Pretty Little Liars: the next generation

Shay's First Kiss

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Shay's First Kiss

Shay walked to her locker. Her next class was study hall. She grabbed her chem homework, and slammed her locker door shut.

"Hey," Troian said, as Shay entered the room.

"Hey." Shay took a seat next to Troian. Though they were both friends with Sasha, they rarely hung out.

"That was really mean of Ashley and Sasha the other night," Troian said, while unzipping her pencil bag.

"Yeah," Shay agreed. Sure, she was angry at Sasha, but there was a little part inside of her that knew she could never hate Sasha.

Troian thought for a moment. "Hmm," she said. "Maybe me, you, and Lucy should break off of her and form our own little clique."

"No!" Shay said, louder and harsher than she'd intended. People turned to look. Shay turned bright red. "I mean... I think we should give her another chance," Shay corrected. There was just something about Sasha, that made Shay not be able to leave her side. Sure, she seemed a little bitchy, but somehow, Shay knew that if she stuck with her, everything would come out good in the end. It reminded her of her first kiss. The boy she swore on her heart she'd never talk to again.

Shay was telling Elliot, a total pervert, about butterfly stroke, when all of a sudden... bam! He made his move, planting his lips strongly on hers. She had wanted to resist, but was so stunned, she just sat there like a dumb animal caught in a trap. Unfortunately, before the kiss was over, the whole swim team had managed to see them together. They actually thought Shay wanted to be with Elliot, and when she told them he did it to her, they just thought she liked him even more. Someone dropped a heavy textbook, followed by a loud thud. Shay snapped out of her memory, and back to the present.

Troian shrugged. "It was just a suggestion. Suit yourself." Then, she went back to studying.

Shay couldn't stand Troian's temper. Whenever she got the slightest bit mad, she just turned on you. She also hated her for making such an effort to be perfect. She thought of a B+ like an F. Shay thought a B+ was a pretty good grade.

Beep beep. Shay glanced down at her iPhone. There was a new text message from an unknown number.

I wonder what Sasha if would say if she knew about your last "boyfriend". -A