Emison: Unsteady

8- One Time Thing

Oh god, this was hard to publish. Read Roommates after this.

Emily's POV
Eighth Grade

Ok Emily relax, it was just a kiss for practice, it meant nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Fuck, but it did mean everything. It was my first kiss, which happens to be with my totally straight best friend.

No matter how hard I try, I just couldn't disregard the fact that my stomach flips every single time my mind flashes back to yesterday afternoon when Ali practically made out with me on my Power Rangers bed sheets for the first time; and probably only time. But holy cow, the way her soft nimble fingers felt against my cheek, the way she straddled me down against my bed and the way she ruts down on my member in a steady rhythm, holy cheeseballs on a stick. All of it made me feel some type of way.

I slap myself in the face, god Emily, don't be a perve.

I turn my head to see a couple of kids staring at me weirdly. I chuckle, nodding at them as they raise their eyebrows in a 'this girl is crazy' kind of way.

"Fuck" I whisper to myself, leaning my forehead against the red painted metal of my locker.

"Excuse me! Eighth-grader coming through!" A semi-deep voice announced loudly down the hallway. I frown, picking my head up to see a familiar olive tanned boy with spiky brown hair, clad in a crisp shirt and a sweater vest. The classic preppy boy apparel. The usual group of girls giggling at the sight of Noel Khan, strutting down Rosewood Middle School's hallways with his chin raised and a smug grin on his supposedly handsome face. "There she is ladies and gentlemen. Star athlete, the female Ronaldo, Rosewood's second best looking eighth grader after myself, Emily Fields!" He clapped with his Tommy Hilfiger backpack sagging down his back.

"Oh god" I mumble to myself, my cheeks flaming red as some girls from our grade looked our way. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why he's... like this" I apologize awkwardly. The group of pretty girls giggle collectively, twirling a piece of hair around their fingers. It wasn't even funny.

Noel roughly wrapped an arm around my neck before ruffling up my brunette hair that was dyed blonde at the tips. Alison dragged me to the salon last weekend to get it done. She stayed for hours, flipping through magazines while I sat there, getting my virgin hair painted on. I don't know why, it was a last minute decision.

"Quit it" I huff, shoving the slightly taller boy off. He snickered before glancing down at my apparel with a grimace.

"Dude, we need to get you some new clothes if you wanna pull in chicks" He judged, pointing out my baggy ripped jeans that were 'so 2001' with the hem looking like a swaying mop, plus my green and white baseball long sleeves that had holes in the armpit area.

He has no idea what goes on in my household. Compared to those issues, my appearance is the least of my worries.

After I came out to our group early on this year, Noel was surprisingly supportive and even encourages me from time to time to get with some girls from our grade or from different schools. It was surprising because most fuck boys in this town are known to be homophobic. I'm just lucky enough that I have a group of friends that are accepting and supportive. Having them around has also helped me avoid certain slurs thrown my way. No one dares to mess with Noel Khan's friends, his family practically owns Rosewood, along with the DiLaurentis'. You try something, Noel has his father on speed dial.