A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you for the kind words! Knowing that you have enjoyed the last 2 chapters I have written a third and will continue to write as long as I know you are enjoying it!

So for this chapter I know you all are probably wondering why Emily's attitude changed so quickly once she finally responded to Alison. So to squash any confusion you may have, I have decided to write this chapter from Emily's POV. That way you know exactly what was going through her mind ;) So with no further delay…

Enjoy..

Emily's POV

Well here it goes. This is what I say to myself as I walk up the front steps of Burkley High School in New York, which is now the city I call my home. This will be my first day as head swim coach of the Burkley Bulls swim team.

After graduating with my degree in education from Pepperdine, I vowed that no matter what happens; to never move back to Rosewood, but at the same time, never move that far from Rosewood ever again. So that brought me here, where I'm close but not too close. Don't get me wrong; I loved the distance between the town that is home to everything horrible in my past and myself. It's just over the last five years, I really did miss my mother. I tried to convince her to move to California with me and start somewhere new, but if it's one thing I know about Pam Fields, it's that no means no. She also explained that even with the events of Charlotte over the years, Rosewood is the only place in the world that will ever feel like home to her. In that house she can still feel my fathers presence.

During his time away in the military, my father was killed in Iraq due to a bomb on his site. The last conversation we had was a conversation I have never forgotten. And is a huge part of the person I have become. The last time I had gotten to speak to my father was over the phone on a night I was feeling overwhelmed with school work. My confidence was completely shot. He said to me, "Emmy, you are so much stronger than you know. Nothing or no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. So don't let them."

Since my father passed away I have seen a change happening within myself. College in California was nothing like I expected it be, especially with my father gone. I put all of my focus into my schoolwork. Of course, I had my share of girls through the years, but I never allowed myself to get too close to any of them. As soon as a woman expressed they wanted anything more than just pleasant company and a good time, if you know what I mean, I would leave as fast as I could.
It's not like I wouldn't warn from the beginning that I didn't want anything serious. So naturally I was labeled a player. But I honestly didn't care.

I had no intentions of falling for someone in college and I still don't. Not after she had broken my heart for the last time five years ago. Not after she let me leave without even trying to stop me. All I needed was for her to grab my arm and tell me everything we had was real… But she didn't.

After leaving Rosewood, we had a few phone calls, and occasionally conversing through email; but after a while, I stopped answering her calls and then her emails. The longer I was away, the angrier I became that she didn't seem to care that we were apart. And if she didn't care, I figured that I should stop caring too. The only way I knew to do that was to distance myself from her once and for all. No matter how much it hurt.

All I cared about was being successful in my studies and making my father proud. With that goal being set, I graduated among the top of my class and now… I'm here.

Today is the first day of try-outs and I cannot wait to be near the water again. I may not be able to swim competitively anymore, but I'll take whatever I can get if it means being by the water. I glance at the time on my watch, which reads 2:30, and since practice doesn't start until 3:15 I have plenty of time. Okay, so that gives me 45 minutes to fill my water bottle and find my way to the natatorium. Before even stepping into the school, I mentally note that this is definitely the largest high school I have ever seen. I'm actually 100% positive that this school is bigger than any building in Rosewood. As soon as you enter the school you can tell the school is very wealthy. Upon walking in, the halls are decorated from floor to ceiling in the school colors, that are red, black, and white. A huge jump from the blue I wore at Rosewood, but I must say, this tight fit red coach jacket the school made me looks good as hell on me. I turn the corner and stop in front of a clear display case, full of large 1st place trophies, gold medals and ribbons. Damn, I'm guessing this is why they're so wealthy. This school must have sponsors throwing money from every direction, wanting to have their businesses affiliated with the sports here.

