DON'T BLAME ME.//J. DILAURENTIS.

7.

"so ophelia, hows your week been?" anne sullivan asked her. ophelia remained quiet, not wanting to talk. "c'mon, you know you can trust me." still no answer. ophelia just wanted to be home in bed, alone. "times up, same time next week." ophelia got up and grabbed her bag, almost running out of the building.

her phone went off in her pocket.
Spencer: Call me later, need to talk.
before she could answer, she bumped into a familiar face. "oh my gosh, i am so sorry! i got to keep my head up." she laughed as she looked up to see jason. he smiled at the girl.

"this may sound weird but do you want to get coffee with me? you can say no if you want." ophelia looked around, making sure no one she knew was around. she nodded and jason guided her to the nearest coffee shop.

she sat alone for a few minutes, texting the girls. not about what she was doing but the whole ian and NAT club thing. they would all kill her if they knew what she was doing. especially spencer. jason came up with two cups in his hand. "decaf, just the way you like it." he smiled before taking his seat across from her. a silence stood between the two for awhile before he broke it. "i want to thank you for coming, i know it isn't easy. i just missed you and that night still haunts me. i swear i'm a better person now."

"i bet you are." she placed her little hand over his. she soon realized what she had done and removed her hand, making her face a bright red. "now, tell me how you've been. it feels like years." she took a big sip of coffee.

jason ran his fingers through his hair and smiled. "getting there. i'm living at my old house now, which is weird. also, the stares i get whenever i walk around aren't the best but it's rosewood, i wouldn't expect anything else." ophelia just stared into his eyes, getting the feeling she once had for him. "you sure matured since i last saw you. wearing your hair down more, no more oversized t-shirts. i'm happy you are comfortable with yourself."

"to be honest, i didn't do it myself. it was the girls who helped me. they all kinda forced me out of my comfort zone when we became friends. at first i didn't like it, the change i mean. but now i'm thankful for it." ophelia awkwardly said.

jason just laughed. "you never were like the other girls. always standing out even though you never spoke. alison sure did change them but i knew you would always stay true. that's what i like about you." ophelia just blushed, while jason looked at his watch. "i have to go, do you need a ride?"

"uh, sure. better than walking." they walked to his car and he began to drive. the car ride was filled with uncomfortable silence. each person had something to say but were too afraid to. in about three minutes, they got to ophelia's house.

he parked the car and just looked over at her. "thank you for today, i love hanging out with you." he smiled causing her to grin. he looked deep into her eyes, getting lost in them. he pushed a piece of her brown hair away from her face. before she knew it, their lips collided. this kiss was different from the one they shared before, it was more loving and less drunk. they kissed for a few seconds longer before she pulled away.

"u-uh." she was at a lost for words but she couldn't believe what she had just done, fell for his trap. she ran out of the car and to her front door, searching for her keys. jason's car didn't move until she got in. she finally opened the door and rushed in, finally being able to breath. how could she do that to herself? set herself up again? she felt stupid as she slid down against the door. her phone went off again. "sorry spencer but i am in no mood t-" she said before checking who the message was really from.

LITTLE O FINALLY GETTING WHAT SHE WANTS? SHOCKER! MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU WILL THINK BEFORE DOING. THANKS FOR THE PICTURES!
-A

an image was attached to the message. she clicked on it to see the two together in his car. ophelia rolled her eyes and placed her phone down. "i'm really getting to hate this A person." she said to herself as she got up. she knew A would use those pictures against her and her friends, but they could never know. she walked into her kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. she took one bite and heard a knock from her front door. maybe it was spencer or hanna, checking up on her? she went to the door and opened it to see wilden.

"ophelia morrissey? we need you to come to the station for questioning." and just like that, her world felt like it was crumbling.