Previously on Drunk On You..
"The necklace.. you're wearing the necklace I bought you."
"Oh.. uh yeah. If someone special gave it to me, then I'm going to wear it everyday." She smiled brightly.I blushed bright red. Oh gosh Emily Fields.. you're doing it again. (Take it like a man, Spencer!) You're making me nervous.. and on top of that I'm blushing.
Emily Catherine Fields, you are going to be the death of me.. not literally.
The ride to The Grille was quiet. No one said a word.. literally. Spencer and I were just on good terms until everything just became.. awkward. Awkward because of me.
"Hey um, how about we ditch this dinner and go somewhere else?" Spencer asked.
I chuckled softly. "I don't think that would be a good idea. What would Aria say?"
"Aria would be fine. Today I just want to spend some time with you." She smiled weakly, keeping her eyes on the road. "Please? For me? Don't you want to have a Spemily day.. even though it's almost over."
I laughed, nodding my head. "I guess." A big smile spread across her face.
She made a U turn heading back to her lake house. Once again.. the ride was silent and awkward. We passed by palm trees and cheap motels on the way back. I rested my forehead against the glass of Spencer's car window. (Thinking about Spencer, aren't you Emily?)
"I don't get it." I heard Spencer mumble.
"Don't get what?" My head turning towards her. Her eyes stayed firmly on the road, not even glimpsing at me.
"You.. I don't get you." She smiled weakly. "You're so sweet to me and when it comes to Hanna, you're hard on her."
"Well I've known Hanna for a long time so I'm used to yelling at her and besides, she does really immature things. But with you," I sighed deeply. "You're more sensitive than Hanna. I have to be careful."
"I am so not sensitive." She said playfully.
I scoffed. "Oh yeah right. You're the most sensitive person I know.. and you try to hind it behind this.. person who's not you. This angry person who's not you. I mean, when you said that to me at The Brew, I felt.. rejected. No one had ever said anything like that to me before."
"That's because you're not used to rejection."
I grabbed her free hand and squeezed it gently, "I'm not used to being rejected by people I genuinely like. I've been rejected.. just not by lawyers."
After I said that, we bursted into laughter. Gosh.. Spencer had a beautiful laugh, "Guess you'll have to get used to it."
We finally pulled into the lake house driveway.
Spencer's POV
"You should totally come check out the master bedroom." I smirked, making Emily's cheeks turn a color of dark pink. "I've heard that it has the best bed."
"Is that what you say to all the girls that you bring here?" Her head hung shyly.
My smirk disappeared. "What does that mean?"
"Oh um.. I just thought that... uh that since you were rich and all that girls would be all over you... I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea."
"Ugh god no. I'm not that kind of person. If I like someone, I stick to them unless they tell me otherwise... besides I haven't slept with anyone since Sarah."
Sarah.
"Oh.." Emily said, nonchalantly plopping down onto the sofa. She patted next to her, giving me a signal to sit next to her. "Do you remember that day I came over to your house and tickled you?"
I smirked. "Of course. After you finished, you were begging me to stop-"
"Don't say it." Emily whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the sofa. "Just don't say it because," She pushed me back onto the sofa and I let her. Emily then climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. She leaned in close to my ear. "It's my turn for payback." She took my hands and pinned them above my head.
I swallowed hard. (Get some Spencer!) "I'm sorry for everything.. just don't do something you'll regret." I whispered, my eyes closing shut. "I have-"
My sentence was interrupted by Emily's lips pressing against my earlobe, lowering down to my neck. ( Wow, she seriously wants her payback.) I bit my lower lip hard, trying to supress my moan and kept my eyes shut. I forgot how soft Emily's lips really were. Guys, I mean they felt like feathers. Real feathers.. from a bird. ( Well duh. What else feathers are there? Emily really does make you nervous.) I tried to push her off but her grip around my wrists tightened. Emily's lips soon went back up to my earlobe, her teeth lightly grazing it. I gasped, making Emily halt her actions.
"I really think you should stop," I mumbled.
A small smirk appeared on her face. Her eyes were dark and lustful. She released my wrists and led them to her waist. Emily sat up, her smirk never disappearing from her face. "Did you mean it when you said I make you nervous?"
"I did."
"Can you explain to me how?" I flinched at the touch of Emily's fingertips on my stomach.
"You really should stop," My hands gripped her wrists tightly, making her actions halt. "Stop." I pleaded.
Her eyes met with mine. Why does this keep happening? (Kiss her! Now's your chance.) Her smirk now disappearing.