Realizing I've let too much time get away, I look at my watch. It's 2:50. Not too bad, but I realize that I should really ask for directions instead of wandering the halls. I'd rather not be late on my first day as coach.I continue down the hallway seeing that every classroom is empty with the lights turned off. God, do the teachers not have papers to grade or something? I kept walking until I reach the only door I see that still has the lights on and I knock gently, not wanting to frighten whoever was inside. "Its open," I hear a woman announce and with that I opened the door. I step inside and stand beside the door as it closes behind me, not wanting to continue towards the woman without a sign indicating it was okay to do so. "May I help you?" The woman speaks again. Suddenly I feel as if she isn't really pleased with my intruding, so I figure I should just get this over with. I can introduce myself some other time. "Hi, so sorry to bother you but I'm-" Wait a minute. I know this woman. I can recognize that irritated tone anywhere. I squint, trying to focus. Since she's looking down, all I can identify is her long blonde hair. This can't be happening. At the same moment I realized just whose classroom I had entered, the woman finally looks up at me.. Fuck. I was really hoping I was wrong... Alison.

I watch her as she stares at me, mouth agape in shock matching my expression. "E-Emily?" she manages to sputter out and I can tell that she's just as shocked as I am. This cannot be fucking happening. But this indeed is happening, and it's pretty obvious by the look on my face I don't exactly know how to feel about it. Because this is the first time I've seen her, or heard her voice in five years. The worst part about it all is.. She's even more breathtakingly gorgeous now than she was 5 years ago. I didn't even think that was fucking possible. Her golden tresses are longer than they have ever been, falling around her heart shape face and stops just below her chest. She's wearing a high waist skirt that stops a little below the knee and a long sleeve shirt tucked into it. Her body.. Oh God her fucking body... she's fully developed now. In EVERY area. Fuck Emily, get it together! This happens every time you see her as if she didn't prove to you she doesn't want you! That thought does it for me. I snap back into reality.

"What are you doing here Emily?" she questions me, and I can hear the frustration suddenly enter her tone. At the sound of her voice, I remember the one thing my dad told me that has stuck with me over the years: Nothing and no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

If this was five years ago, I'd be a stuttering mess, trying to make sure I don't say the wrong thing to tick Alison off... But this isn't five years ago.
And with the flick of a switch realize something. What the hell does she have to be frustrated at me for?

"I didn't know you were a teacher," is all I say as I stand my ground. Alison, prepare to meet Emily 2.0
I stand with my arms crossed as she steps closer to me and looks at me with the classic Alison Dilaurentis glare. Whoa, she's never used that look on me before. Just everyone else.. But I can't forget that I am everyone else now.
"Oh you don't say? Well, how could you being that you've completely blocked me from your life over the last 5 years. And you still haven't answered my question Emily."
"I'm the new swim coach Ali. I got my degree in education." I finally respond, extremely annoyed that she still believes she can speak to me any kind of way. Feeling my anger mixed with a bit of emotions taking over, I walk right up to her closing the distance between us. Before speaking, "I don't know if you totally disregarded this jacket that says "Burkley Swim Coach" sewn on it, or you seen it but just wanted to hear the sound of my voice."
Alison visibly gasps, probably surprised at the very little space I have left between us. Because the Emily she used to know would have never made such a bold move. I must say, her poker face isn't as good as it used to be... I think I like it. I see that surprisingly I have a tiny affect on the blonde. I'll remember that for later.
With her voiced raised, "Well you can be an asshole if you want but I'm not too proud to ask the important question here." and her eyes once again meet up to my own. As I look into her clear blue eyes, I see something I have rarely ever seen in them. I swear it looks like she is hurt or at least deeply concerned about what she is about to say. "Why did you push me away?" She looks away and something in me wants to let my guard down... because I never in a million years thought Alison would ever be effected by my absence in her life. I mean, she survived two years on the run without me right? But for her to actually let it show that she was affected by it, meant something. I let my eyes soften and lean back on the desk behind me. I sit back and think for a second. Do I really want to tell her the real reason I pushed her away? Because if I do, and she hurts me again, I know for a fact I can't handle that.. I allow my eyes to wander around the room, still thinking of what to say when my eyes settle on something on Alison's desk near where she sits... Well look what we have here.

