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{reputation,08 — no place like homecoming season one — episode six }
"Can't you just ask her if she's dating anyone?" Steve Wilson pleaded, looking at his best friend with puppy eyes.
"You know that doesn't work on me" she reminded him as she closed her locker "If you want to ask Aria to homecoming, just do it, don't get me in the middle of that"
"But you're friends with her now!" he kept insisting "I just want to know if I have any chances or I'm gonna make a fool of myself asking her if she's already dating anyone"
"I'm not friends with Aria" she reminded him, walking down the hall "I'm not friends with any of the girls"
"You're spending time with them" he shrugged; in his eyes it was practically the same thing.
"Yeah because their best friend and my brother were murdered" she casually commented, making Steve froze.
"Lizzie I —" he started to nervously try to apologize, making the girl snort.
"It's a joke Steve" she quickly dismissed it, rolling her eyes "This is how I cope"
"Right" he cleared his throat, as the bell that indicated the start of the class ended their conversation "See you at lunch?"
"Sure" she assured, walking into her classroom and taking a seat. The classroom was fairly empty, as the bell had just rung, and as she waited for her classmates to get inside, she took out the books she'll be needing for her lesson. However, a small frown formed on her forehead as she saw something sticking out of the book; she opened it, her eyes widening when she saw the picture that someone had put in there.
It was a picture of Emily and Maya; kissing.
She turned it over, finding a message written in red.
Now I know TWO secrets ! Little Lizzie isn't the only one that likes to kiss girls. And Emily isn't the only one to have a cute pic like this. — A.
"Had a great time today. Should do it again soon" Elizabeth read the text the girl had just sent her after coming back from their afternoon together; a smile that she was unable to hold back making its way into her face.
She bit her lip as she reached for something in the pocket of her jacket, taking out a picture that was taken that same afternoon at a photo booth. Lizzie looked at the picture, grateful that there was some evidence of what happened; because she truly couldn't believe it.