"I'm sorry.." She said, her voice filling with innocence and regret. "I went too far. I shouldn't-"
"Shut up Emily." I chuckled, letting my fingers fall in between hers. "Just shut up." Our eyes never leaving each other.. we stayed in that position. Emily straddling my waist, our fingers intertwined, and staring into each other's eyes. And let me tell you, it felt damn good.. and not because Emily was practically dry humping me. It felt good because I haven't been in this position in a while. The position where I actually feel wanted.
But it wasn't long before our moment was interrupted and Emily practically jumped off me. (My new name for you Spence, is 'Bad Luck Hastings'.) Emily and I's phones both buzzed at the same time.
"Weird." I spoke, making Emily jump.
"Uh.. um.. yeah I guess."
I smiled. Who's making who nervous now? I pulled my phone out of my pocket. One new text; Aria Montgomery. I'm so going to kill her. (You better! Humph ruining a perfect Spemily moment.)
Where are you two? We're worried. -Ar oxo
I have work tomorrow. I really need to sleep. Sorry Ar. -Spence oxo
I placed my phone on the table on the side of the sofa. I glanced over at Emily and saw that she was glaring at me.
"Work? Really? Why did you lie?" She asked, her voice raising within every word. "Am I some kind of secret?"
"No.." My heart stopped as I stepped closer to Emily. "No you're not a secret. Why would you think like that? I just thought that you wouldn't want them to know where we were, that's all. I never-"
"I don't want to be your secret, Spencer."
"What?" I asked, my heart breaking slightly. "What are you talking about?"
"Gosh.. you are just.." Emily paused as if she was debating whether or not to say something. Then she stared into my eyes with a look of determination. "You are just like Alison." She turned away from me, trying to run out of the door but I grabbed her hand and spun her around, now facing me again. We were close. So close that our noses were touching. I wanted nothing more than to just kiss her right then and there. (Then do it!)
"Don't you ever walk away from me again." I whispered, my voice pleading and slightly cracking.
"Spencer.."
"I don't ever.." My hand fell onto Emily's cheek. "I don't ever want you to be my secret.. not now.. not ever." My eyes flicked onto her lips. "You're too beautiful to be anyone's secret."
At The Grille. [ No Ones POV ]
"I'm starving.." Hanna whined. "And I haven't seen Emily all day.. where is my best friend?"
Aria and Alison giggled. "Wow," Aria smiled. "Someone's whiny today."
"That's because when you texted me, I was asleep." Hanna said, rubbing her stomach.
"Okay.. before Hanna becomes even more whiny, can we please eat something?" Alison suggested. "Emily and Spencer seem like that aren't coming."
Aria groaned. "They aren't." She was the one whining now. "And I really wanted everyone to be here.. together."
"Oh here's an idea.." Hanna's voice screamed sarcasm. "How about we reschedule and eat something now?" Hanna picked up the menu that was sitting on the table. "Waiter." She called out.
"No." Aria shouted, "This has to be done now."
"And you said Hanna is being whiny." Alison snarled, looking over the menu with Hanna. "Oh that looks nice."
Aria's phone rang throughout the empty restaurant. She excused herself from the table and made her way outside.
"Hey boss, change of plans. Two of them didn't show up."
"Who's there now?"
"Hanna and Alison." Aria gulped hard. "Please don't be-"
"Continue with the plan. I've got something in store for the other two anyway."
"Your wish is my command. Bring me the bait." Aria smiled.
Aria hung up the phone with the woman and looked down the street for him. About two minutes later, the figure appeared around the corner and Aria smirke. The figure nodded and Aria made her way back into the restaurant, "So did you figure out what to order?" She asked the girls. "Sorry I took so long."
"Yeah.." Alison smiled. "Who was that on the phone anyway?"
"A friend of mine." Aria smiled.. but only to hide her smirk.
"Someone we know?" Hanna added in.
"Maybe.." Aria laughed. "Maybe."
Hanna and Alison's eyes soon fell on the figure that entered The Grille. Their faces fell into a look of terror as the figure came closer and closer to them. Their was a slight smirk on the figure's gentle face, "Remember me?" The figure asked.
Aria stood from her seat and kissed the figure roughly, making sure that Hanna and Alison saw it. Hanna couldn't believe her eyes. As much as Aria and Hanna had many conversations about how much they hated him... with his mysterious but handsome face, smooth hair cut, and dark brown eyes. As much pain he has put the four girls through, Alison couldn't believe it either. As far as she was concerned, he was dead.
"Jason.." Alison asked, betrayal and fear evident in her voice.
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