My Best Friend's Brother (PLL: A Jaria story)

Chapter 3:

I went to the pharmacy, bought the pill and a water bottle and immediately took it. I prayed to God that it worked. I also bought some shades since it was way too bright outside, and some advil for my pounding headache.

I stood outside the pharmacy, not knowing what to do as I paced back and forth.

I decided to look through my messages.

Crap... Missed call from my mother, father, and my friends.

I listened to the voice mails from my friends. Thinking maybe I could get some knowledge on what happened last night.

"Where are you Aria! You disappeared from the party. Did you seriously go home, you wuss,"- Alison

I rolled my eyes at Alison's message, but thought of a lie. I could just say I went home. I will probably get some snarky comments from Alison, but it was better than the truth.

Aria... Its past your curfew, if you are sleeping over at your friends house, you better let us know- Mom

The message from my father was similar to my mother's, except a little more harsher. While my other friend's messages were similar to Alison's, but nicer.

I texted my mother that I stayed over Hanna's house and not to worry, that I'm coming home now. Then I texted the group chat with my friends that I went home early because I felt sick.

It was bad enough I had to lie to my friends, but now my family. But it was necessary.

I walked back home and unlocked the door to my house, slipping through. It was 8:30 a.m. But my mother was already making breakfast. My dad must have gone to work.

"Morning mom..." I said casually as I closed the door, taking off the sunglasses and putting it into the black pocketbook I brought to the party, and Advil. Like I didn't just have an existential crisis 20 minutes ago.

"Morning sweetie," My mom turned around from the stove and raised a brow. "I thought you slept over at Hanna's? She didn't have any spare clothes for you?" My mom asked. Gesturing to the same purple lace dress I wore last night.

Shoot. I should have thought that through.

"Oh, um... I got out in a rush. I got your texts and I didn't want you to worry," I replied as I went over and took a piece of toast from her, eating it. Though I honestly felt queasy from this morning still, and still hungover. But I didn't need my mother to know that. She would kill me, then lecture me, then ground me. And most likely be so disappointed I will never be going out again.

"Oh okay, well as long as you're okay. How was the get together?" My mother asked, frying some eggs.

I knew my mother wouldn't let a 15 year old go to a party full of high schoolers. So I may have lied. The other girls lied to their parents too. Emily's mom was stricter than my mother. Alison probably told the truth, though maybe she didn't, Alison had her ways of getting what she wanted.

Awful... I will never go out again.

"Fun," I smiled a little before turning away. "Hey, I didn't get much sleep last night. We got back kind of late, so I think I'm just going to go to my room and rest," I said to my mother. I just wanted to hide all day today. Not only was I hungover and full of a whirlwind of thoughts. I couldn't see Alison like this. She would ask too many questions and it was one thing to lie to my parents... but lying to her? She sees right through a lie, as shocking as it sounds. She can't know.

My mom looked at me with concern. As if she was about to go all doctor mother on me. "Are you feeling okay?" She asked, going over to me and placing a hand on my forehead. "Your eyes seem red, but you're not warm..."