I'll come up with something. Kisses. Ali."
Emily slowly went wild getting the letters. She would read them and then clutch them to her chest as if it was Alison she was hugging, rather than a piece of paper with her handwriting on it. By the fifth letter, she was a bundle of nerves. The other girls saw it but she just blamed it on the stress of school and her father being away. They all had their own problems, and so she wasn't all that worried about them prying. The fifth letter said,
"Everytime it gets harder and harder not waiting for you. Don't get frustrated with me, Em. I'm trying. I know you're going crazy having to deal with me leaving you all these letters. You're hiding them in a good place, right? Because I know you're keeping them. You're a romantic like that. I know that about you. I know a lot about you. Like that you wanted to kiss me with tongue that day and you were afraid. You're a coward sometimes, but it's cute on you. Keep being my girl. Just a little longer. Love, Ali."
Emily traced the letters in the word "love" a hundred times that week. And by the time she was headed off to get the sixth letter, she could barely keep her thoughts straight. The possibility of seeing Alison again filled her with a hope so fragile that she tiptoed to keep from dropping it. The sixth letter was the best of all though. It said,
"Emily, you keep me going. That sounds like something you would say, doesn't it? It is pretty corny. But it's true. You keep me going. I am on the run and always moving but it's you that keeps me motivated to make it. This is the last note I'm leaving you. I want to see you in person next time. And I have a plan. We can't meet here. It's too obvious. But there will be instructions here next Friday. Follow them and come find me. I'll be waiting for you. Don't breathe a word to the others though. Remember, this is just about me and you. Can't wait you see you again. Love Alison."
Emily read all the letters again that evening, and then shoved them back into the mattress. Her heart was already thumping hard in her chest, but she wasn't about to chicken out. She grabbed her phone and her keys and headed out.
The kissing rock was shrouded in darkness like usual, but she crept up to it anyways and felt around for the note. It was there, tucked along the base, inside a hole in the rock. She pulled it out, unfolded it, read it with the light of her phone. It said, "School library. Restricted section. Can't wait to see you."
Emily drove a little too fast, and held a little too tight to the steering wheel but she couldn't help it. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She shoved the note into the glove compartment of her vehicle and her phone too. She didn't want anything to interupt her night. She locked her car and hooked the keys to her belt loop. The front door of the school was locked. Ali hadn't told her how to get in but she had an idea. She headed around to the back of the school and sure enough, found the janitor's office door jimmied open with a brick. They never left it all the way closed anyways, because the janitors would smoke in their office and let the smoke escape through the crack in the door. Emily pulled it open slowly and quietly and crept inside.
The room was dark and she didn't want to turn on a light in case anyone would see the light or something, so she just felt through the darkness and found the door into the hallway. She slid through and headed as silently down the hallway towards the library as she could. Her stomach was doing flips and she felt lightheaded. Her hand shook as she pulled the door to the library open. The room was dark too, no lights anywhere. She headed to the restricted section by memory. But then, once she was almost there, she suddenly felt fear rocket through her. What if it hadn't been Ali at all? What if this was all an elaborate plan to get her alone with A so that A could kill her? She was consumed by terror then, because she could tell she wasn't alone and all at once she had convinced herself that she'd made a mistake and shouldn't have came here at all. That she was going to die and it was her fault for being an idiot.
But then arms slid around her waist.
"Took you long enough," a voice purred into her ear.
Emily melted. She knew that voice. She heard it in her dreams practically every night. "Ali..."
Alison spun Emily in her arms and they met face to face. Emily's eyes had began to adjust to the darkness and little ray of moonlight snuck into the library through the tiny window above the bookcases. She could see that Ali was wearing a long red coat. Her golden curls were still immaculate and she looked as beautiful and perfect as always.
"Miss me?" she asked, and gave Emily a smile. It made Emily's breath catch in her throat. Ali ran her hands down Emily's arms. "You're shaking," she said, "Were you that eager to see me?" she asked, the usual teasing nature of her tone still aparent. But then her tone broke and she clamped Emily close to her, her arms holding the more muscular girl against her firmly.
"I can't believe it's really you," Emily whispered, her voice near tears, "I thought that..."
"That it was all a trap?" Alison shook her head. "I knew you would. You're so suspicious." She laughed lightly, and then pulled back from Emily enough to catch her gaze again. "I love that about you." Then without another second's wait, she said, "Well aren't you going to kiss me?"
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