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"How would you know that's Spencer?" Alison asks.
"Yeah you haven't seen her in what- almost 10 years," Paige says. "Not to mention you only interacted with her once."
"Maybe, I could be wrong," Emily says as she slides off the top of the igloo. "That's not important. I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Emily left her friends without another word. It took a few moments before they could gather their bearings after that abrupt dismissal.
"But she's going the wrong way home!" Alison says.
"Ah leave her be! She can handle herself," Paige snipes back. "I'll see you tomorrow too!"
"You're welcoooooooooooome!" Alison shouts to her friend's retreating figure. "So much for hanging out!"
-x-
"First day of our last year of school and you guys look gloomy!" Mona slides in their cafeteria booth and places her tray on the table. "At least save that for graduation when we are all parting ways."
"Emily's in a funk," Paige retorts while sneaking a few pieces of chips from Mona's tray.
"Hey!" Mona slaps Paige's hands before she can grab another serving.
"I'm ok. Just PMS-ing." Emily shrugs.
"You had your period just last week!" Hanna exclaims as she slides next to Emily.
"What are you Emily's personal period tracker?" Alison sasses from behind her.
"No. I'm not. I'm just saying PMS is such a lousy excuse for everything." Hanna says.
"Says the girl who blew Caleb off because she wants to watch Magic Mike for God knows the nth time already!" Emily retorts back.
"It was a great film!"
"Oh my gosh I'm having war flashbacks when you guys forced me to watch that film!" Paige covers her ears.
"I'm permanently scarred for life because of that," Emily groans morosely.
Mona mock consoles her friend while trying to suppress the shit-eating grin off her face. "Hey Em, it's okay. At least the majority of us enjoyed it. That's the most important part of girl's night, right?"
"Can we please change topics?!" Paige says as she grabs the smoothie out of Alison's tray. She involuntarily shudders, whether it's from the impact of the smoothie in her system or from Magic Mike, one never knows. It's probably a combination of both.
"Hey! That's my drink!" Alison crumples her tissues and throws it to her side, completely missing Paige's face when she blocks it off her hand. A satisfied smirk etches on her features as she returns the drink on Alison's tray.
"Just keep your grubby paws off my food!"
"Mine too!" Mona says as she pulls the tray closer to her side.
Paige flips her the bird.
"Guy's knock it off!" Emily snaps back.
"Fine!"
"Where's Aria?"Alison asks no one in particular, abruptly changing the topic. Part of her being the leader of the group is that she also gets to call the shots.
Hanna shrugs, "Probably making out with our English teacher's younger brother in some closet space."
"What's his name, Heck?"
"Wes."
"Yeah. Yeah," Alison dismisses her query in an instant. "Now onto more pressing issues," Alison turns to Emily. Her 'don't even attempt to lie to me' face is back on. "What is up to you Em?"
Three pairs of eyes turn to Emily. Mild concern etching on their faces. The usually sweet and vibrant aura that is Emily's was replaced by what looks like her 'kicked puppy' demeanor. Frankly it bothers her friends since they saw her during their first period. They just got sidetrack by other things including burlesque male stripping and such topics.
"It's nothing," Emily dismisses with a lazy wave of her hand as she stands up to leave. "I'll just go to the clinic."
"Wow that looks familiar," Paige starts as she watches Emily's retreating figure.
Alison rolls her eyes, "And she's yet again going to the wrong direction."
Mona and Hanna merely gaze back and forth to their friend's interaction as Paige tries to sneakily grab more from Mona's chips.
"Hey! You have your own food!"
-x-
Emily finds herself hanging out on the courtyard as she sits under a tree. Her position completely shading her from the rest of the school. Sure she planned to charm her way into sleeping her moody self off on one of the comfortable beds in the clinic but she just doesn't have the heart too skip the rest of her classes. Once she settles herself in the bed, she knows she's not getting up unless the nurse forcefully yanks her off it after the school day ends.
She spies Aria talking animatedly with someone from where she sits but she doesn't really pay them any mind. Without anything left to do for her free period, Emily snatches the phone from her pocket as she decides that today's the right time to beat Hanna's high score on Fruit Ninja. She smiles to herself when she was this close to beating – Shit!
Someone poked her forehead, twice, completely evading her space, not to mention breaking off her concentration. Emily looks up to see intense brown eyes looking back at her.
"Hello!" The stranger greets her with a wide grin.
"Uhh – Hi?!" Emily squeaks once she realizes whom she's talking to.
Spencer motions to the space next to Emily, "Mind if I join you judge the rest of the world from where you sit?"
"No?"
Spencer quirks an eyebrow.
"I mean I'm not judging anyone from where I am," Emily goes for the save. "I'm just...yeah you can – uh – sit with me."
"Cool beans."
"So..." Emily starts to drawl out as Spencer took the space next to her.
"I know you," Spencer doesn't beat around the bush much to Emily's surprise. "I remember you from the playground."
"How do you remember?"
"If you should know, Emily," Spencer turns to face her and taps at the side of her head. "I have sharp memory skills."
"Tell me, how are those boys? I seem to remember them but unfortunately they don't remember me."
Emily smiles, "Well...I don't think you look the same as you did ten years ago, Do you?"
"Aren't we all?" Spencer returns Emily a small smile. "You sure did change. I wouldn't recognize you in those pastels, black leggings and skirt until I confirmed my suspicions from Aria."
Emily playfully retorts back, "Would've guessed that it was you in dark liner, flannel, denim and doc martens."
She continued inspecting her. "And is that blue highlights?" She motions for permission to touch Spencer's hair and inspect. "And it's real!"
"It's just Kool-Aid that will wear off in a few days," Spencer shrugs. "I'm Daddy and Mommy's token rebel child."
Emily startles and looks at her curiously, "What happened to you?"
Spencer looks away and there's a few minutes of silence until she snaps out of her thoughts. Emily was just about to apologize for her offhand question when the brunette turns her attention back to her, giving her a small smile.
"Life happens, Emily, you just gotta know how to roll with it."
"And this is how you roll with it?" Emily gestures to Spencer clothing.
"You like it," Spencer's mood shifts. Her eyes sparkling with malicious glint.
"And one of these days your panties will be soaked just thinking of my clothes..."
"...or the lack of it."
"Wha–ha–t?" Emily stammers, her brain short circuits from that statement.
"I – I wouldn't!"
Spencer cackles, clearly enjoying the reaction she got from her flustered companion. She grabs on the phone lying haphazardly on Emily's lap and proceeds to tap as fast as she could. Clearly taking advantage of the state the raven-haired girl is in.
"What are you doing?"
And she finally snaps out of it. Good!
"I gave you my phone number," Spencer says as she fixes the messenger bag to her side, abruptly standing up. She doesn't give Emily a chance to say anything until she's a few feet away. She had her back casually turned from her newly found friend as she walks back to the school's building. And if Spencer didn't turn around for a bit, Emily wouldn't know that the brunette was addressing her.
"Drop by the house later! We should hang out!"
And Spencer disappears behind the school doors leaving a wide-eyed Emily at her wake.
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