Tutor Girl (Emison)

Chapter 27

Alison POV

"God what do I wear?" I rifle though my clothes while CeCe sits on my bed, looking down at her phone.

"How's this?" I hold an outfit up to my body but CeCe doesn't even look up from the screen.

"Look's great Als."

I roll my eyes, "it'd help if you looked up from your phone."

It takes a few moments bu she eventually looks up, "oh. Sorry. Um...the left one." I nod and grab it, beginning o change in the closet.

"Do you ever think that maybe, Emily's playing you?" CeCe shouts from my bed but I shake my head, "no. She isn't. CeCe she's genuine with me." 

I walk out in my floral dress and fix my hair.

"Maybe that's what she wants you to think."

I chuckle, "you'e paranoid."

"Not paranoid! I'm just looking out for you."

I smile gently as I turn around, then cup her cheeks. "And I love you for that. But...I really like Emily. This is...serious. I'm serious about her. Just like you're serious about mopey cheerleader."

CeCe chuckles, "fair enough. But if she hurts you. You come to me, alright?"

I kiss her cheek and giggle, "absolutely."

I skip out of my room, grabbing shoes and my bag on the way out. I drive my car to the theater and park, getting out to meet Emily. I bite my lip as I look at the time. 

6:57

I smile to myself and wait patiently before 6:57 turns to 7:30

I sigh and look around, then feel my phone vibrate. I look down and see Emily's name. I pick it up, "Em? Hey are you okay-" "I know I'm late. I'm sorry."

I roll my eyes, realizing that she's fine, just late. Very, late.

"I've been waiting for a half hour, Emily."

She sighs, "fuck. I know. I'm sorry Als. I just got caught up sorting out the limo."

I frown, "limo?" I groan and shake my head, "Emily, I get that you have a life and all but I look like an idiot standing out here."

"Really? Cause I think you look pretty hot."

I furrow my eyebrows, "what? You can't-" "Turn around gorgeous."

My body spins on my heels until I see a sexy Emily Fields grinning at me from a black limo. She gets out and smiles, "you didn't think that this theater is where our date is, did you?" She pecks my lips and hugs me.

I smile, "what are you up to Emily Fields?"

"Just get in," she whispers in my ear and opens the door.

I slide in and she observes me, "you look beautiful."

"Thank you handsome. But it doesn't compare to your get up," I reply, looking at her white button up tucked into jeans with the top buttons undone.

"Why thank you."

With about 2 hours of a limo ride and Emily refusing to tell me where we are going, she kisses me over and over again.

When our limo stops she smiles, "we're here."

"Emily where are-" I freeze when I get out of the limo.

Gershwin Theater. Wicked.

"Emily Fields-" "don't mention how expensive it is. Just enjoy the show with me."