secret | e. prentiss

nineteen.

4 1/2 months later.

...

Everything was going great. I was still secretly hooking up with Emily, having insane sex, as always. Keeping it a secret was hard, but buying concealer every week to cover the love marks she left was even harder.

Our relationship was complicated. I liked her. I loved her. I wanted to be with her. Forever. I wanted her to be with me by my side. Seeing her through our laughs, smiles, jealous moments. The way she kissed me and took care of me after sex. Bringing me a warm blanket and ice cream. Braiding my hair when I asked. Taking care of me. But I would never admit that, that's what I wanted. It was just hookups. Or at least that's what I think she would say.

"Hey, do you want to stop to get drinks?" I hear Penelope ask, Emily right beside her. I smile at Penelope and nod. Throwing my files into my bag, I quickly sprint over to them, my eyes glued onto Emily's smile.

...

"I'll have 4 shots of vodka!" I yell through the music to the bartender. He nods, and turns his attention to Emily and Penelope.

Grabbing the shots from the bartender, I gulp the liquid down quickly, feeling the burning sensation quickly after. "I'll be right back," I heart Emily say as she walks away from me and Penelope.

"I think some one has their eye on you." Garcia mentions. Turning my head to see a pretty brunette, I smile.

"No, Penelope. Just because I like girls doesn't mean I want to kiss every attractive girl I see."

That was a lie.

"Well, you need some loving!" Penelope suggests. She didn't know that me and Emily were hooking up. As much as I wanted to tell her, I couldn't. It had to be kept a secret.

"Go talk to her!" Penelope adds again, gulping down another shot. I smile, laughing a little.

Hearing the music get louder, I grab Penelope to the dance floor. I was a bit tipsy, but not too much.

"Let's dance!" I shout to her. She giggles and starts dancing to the music. I start jumping slightly, up and down to the beat of the music.

"I love dancing!" I slurred out, the alcohol catching up to me. Swaying my hips to the music, I felt a pair of hands on my waist. Turning around, I meet Emily's soft complexion.

"Hey there" I say, biting my lip.

"You are drunk." She chuckles out.

"Sorry, my apologies" I joke.

She smiles down at me. The butterflies in my lower stomach erupting. And not the lustful butterflies. The warm butterflies: the feeling you get when you sip hot chocolate on a winter day.

I wanted to kiss her. So badly.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be back" I say, distancing myself from her and walking to the bathroom.

Stepping into the ladies room, I walk up to the mirror glancing at my wrecked face. I was in there alone, so I took out some lipgloss and reapplied.

Hearing the door open, I hear light footsteps.

"Emily?" I ask.

"Sorry?" An unfamiliar voice asks. Turning my head I see the pretty brunette from earlier.

"Oh sorry, I thought you were my friend" I say, giving her a small smile.

"Oh, no it's okay. I saw you from the bar. You're so beautiful." She says, walking closer to me.