I do not own pretty little liars, i'm just a fan of the show. Enjoy. I'm hoping to update within the next few days.

I woke up to the blaring of my fucking alarm, immediately regretting the amount I drank last night. With being a teacher I can't get time off to spend time with the girls, but at least teaching at Rosewood High only takes up my weekdays. Unfortunately though, at this moment in time I have one hell of a hangover and I have 2 hours till I have to teach my first class.

As I attempt to sit up, I feel a warm hand brush down my stomach; I looked down to find me and Emily had been spooning. God I missed her, but I doubt she feels the same way. Now that she's this well-known player who sleeps with all the girls. I can't believe the innocent Emily I'm looking at now does that. I looked down at my wedding ring; I guess I'm not the only one who's changed.

Across the room Hanna was slightly drooling in her sleep as she snored in sync with Ezra who was fast asleep on the far couch, which Aria and Spencer were sleeping mouth to mouth below, literally. I really had missed these dorks that I could once call my best friends.

I had to leave though. I was already running late as it was. I quickly stopped at mine and Mark's house to get changed. He was already at work, he really did work long hours at the surgery, with him commonly completing stressful 12 hour days.

I eventually walked down the Rosewood Halls I used to rule wearing my grey fitted blazer and a modest black pencil skirt as I headed to my classroom. I still had a hammering headache and definitely felt like I was going to throw up, but unsurprisingly teachers can't take time off for hangovers. Even if I regularly wished they did.

I briskly walked into my classroom ready to teach my sophomore English lesson. "Hi class, sorry I'm a bit late, I had to talk to the principal about our new syllabus." What they don't know won't hurt them.

I grabbed my chalk and began to write on the board great expectations. "So does anyone have any predictions or thoughts about what they think will happen in this great novel?" I spoke to my class as I handed out their books.

Becca raised her hand to ask for my permission, once I granted it she spoke, "I'm not sure of the plot, because I don't want to ruin it for myself, but I know it must be good, because it's written by Charles Dickens."

I smiled in response, "I can confirm that."

A cocky kid then spoke up, "stop being such a boring nerd Becca, everyone knows" he began to do sarcastic actions, "Pip gets Estella in the end." The class snickered.

"What's so funny?" My mermaid asked as she looked down at me, as if I was the most mesmerizing girl in the world.

I smiled, "their names: Pip, Mr Wopsle, Uncle Pumblechook. They all sound like stuffed animals." I always saved my more delicate side for Emily.

Emily sat by me, "I can't believe you already finished it."

"Want me to tell you what happens? I can make you a cheat cheat." I delicately teased Emily. I reached out and touched her soft locks fully aware of the effect I was having on her "you know, you should really let me braid your hair sometime."

"I had a dream last night, about Jenna…"

I quickly interrupted her, I didn't mean to snap, but I am a bitch. "Emily don't. Stop thinking about that." I tried to reassure her that it was okay, as I didn't want to hurt Emily's feelings, "there's all sorts of operations and stuff they can do."

Emily continues talking in her optimistic naïve way, which is yet another thing I love about her, "I dreamt she came back and she was fine. She could see perfectly and she forgave us."

I had to tell her the way I felt, even if it isn't in a way that completely bares my soul and leaves me vulnerable. I was just too scared, so I always made it seem almost patronising and as if I was just being a good friend reciprocating her feelings occasionally and being caring towards her. "That's why I love you. You're big on happy endings." They eye contact we held eventually made me feel vulnerable; I wondered if she could see the kind of beauty in my eyes that I always saw in hers. I looked back at my book, "so is Dickens by the way, Pip gets Estella in the end."

I chanced a glance at Em and made an impulse decision, "can I read you something." She gently nodded so I began, "I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement there could be." I didn't need to look down at the book, I had always known the quote by heart; it put my feelings for Emily into words, even if I'd never admit it to her. "Did you get to that part yet?"

Emily nodded and closed the gap between us, connecting her lips with mine. Just from that gentle kiss I saw fireworks, I felt like I was on cloud 9. All I really wanted was to kiss her soft, luscious lips forever, but I was a scared little girl, under my hard, controlled exterior.

"Get out of my classroom now Brett. Now!" I shouted at the teenager. The whole class looked shocked, as I'm usually very chilled and fun with the class, but how Brett just acted really has pushed my buttons.

I took a deep breath to stop myself from shouting at my entire class who originally laughed along with Brett. "I will not accept any form of bullying or abuse in my classes. Now If I was you I'd sort my attitude pronto." I may once have been one of those kids, well actually I was 1000 times worse. I was the bully. I tore down everyone around me; making it my sole aim to make them feel awful and a large amount of the time I succeeded. I am not letting anyone in my classes act even slightly like the monster I once was.

My class looked scared, but at this point I honestly didn't care. I'm not letting a harmless girl like Becca get picked on, because she's keen. A lot of my anger was caused by Brett's comment about great expectations. It hurt.

I made my voice softer, but it definitely still had a sharp edge "read the first 100 pages of the book and then write an essay on the narrative of the story for next Monday." I then went and sat at my desk and marked some of my classes past essays. I could already tell that today was going to be a very long day.

Eventually it got to my lunch break and somehow I hadn't thrown up and the worst of my headache was over. I was sat with my colleagues Sarah and Erin who also happened to be two of my best friends, when I got a text from Hanna inviting me out for dinner. They're only back in town for a few weeks so I'm sure Mark will understand.

Erin and Sarah absolutely loved Mark. He really was charming and his natural charisma made everyone adore him. He really had the whole package: the looks, the brains, the humour, even the money, which a lot of the materialistic people in Rosewood pick up on fast. They always have a lot of fun when we go out on our triple dates; in fact they were there when Marc proposed.

It was definitely an extravagant proposal with Marc proposing in front of a firework display spelling "Alison will you marry me?" I don't think there was anyone in Rosewood who wasn't there. It is considered by many to be such a beautiful proposal; I still get stopped occasionally when I'm shopping to be told how lucky I am to have a man like 'the beautiful suave Dr Rollins'.

Whenever we go out people swoon at Mark and I's PDA which he love to do wherever we go. I suppose I'm just not the type who usually took part in public displays of affection so it takes some getting used to.

After lunch I had a class where they were sitting a paper so it flew by and then I could go home and get ready for dinner, as I had no more lessons.

I didn't want to look too over dressed, but I definitely wanted to look good for Emily. As much as I hated to admit it, I was slightly jealous of all the girls she's got with, I always wanted her to just be mine. So if I couldn't have her, I was going to make her want me.

I decided on black jeans, with silver heels that matched my going out blazer. Dressed up, but not overdressed. I then styled my hair so it was in messy curls and made my makeup natural, but ensured that it made my eyes really pop.

When I met the girls at the grille I noticed straight away that Emily still didn't seem comfortable with me, I suppose that makes two of us. I was warmly greeted by the others, so I was luckily quickly included in conversation and had no time to dwell on what was happening between me and Emily.

I was laughing away with Hanna as she told a story of how she accidentally spilled coffee down her fashion stores top buyer when I heard the familiar voice that brought out my goose bumps and caused my heart rate to increase.

"Hey Alison, what are you doing here?"

The girls turned to meet the voice as Mark hugged me and pressed a prolonged kiss to my lips.