Alison's POV
Love stories always start out with a someone in love with someone. This isn't different from that except that we're both girls. Alison Dilaurentis is the name and I'm a Junior in Rosewood high. I'm turning 17 in a few months. People think of me as a "fuckgirl" cuz of a rep I use to have. I'm seriously tryna change, but Emily doesn't believe that.
Ah, Emily Fields. The girl of my dreams. Nah, really. I've been in love with her since 7th grade. She didn't know it until we got to high school, but she was taken. She recently found out and thought I was just tryna get some. That's not what I'm trying to do. Yeah, I've been going around with girls and stuff, but I'm ready to give that all up to be with her. Damn, if only she could see it.
Noel stares at me funny, "what's been going on with you? All this week you've been spacing out on me." He takes a bite out of his hamburger.
I sigh, "sorry, I've just been thinking alot". I place my chin in my hand leaning against the table.
"Is this about Emily again? Look, if you like the girl so much just tell her your thoughts."
"Don't you think I tried?! I legit told her that I really wanted to be with her and she said that I was tryna play her. She honestly thinks Imma just use her for one night then bounce." Groans frustrated.
Noel shrugs a little avoiding contact for a second. "You kinda.. are like that tho..."
Gives him a death glare. "Don't u think I'm trying to change that? I'd seriously drop all my hoes just for her. WHICH I have!"
"Well, that's nice." Scoffs sarcastically. "No wonder she's having doubts. You treat every girl the same. If you really wanna get her, do something romantic that you wouldn't do for anyone. Show her that she's all that matters to you."
He does have a point. I flirt with alot of girls and sometimes I use the same material to get them. But with Emily, I don't use material. I just say what I feel. I get that how I was wasn't exactly the perfect me. I guess I should start coming up with something I'll know she'll love. Plus, I have my romantic moments.
I nodding satisfied, "yeah, you're right. Imma do something romantic. I'll sing for her! Wait.. maybe I'll just say what I needa say. Wait.."
He pauses me, "maybe you should think about this later. We got finals in an hour and you need to keep your head in the game."
"Ugh, you're right. If I don't pass chemistry I'll have to take it again. And I ain't down for that."
Emily's POV
I'm hanging out with Spencer and Hanna trying to review for finals. My mind keeps wondering off though. I'm Emily Fields and I'm 17 years old. I'm currently a Junior in Rosewood High. I'm the caption of the swim team so these finals mean so much to me. If I don't do good, I'll probably be kicked off the swim team. It's hard to concentrate when I can't stop thinking about Alison. She's one of my friends. I just found out that she's in love with me, but I don't believe it. She's well known to say things to girls just to get in their pants. I should know, I was there when she's done it. The only problem about this is that a part of me thinks she's lying and the other thinks she's not. Honestly, I really do like her and I'd love to try, but I don't wanna be played again. I know she wouldn't purposely hurt me, but I don't know my doubts get in the way.
I think I spaced out for a long time because Spencer snapped her fingers at me.
Spencer snapping her fingers at me viciously. "HELLLOOOO, EARTH TO EMILY!!"
Hanna laughs a bit shaking her head. "Man, what's with you Em? I haven't seen you more interested in your thoughts than swimming."
"Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about what Ali said."
