Previously on Drunk On You...

"I know what I want." She gritted through her teeth. She faced me, her eyes angry and lustful.

"Then prove it." I dared her, my eyes staring into hers. "Prove it." I replied once again, this time softer and sweet.

"Emily.. I really have to go right now." I said, desperately trying to get as far away from her as I could.

She tightened her grip around my waist.

"Spencer." She breathed out, her eyes flashing to my lips. She then started to close the distance between us. Little by little. Those precious lips were getting closer and closer to mine. I wanted so badly to just smash my lips on to hers, but I couldn't. Not right now. Not until I know that her feelings are real. Not until I know completely that my feelings are real. I pushed her shoulders back sightly.

"Emily..I can't." My hands fell onto hers, making her grip loosen a bit.

"Why can't you just tell me one simple thing." She growled, her eyes glaring into mine making my stomach do somersaults. "How is that so hard?"

I let out a deep sigh and her hands fell from my waist to her sides. "You mean nothing to me..absolutely nothing." I lied through my teeth, making sure to avoid eye contact with her. "That kiss meant nothing." I lied again. Why am I saying this? What has gotten over me? "There is no way that I would settle for someone like you." Spencer Hastings, you stop it right now! I ran out of the door of The Brew, not even looking back before my mouth could spill out anymore lies.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I mumbled as I slid into the front seat of my car.

Beep. Beep. Someone texted me. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and looked at the caller ID. Hanna Marin.

Harsh Spence. -Han

I groaned. My face fell into my hands. I don't know what came over me. It's like my brain had no filter at the moment. I immediately felt a pang of sadness rush over me as I started my car. I didn't go home. I went to the one person that would help me figure out this situation. That helps me figure out a lot of things. From work stress, to a broken heart, to 'mama drama' as she would call it. This person is a life saver. I took a long deep breath before knocking on the door of her house. After a few seconds, the door swung open.

"It took you long enough...oh. Hello Spencer." She smiled brightly.

"I need your advice." I said, simply.

Third Person.

Aria Montgomery knocked impatiently on a door she was very familiar with. Knock. Knock.

"You better be here." She mumbled. "We had an agreement."

The door creaked slightly, as the figure on the other side of the door came into view. "It took you long enough." The figure stated, irritation feigning in their voice. "Come and join the others."

A smirk grew onto Aria's face as she walked into the house. It looked exactly how she remembered. As Aria walked father into the house, she saw a man and a woman sitting on the couch. A man and a woman she had known since middle school.

"Great to have you back Montgomery." The woman said, snidely. "We missed you way too much."

"Feels great to be back Jenna." Aria's eyes then went to the man. "Hello Noel."

He only nodded. A small smirk threatening to appear, but didn't.

"Okay, so what's the plan boss?" Aria asked, looking at the figure. "I got them all together like you ordered."

As far as Aria, Noel, and Jenna knew, the figure was a faceless woman. She always wore a veil that covered her face. Jenna had once tried to remove the veil, but she failed. She had gotten screamed at and a couple of hits thrown to her face...but not by the lady in the veil, but by a hired minion dressed in an all black hoodie.

"Great." The lady smirked. "Now the plan is..."

Meanwhile..

I smiled as a glass of tea was set in front of me.

"Here you go, Spence." The lady said, the smile never leaving her face.

She always was a smiler.

"Thanks CeCe." I smiled, bringing the glass of tea to my lips.

CeCe Drake was your typical cocky, know-it-all blonde. She had a nice body, perfect teeth, and a great smile. She was definitely a California girl. She and I had met when I took a trip to Los Angeles. She owned a clothing store in LA that I liked to shop at. She was pretty cool when I first met her. I thought that she was going to be a fling that I needed to recover from Sarah, but she was more than that. She was a caring, loving friend that always got me through my tough times. On the last day of my trip, CeCe had told me that she would come visit me in Rosewood, but she never mentioned anything about staying. She had sold her clothing shop in LA and built another one in New York.

"What brings you to mi la casa?" She laughed. "What advice do you need from me?"

