My Dream Girl(Emison Fanfic)

Prblms

Emily's POV:

Walking down the halls by myself, being completely isolated is sorta what I was expecting. It's sorta what I wanted.

Because I really didn't wanna see the girls. The pain, it's still there. And I don't think I can stand in Hanna's face and pretend I didn't witness what I did.

But instead of the white noise I would have preferred, I was met with a smiling Paige. A very happy, go lucky Paige.

Who am I to rain on her sunshine and cuss her out for being so damn cheery at 8:15 in the morning?

"Hey Paige, how's it going?" I asked.

"It's going great. Actually it's so much better than I thought. This school's pool is awesome." She said so energetically.

It's like I was hit with rays of positive energy. Damnit. I wanted to mope today.

"Yeah, it is. Did you get your schedule?" I asked.

"Yeah, I have math with Mr. Taylor. Chemistry with Mrs. Hester. American History with Mr. Myers. Biology with Mr. Marshall. And I have English with Mr. Fitz." She said running out of breath.

"That's great...it so happens to be every class I have." I say with much needed sarcasm.

This day just keeps getting better and better.

We made our way to math, that being our first class. I sat at the two to a table seat. And Paige followed right behind me.

Trying to focus on all the gibberish on the board was hard when all through out it, Paige kept staring at me and when I would catch her, she would turn the other way.

Out of nowhere, I started feeling fingers on my inner thighs. Looking down I slowly followed the arm to find Paige looking forward pretending like she was paying attention.

When we all know she wasn't.

I then move her hand and place it back on her leg. She then moves it back again. Now she's rubbing my thigh up and down.
I look up to find her smiling straight ahead, with a well known smirk.

Listen guys, we had a past together. So my body might have still, sorta reacted to her touching me. What? It's normal...

She then leans in to nibble on my ear while the teacher was writing on the board. Making me hot and flustered. She knew this was one of my weaknesses.

She then tries slipping her hand between my legs. Luckily for her, I have a dress on. Her hand was almost meeting their desired location when I came to my senses, and gently pushed her away.

"Paige...look I know we might have loved each other in the past but...I can't be with you right now." Paige questionably raised her eyebrows with a smirk.

"Woah! Who said anything about being together? Why do we even have to put labels on anything? Why can't we just hook up?" She asked looking fine with my immediate rejection.

"Do I look like some sleazy hook up to you?" I asked, feeling offended.

"No, no. That's not what I'm saying. Why can't we just go back to being us? Friends. But you know with the much needed benefits?" She said with high alarm at first but ended with that sly smirk on her face.

"I have a lot going on right now Paige. I don't have time for a 'friends with benefits' type fling. But don't get me wrong...I'll think about it. About us." I said sincerely.

She just nodded and smiled. Looking forward to gather at least a little bit of information about what the teacher was teaching.

Why must my life always attract problems?

I think to myself with my head down. I'm just not looking forward to the rest of this horrible day.

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Having Paige in all of my classes wasn't that bad. Insert sarcasm. We are currently on our way to American History. The class right before lunch and also the class I have all of the girls in.

Honestly today, I've managed to not run into any of them. And trust me their here. I even heard about Alison getting caught in one of her infamous hook up spots, by a teacher.

I seen the rest of the others in the halls. But because of Paige they probably didn't notice me.
And I've never thanked Paige enough.

Preparing myself before I enter the class was a very smart move on my end. Others wise I would've had a mental breakdown. All of my problems in one confined room. Yeah that's enough to produce anxiety for over a year.

So walking in after taking numerous breaths and having Paige ask me if I'm okay multiple times, was like fresh air. That made me wanna vomit. Yes, fresh air that made me want to vomit.

Grabbing Paige's arm as we find our seats was agonizing. Because not only was the whole class watching...so was the girls. And one particular girl was burning holes in Paige's arm.

Taking a seat all the way in the back was comforting. Paige had to find another seat away from me, because the classroom was really packed.

Just as I thought I made it home-free. Suddenly the kid next to me starts fidgeting. Then all of a sudden he's no longer there and is replaced by no other then Alison.

"Who the hell is that girl Emily?" Alison asks as she whispers over Mr. Fitz. And leans closer to me.

"Why should it matter Alison?" I asked, trying not to explode in my seat.

Just as our argument started to blossom...the lights was turned off. The class was submerged into darkness. And then music from the very on projector screen started playing. It was showing something about a war. But I was to focused on my anger to pay attention.

"What do you mean, why should it matter? I haven't seen you all day. Then the first time I lay eyes on you, your hanging on to some girls arm like a skank!" Alison ferociously whispered out.

"Whose ever arm I choose to be hanging onto, should be none of your concern! We're just friends right?! Oh wait I forgot...you fuck those too!" I spat out angrily. I honestly don't even think I'm whispering anymore.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Alison asks confused and enraged. For what? I have no idea.

"Don't think I didn't see Hanna and you, getting friendly inside the company of your room!" I screamed out.

All Alison does is blankly stare at me with surprise written all over her face.

Then as I came back down from our screaming match, I began start to noticing how the lights were on and how everyone, including the teacher was staring at us.

My eyes then met another set of icy blues, which were all teared up. I got up and stormed out of the classroom, violently slamming the door shut on my way out.