Troublemakers (Emison)

Chapter 5- Slamming door and Flirty Texts

Alison's POV

As I slam the door in Emily's face I try not to care but even two hours after Emily has gone, I realise that I feel bad for what I've done. I know that it was her fault for not contributing but I didn't have the right to get angry at her and kick her out like that. I saw the pain flash across Emily's face just before the door slammed shut. It was almost as though she was scared of something. It is that face filled with pain and fear that I see in my head over and over again.

I'm pissed off that this group assignment is getting nowhere. Emily doesn't want to help and I basically kicked her out. I kind of want to just do the whole assignment myself and that way I know we can get a good mark. But I don't want Emily to win and I want to make her pay. The only problem is that Emily doesn't care what mark we get, hell, she doesn't even care if we fail. I want to show her that she's not the boss, but I think that deep down, I want to prove to her that I'm good enough for her

A phone beeps, bringing me back to reality. I realise I still have Emily's phone. The text reads:

Hey babe, still up for tomorrow night? Meet you at the club? Can't wait x

Probably one of her Saturday night boyfriends everyone talks about. It's disgusting and any empathy I felt for her is tossed out the window. Emily has a boyfriend who she should be faithful to. I don't reply because I know Emily will find a way to have sex with someone on Saturday night whether it is this guy or not. She goes clubbing every Saturday and the whole school knows it.

A text comes from Hanna soon after:

DiLaurentis, I'd keep my hands off Em's phone if I were you.

I guess Emily knows that I have her phone. Not that I have plans to do anything with it anyway. Despite Hanna's text I unlock Emily's phone. As I scroll through her texts all I see is text after text from people saying how they 'enjoyed last night' and 'hope they can do it again'. Most of the people are guys but some are girls. I stop myself then. Why do I care? Why do I care how Emily spends her Saturday nights? And most of all: Why do I care that Emily has sex with girls?

A/N: Thanks for reading guys!