A/N: Hey guys! So sorry for the delay for this chapter! I never realized how hard it could be to come up with a good storyline! I haven't come up with the entire storyline quite yet, so leave any ideas you have and anything you want to see more of in the comments and I will definitely consider them! I really want to involve the readers and let you all have a say in what happens throughout the story! You never know, your suggestion may just end up in the story ;)

P.S. This chapter will be told from neither Alison or Emily's POV. I wanted to try writing in third person. I decided I will continue to switch POV's.

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No Ones POV

Alison tried desperately to stay focused on the remaining papers that she had no choice but to grade right now. She had already cursed herself earlier this week for continually putting off grading these papers to spend more time with Rollins. After all, the excessive amount of time she spends on her work and not with him is the only issue he has pointed out lately. As a result, Alison is now livid with herself for waiting until the last minute. Even more now after what just happened right here on her desk with Emily not even an hour ago. She could barely focus. How could she, with the thoughts of the tan woman swirling through her already clouded mind? Alison knew she would have to let it go; at least for now. She would have plenty of time to think about all of that later. With that in mind, she pushed any thoughts involving the brunette to the back of her mind.

Finally, Alison finished grading all of the student's papers an impressive 2 hours before the deadline. The blonde wasted no time packing everything of importance into her bag and locking her classroom door behind her. This classroom was the last place she wanted to be right now.

Minutes later, Alison was already pulling into the parking lot of her apartment building. Thank God I only live 10 minutes from the school, Alison thought, but only to see that a moving truck was in her parking spot. Alison was honestly used to this happening. The city of Sherrill is the smallest city in the state of New York. So one would only assume that if there was anyone new moving to town by themselves, they would be moving here to The Edge apartments. Maybe someone finally bought the apartment next to mine, the blonde reasoned with herself as she stepped out of her 2014 Honda Accord. This is the very first car the blonde had ever bought for herself, and she was damn proud of it. As soon as the blonde unlocked the door to her apartment, she proceeded straight into the kitchen to grab a glass of wine. She was taken off guard by what seemed to sound like something being dropped on the other side of the wall. Alison rolled her eyes. Yupp, someone definitely just moved in next door. She assured herself from her earlier thoughts on the moving truck in her parking spot.

A couple glasses of wine later, Alison found herself sitting in front of an old photo album that her best friends had put together for her before all going to college. Spencer, Aria, Hanna and Emily had all done it together as one united going away present to the blonde. She swears it was only yesterday these photos were taken. Most of the pictures were taken after finding out about Charlotte. The girls had all decided to celebrate finally being A free by taking a much needed get away to Alisons family beach house in Cape May. On one page there's photos of all five of the girls sitting around a camp fire on the beach. Then another page filled with photo's from the day they all decided to cook dinner, but turned into a full blown war between all of the girls throwing flour everywhere. Alison smiled lightly as she recalled the memories. She turned the page and her smile fell a little. It's a photo of Emily and herself. They were covered in flour and Emily was hugging Alison from behind, with her head buried in the blondes neck as an attempt to stop her from throwing flour in her face. Alison runs her fingers lightly over the photo, as she realizes that this photo reminds her of the Emily she once knew. The girl that would get nervous if the blonde was even near her and would shiver from just a touch from the blue eyed beauty. The girl that was kind, and innocent and always seen the best in everyone. Alison slammed the book and threw it against the wall in anger. That was not the Emily that walked into her classroom today. This new Emily was cold it seemed. She was devious and obviously wanted to show the blonde that she was not the same girl she once knew. Alison sighed as she recalled the events from earlier.

What has happened to Emily in these five years? What has turned my sweet Emily into someone so cold and heartless? So many questions flew around in the blondes head. The worst part is, there is something about the way Emily used her that had the blonde wanting more. The brunette has always been beautiful, but with the new found attitude the swimmer has, she's mysteriously sexy. It entices the blonde and she could never openly admit that once Emily had her shivering under her cold finger tips, she didn't want her to stop. Alison really wanted Emily to push her back onto her desk and just have her way. The blonde had wanted nothing more then to feel the brunettes touch again since that one lust filled night five years ago. At one point in time the blonde would resist to anyone even attempting to hold power over her, but with Emily, she wanted the complete opposite. At least when it comes to her body that is. Alison still misses the innocent Emily that cared for her feelings. She didn't understand how Emily could make her feel a way no one ever has before. At the same time she is still furious at the brunette. Furious that she cut her off for five years and still hasn't given an explanation as to why she did it in the first place. An explanation the blonde desperately wanted.

Alison journeys to the kitchen to make yet another glass of wine but is stopped in her tracks by another loud noise coming from the apartment next door. "Oh no, this will NOT be continuing all night."Alison hissed aloud to herself as she gathered her cup of wine and walked out the door, headed to the door next to her own. Alison knew she was letting the liquor get the best of her, but at this point she was too far gone to care.

Alison furiously knocked on the neighbors door ready to give them a piece of her mind.

When the door opened, it took Alison a few seconds to understand what the hell was happening.

"OKAY, SERIOUSLY ARE YOU STALKING ME OR SOMETHING?!" Alison barked a little too hard as some of her wine flew out of her glass.

"Don't flatter yourself Alison," Emily rolled her eyes and let out a light chuckle that seemed to only make the blonde angrier.

"So you just happened to get a job at the same school as me, and then coincidentally rent out the apartment right next door to me?"

Emily seemed to find this all very humorous. Something the blonde still was not used to coming from the brunette.

Emily stared at the the blonde for a couple of moments. She noted that her hair was a wreck and her eyes were glossy.

The brunette flipped her hair to one side with her fingers before crossing her arms, making the cleavage from the tank top she was wearing much more noticeable. Alison bit the tip of her tongue at the action. Regardless of how much time has passed, one thing for sure has never changed. The sexual tension between them is still too much to handle.

"Exactly how much have you had to drink tonight Alison?" Emily said with a slight smirk noticing Alison's eyes flick back and forth between her eyes and her chest. Although flattered and surprised by the blondes obvious interest in her cleavage, she was slightly concerned. She had never seen the blonde in such a state.

"It doesn't fucking matter. Were not kids anymore Emily, I can do as I please in my own home" Alison flung her arms with a shrug with more emotion than she had intended causing her to fumble slightly.

Emily was at a loss for words for a moment. She shook her head knowing she may regret what she was about to say next.

"Just come in already Alison."

"What makes you think I want to come in with you?" The blonde furrowed her eyebrows. "I only came over here to tell you to keep the noise down."

"Look, we can either keep acting like we don't have to see each other almost every day now, or we can act like adults for a change and talk." Emily was seriously tired of all the childish antics. She had already made her message of not being a push over anymore quite clear to Alison earlier in her classroom.

"And plus, there's no fun in drinking alone."

"I'm still pissed at you." Alison spit back. Emily figured she was more upset about leaving her sitting on her desk vulnerable more than anything else.

"I know." Emily stepped to the side, as an indicator for Alison to walk inside.

The blonde stood for a couple of second before rolling her eyes and strutting past her into her apartment like she owned the place.

"Still as stubborn as ever." Emily noted as she closed the door behind them.