the first time i saw you ↬ emison

; twenty five

emily's pov

+ saturday morning +

i receive a text from ali telling me to meet her at her house. i immediately jumped out of bed, and got ready.

ali's pov

after, em dropped me off last night, i just couldn't go to bed. i bit my fingernails, laying on my bed, looking at the ceiling. thinking about pigskin. it disgusted me even thinking about her and emily in the same sentence.

i stayed up all night, too stressed to go to bed. all i know is that, last night I
i didn't get a blink of an eye of sleep last night. i was still so awake. probably, because i drank like 10 cups of coffee.

once, it reached 7:00 a.m i instantly sent a text to emily, telling her to meet me. i was fully ready to tell her about pigsk- i mean paige. i can't have those kind of slip -ups when i talk to her, though.

i hear a knock on the door and i race downstairs. i open the door and see emily.

"hey, ali," she smiles. god, i love when she calls me that.

"come in," i say, a little jittery.

"are you okay?" she asks.

"y-yeah," i say, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "i might've just had a little too much coffee. that's all."

she nods.

"are you hungry?" i ask suddenly. "you must've not eaten, since i called you so early."

"sure," she says, grabbing a poptart. "thanks."

"come on," i say, going upstairs. "i have to talk about something with you."

she follows me.

+ ali's room +

i sit on the bed and pat on the space next to me for her to sit down.

"emily," i start. "you know your girlfriend, paige?"

"uh, yeah," she says, scratching her neck. "what about her?"

"you said she never mentioned me, right?"

she nods again, nervously.

"she's lying," i simply say.

her face expression changes. "what do you mean?"

"i mean, that we have a history. paige and i."

"what kind of history?" she asks, worried.

"bad history. we always competed and insulted each other, whenever possible."

"but, who started it? and why? what are you talking about?"

i giggle a little in my mind, knowing that my answer wasn't valid.

"well, i sorta...i sort of started it."

"what do you mean, how?"

"i- i uh, i like wrote some stupid note to pig- i mean paige, pretending to be you, and in the note, i said that you liked paige and everything."

"so? what happened?"

"well, i told her to leave the note under some sign. then, when she got there i took the note and told her it was me all along and that's when she started to hate me. 'cause once i read the letter, she knew that i knew she liked you and that i could use it against her anytime i wanted. but, i just never did."

"why did you do that, alison?"

"i was just a little," i say looking down. "jealous," i mumble.

"really?" she laughs, making me blush.

"yeah," i say in a barely audible voice.

"is that the only reason? you know, why she hates you?"

"yeah, i guess and i did have a nickname for her."

"which was..?"

"pigskin," i say, keeping myself from laughing.

"it was because if her thighs, right?" Emily chuckles.

"yeah," i say lightly laughing.

soon, the door busts open, revealing aria, hanna, mona, and spencer.

"hey, guys," they say in unison.

"hey," we wave back.

"what are you guys talking about?" Mona asks.

"ugh, paige mccullers." I answer.

"ooh. scary," aria says, plopping her self on a beanbag chair.

"yeah, I remember she used to play field hockey with me. we named a penalty after her," spencer adds, looking into my mirror.

we all laugh.

"so, it's aaturday, what should we do?" hanna asks.

"let's go shop!" mona says.