All thoughts of being open and honest with Alison are gone within seconds and I am suddenly filled with anger with a mix of revenge. Old Emily, would take the high road but Emily 2.0? This means war. "Nice rose. Did he get that for you?" I say with a biting tone. She knew right then and there what I was referring to. I know exactly what I am doing, and depending on how she recovers from this, is how I decide how far I'm going to take it. She stiffens a little, and I can tell she's mentally cursing herself for forgetting about the photo. Once she recovers from the initial shock she looks at me with anger in her eyes, "You left me this time, remember? I moved on from you. You should've expected this Emily" letting out a huff when she was done and turning down the frame behind her noticing my eyes kept wandering back to the photo. Ouch. Okay, that one hurt. I think to myself. I left her? Is that what she really thinks happened? I sit more firmly planted on the desk and cross my arms before speaking "You act like not having me in your life for these last five years has been so difficult for you. Seems to me in that photo you've been perfectly fine without me."

The shorter blonde looks at me with hurt reflecting in her eyes.
While Alison is looking down at her feet, I stand from my seat on the desk and stand directly in front of her. "Do you love him?" is all I say. We haven't been this close to one another in years. and what pisses me off the most? Part of me could take Alison right here on this desk right now. Because damn this older more mature Alison exudes pure sex appeal.. But still I look at her with a certain softness in my eyes I know she can't quite read.
Seeing as though she's going to need a little push to answer me, so I gently grab her shoulders and pull her onto her feet. I lean in dangerously close to her ear. God she still smells like vanilla. "Ali," I whisper in her ear, and I watch as the blonde inhales sharply.
"We're not together" is the answer she gives me. Oh, really?

I run my fingers from her arms to her waist and say "Prove it." I can tell she is a bit confused as to what I want her to prove. She leans up, now whispering in my ear equally as hot as I had done to her earlier "What do you want me to prove?". This sends a shiver up my spine.
"Prove to me that you don't want me anymore.. and i'll leave you alone for good" I say, more seduction laced in my voice than intended.
I lift her up onto her desk and stand in between the tiny space in between her legs. I can see the affect I have on the blonde, but she's still holding back.
All I need is one word, one sound, that she still wants me. I slowly untuck her shirt from her skirt, and without breaking eye contact place my hand underneath her shirt swirling my fingers around her hip bones. The blonde still maintaining eye contact, only moving to bite the inside of her lip. and God she knows what that does to me. I start moving my hands higher, now resting on her rib cage. I can feel the chills forming on Ali's skin but yet she hasn't moved. With my own tensions building in places I would need to have taken care of if I don't quit soon, I make one final move. I snake my hands around her back and expertly unclip her bra. Alison gasps and looks at me again. This time her eyes are wide. Because she knows that this is the true test.
"Ali, if you don't want it you may want to speak now." I say to her with a sly smirk because I know there is no hiding your pleasure to what I was about to do next.
Alison opens her mouth to begin to speak when but I quickly move my fingers to slowly roll her nipples between my fingers, causing a shocked Alison to throw her head back in pleasure and let the sexiest moan escape from her lips. And there it is.

Not stopping the motion I have going with my fingers, I lean down and drop a gentle kiss to the blondes lips and pull back instantly.
Without warning I remove my hands from under her shirt. With an evil smirk on my face I walk towards the door and turn back to a traumatized and confused Alison.
"That's what I thought." this is the last thing I say as I triumphantly walk out the door. And with only 10 minutes to spare before practice. No one messes with Emily 2.0. Not even Alison Dilaurentis.

Okay sooooo this chapter was much longer than the previous ones but I think it was necessary. Emily is quite the manipulator now huh? Wonder who she got that from ;)

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