Troublemakers (Emison)

Chapter 11- Lesbian Bashing

A/N: Hey guys! Just before you read I just want to say that I don't share any of the homophobic views/thoughts. I'm bi so trust me when I say that I'm not homophobic. Also, I was having publishing issues so sorry if you got like a million notifications...

*MONDAY MORNING* (PARTY WAS FRIDAY NIGHT)

Alison's POV

I barely have any recollection of the past two days. On Friday I got so drunk- for the first time in my life. I hate to admit it, but I had a really good time. From what I remember anyway. I only remember going to the party and meeting Noel Kahn. It goes blank after that. I guess that's why so many people like drinking and getting wasted as they call it. I get why Emily likes being the badass girl now. It's fun and you don't have a care in the world. But with me, it's different. There are so many things to worry about: grades, school, friends, career, boyfriends. Sometimes it was just so tiring.

I basically slept through Saturday and don't really remember much of the hours which I was awake. I guess that's what people call a hangover. Luckily my parents were out of town and didn't know. Sunday was pretty hazy too.

But I still have school today. School where I have to be my usualy perfect self and I can't be who I want to be. I can't get bad grades, I can't be a troublemaker and I can't like Emily Fields. I get to school that morning and everyone is staring at me. Like everyone. I see Emily at the end of the hallway and wave at her. A laugh erupts from the crowd that has gathered at my locker. Emily turns around, pretending not to see me and walks off with Hanna whilst lighting a cigarette. What the hell is going on? I slowly make my way to my locker, going to get my books for my first class- English. As I approach my locker I see why everyone is staring. There in big bold red writing on my locker it saids: DYKE

What the hell? I'm gay and I think I've known for a while but... I never told anyone. The only girl that could possibly even think that is Emily since I kissed her at her house . I didn't think Emily was such a bitch. I knew she was a troublemaker but spray-painting DYKE onto my locker was a new low. I genuinely thought she cared. Maybe she didn't like me the way I liked her, but I thought we had something. I thought we were at least friends. Clearly not. Emily was using me just for her own entertainment. She'd missed her Saturday sex because of me but she'd had so much fun toying with me.

"Hey lezbo!" someone shouts.

"Can I join you and Emily for a threesome sometime?"

"Can you join me and my girlfriend next weekend?"

"How do you know you don't like dick? I'm sure if you try you'll love it!"

"Do you want to some of my dick?"

"I've always wanted to get a blowjob from a lezbo"

"God hates fags"

"Hey dyke, how much to fuck you?"

What the fuck? I am lesbian not a slut. I am a virgin and I am not fucking horny. This was all Emily's fault. She'd probably told everyone about how we'd made out at her house last Saturday. She'd enjoyed it just as much as I did so why the hell was I the only one getting teased?

The banter continues from all the people in my grade. I couldn't deal with it. With tears streaming down my face, I run out the doors to the school field. No one was there and so I just pace, furious at myself. Furious for letting this happen, furious for kissing Emily, furious for loving Emily.

"Ali? Are you okay?" a voice asks me. Emily. Of course she would be wagging class.

"It's all you're fucking fault so don't ask me if I'm okay," I shout back.

Hanna coughs, "Told ya that's what she'd think."

"Were you in this too?" I ask.

Emily speaks up, "Look it wasn't me. You were drunk and you told everyone at Noel Kahn's party that you were a lesbian and into me."

What? I always thought that this had happened because of us making out at Emily's house last Saturday. I never knew that that had happened at the party on Friday night. So it wasn't Emily's fault after all. I blush red. I didn't mean for Emily to find out that way.

"Sorry, I just thought that-" I don't have to continue. Emily already knows. I thought that it was Emily and Hanna stirring up trouble again.

"It's okay. It comes with the reputation," Emily says.

Hanna exhales her cigarette smoke then tells Emily, "Don't be a fucking pussy. Give her the fucking thing."

Emily glares at her. I just look at them confused. I could swear Emily starts blushing. She rummages her pockets for something then pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. She hands it to me then looks away embarrassed.

"What is it?" I ask as I pocket the piece of paper.

Emily just stares at her feet. Hanna speaks up for her, "Oh for fuck's sake. That- Blondie- is her number."

A/N: Thanks for reading guys. Love y'all. I got so excited writing the last bit of this chapter. Feedback would be appreciated :)