Second Chance

Chapter Twenty Two

Emily's POV

Alison has been avoiding me all day at school today. Every time she sees me in the hallway, she will run the opposite direction even if her class is not in the direction she runs. It's kind of getting annoying. Like, why is she running from me? Why can't she just talk to me about it? If she'd let me explain, she'd understand why I didn't answer her. She'd know that I feel the exact same way toward her. But I can't even tell her because she keeps avoiding me. I'm about ready to just say fuck it. If she wants to be like that then two can play that game. 

I walk into the classroom which happens to be the same class as Alison. It sucks having every class with her now. It bothered me that she'd sit up in the front just so she wouldn't have to sit anywhere near me. But now I don't even care. When I walk in the classroom, Alison is already seated in the front with her head down pretending to be looking at her notes. I roll my eyes and walk to the back of the class, being sure to make a loud thud noise when plopping in my seat. This day just needs to be over with. 

Hanna walks into the classroom and she inhales deeply while walking to the back of the class to sit beside me. At least she's not mad at me. She leans over so only I can hear her.

"I can seriously feel the tension in this room. What is going on?" She gives me a look that warns me to not lie to her. I've been avoiding the question but I know she's just going to keep asking until I tell her because she's Hanna. 

"Alison told me she loved me that night at the party." I whisper back to Hanna who now has her mouth slightly open. 

"So what's the problem?" She has a confused look on her face. I let out a big breath and just shake my head.

"I'll tell you later." I whisper back since the teacher just walked in. She gives me a slight nod and then begins to play with her hair. She wonders why she's flunking this class. She never pays attention and then when she finds out we had homework the night before, she tells the teacher she left it at home. Typical Hanna.

"Okay class, we are doing a project for this class in pairs." Mr. Fitz says from the board, writing down useless information on there. I roll my eyes. I hate doing projects that involve someone else as a partner. Last time, I got stuck with Hanna and she made me do the whole thing by myself. She's lucky I love her. That and I didn't want her to screw something up on the project. There are a few groans that come from a couple students which makes Mr. Fitz smile. "Please, don't sound too excited." 

"This class sucks." I say, not even bothering to be quiet about it. Woah. Sounds like old me again. Before the whole saving Alison thing took place. It kind of feels good to be the old Emily. Heads turn, one of them specifically being Alison's. She looks slightly shocked but I ignore her. 

"What was that, Ms. Fields?" Mr. Fitz asks, with a slight agitation to his tone indicating that he heard what I said. I only roll my eyes.

"I think you heard me." I snap back, crossing my arms over my chest and propping my legs up on the desk with not a single care. He clears his throat and then glares at me.

"Go to the office." He says sternly, while everyone looks back and forth between the two of us. I let out a half-hearted laugh.

"Like I'm going to do what you say." 

"Emily, stop." Alison says from the front of the class which grabs everyone's attention. She's slightly glaring at me but it doesn't phase me. 

"Look, she speaks." Sarcasm drips from my voice which causes her to frown at this. "Whatever." I get up from my desk and walk toward the door but stop. I turn around to Mr. Fitz. "I'm only leaving because this class sucks ass. Not because you told me to." And with that, I walk out of the classroom while people began to whisper to each other. 

"Welcome back." The old Emily says in my head, causing me to smirk.

"It feels good to be back." I respond, walking out of the school building ignoring the teachers who are yelling at me to come back inside. As if. 

Alison's POV

What does Emily think she's doing? Her acting that way reminds me of the old Emily. The one that doesn't care about anyone or anything. The one who will do whatever she wants and gets what she wants. Why is she acting like this? For whatever reason it may be, I don't like this side of her. A part of me was scared of her when she was who she was before she almost ran me over in the parking lot. Because I knew if she wanted to, she could make my life a living hell. What's changed? 

As soon as the bell rings, indicating school to be let out, I walk out with Hanna by my side. "Do you know what's wrong with Emily?" I ask her, but she only shakes her head no as we walk to our lockers to put our books away. I know she's lying. "Han, you're a terrible liar." 

"Look, I don't know for sure what's wrong with her but it probably has to do with you." She shoves her books in her locker and turns to me. "She didn't tell me the whole story but she told me you told her you loved her. Judging by how there's tension in the air whenever you two are in the same room, it's not hard to know that it has to do with you. So what's the problem?" 

"I've been avoiding her." I reply simply, closing my locker. I know it probably wasn't the best idea but I didn't want to have to face her. It's embarrassing for me. To tell someone you love them and only for them to just stare at you. 

"Why?"

"I told her I loved her the night at the party. She just stared at me. I thought she felt the same way toward me and that's why I told her. I put my heart out to her and she basically grabbed it and threw it on the ground just to stomp on it. It hurt me." Hanna then gives me a sad smile and rubs my arm. 

"Emily doesn't like to be ignored. It drives her mad. I've haven't seen her like this ever since you came into her life. So maybe you ignoring her, changed her back to the old Emily." I sigh at this and shake my head.

"So this is all my fault." I declare, throwing my hands up in the air. Emily is acting this way because I've been shutting her out. Great. I can't seem to do anything right. 

"You didn't know, sweetie." She intertwines my left hand into her right one. My eyes look down at them together. It feels weird to have her hand in mine because it's not Emily's. "Emily will come around." But she doesn't sound so sure. I want to talk to Em, but I feel like it's just going to make things worse. I just need to give her time I guess. 

"Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want Spencer's mom asking questions for me staying more than two nights." I give her a pleading look which she smiles at. 

"Sure. My mom won't mind." She closes her locker door before we walk out of the building, our hands still intertwined together.

Short chapter, but I wanted to update again because I got bored:)