I set the tea on the table and cleared my throat. "Well..uh. There's this girl. Her name is Emily Fields. Uh..one night, she was really drunk and she told me she liked me. Then, the next day I kissed her and felt amazing. Then we got into this really bad fight about something and we didn't talk for like two weeks. Today I seen her at The Brew. I was with my friend Hanna and she came up with this really cute nickname for Emily and I then things got really awkward afterwards.." I paused to examine Cece's facial expression.

They were screaming 'slow the hell down but continue'. I took another deep breath. "Emily asked me..in front of Hanna..she asked me why did I kiss her. I was trying really hard to get away from her after that then she wouldn't leave me alone so I told her she meant absolutely nothing to me and that I would never go out with someone like her."

CeCe looked as if she wanted to beat the crap out of me..twice.

"Okay Spencer, first of all that was pretty harsh. I mean, girls have feelings too you know. Everything is not just sugar canes and gum drops." She ranted. "You can't tell a girl that. Haven't your parents taught you any matters? Gosh, I would kill you right now but you're too adorable." We both laughed. "But seriously Spence, that's a no no. Second of all, you are acting like an elementary school kid about the situation. You should have just told her how you felt immediately."

"It's not that easy..."

"I know it isn't. I'm just kidding with you.." She playfully slapped my shoulder, which made me glare at her. "Ugh, you look hideous. Drink more tea..it makes you happier."

"CeCe.." I whined.

"See. You're doing it again. You're a spoiled brat, Spencer. You're such a spoiled brat..but you're cute which makes it easier for people to fall for you. Unlike you, people actually have a heart that's actually full of gold and rainbows and cookies and all that other nice stuff...and then there's you. Whose heart is filled with bad manicures and stinky breath and all that other bad stuff."

I folded my arms over my chest. "What exactly are you getting at?"

"To be more sensitive about your feelings, Spencer Hastings. I know it's going to hard because you're a Hastings and all but at least try to change for Emily..pretend she's Sarah."

"Emily will never be a Sarah..she's better than Sarah." A small smile crept onto my face.

"There you go!" CeCe shouted. "One color of the rainbow just made its way in your heart."

I laughed at Cece's corniness. "Which color of the rainbow, exactly?"

She shrugged. "Whatever color comes first, I guess. Orange? Doesn't orange come first in the rainbow?"

I laughed louder. I loved when CeCe played dumb to make me feel better. That's why I liked to come to her. She's funny and helpful.

"No, I'm serious."

Later That Day.

All I could think about was Spencer. Her true colors had been shown today. She's nothing but a heartless and manipulative bit...I can't believe she had actually said that to me. At least she had before I actually started to fall in love with her. Spencer was someone I really liked and admired. I admired her for her bravery..for her passion to stay devoted to work.. I admired her for her smartass remarks and..wait. What am I saying? I'm supposed to be disliking her right now. Not talking about how perfect she was.

Spencer's actions today kind of reminded me of Alison...of how Alison treated me. How Alison used me for her own practice. Practice on my lips. Spencer used me for practice. Practice. What is so bad about me that I couldn't have a real relationship? Was it the fact that I was too shy? Or was it the fact that I had graduated college, gotten a Bachelor's degree, and was still unemployed? Maybe my mother was right..about the doctor thing. Maybe I'll be something other than a swimmer. I'll just get a job until then.

I watched as Hanna paced back and forth into her house. She was nervous..and I don't know why. Maybe because Spencer wasn't answering her calls or texts.

"Where do you think she could have gone?" Hanna asked, worry shooting through every word.

"I don't.. I don't know. Why should I?"

Hanna stopped in her tracks to catch a glimpse at me. "Emily, you know she didn't mean anything that she said right? I could see it in her eyes. Maybe she-"

"Oh she meant it. She would not have said it if she didn't."

"She wanted you to leave her alone."

"And I was going too." I snapped. "And why are you taking her side in this?"

"I..I'm not taking sides. I'm just saying that I know she didn't mean it. She likes you Em..a lot. Just give her some time."

"I'll give her as much times as she wants." I crossed my arms over my chest. "No one has ever said that to me before."

"Well if you're Spencer's friend, you're going to have to get used to those harsh words. I've stayed with her for a week and I know that when Spencer Hastings is caught in sticky situations, she fights her way out of it..I guess telling you that got her out of the sticky situation..kind of. Trust me, she'll be over here apologizing in no time."