"Are you two dating?" Isabel gasped, giving up on reading the whole 'u' section of the dictionary.
"No, but talk about not wanting to let something go," Aria sighed.
"Why can't you give him a chance?" Hanna argued. "He's smart, he's cute...his dad owns, like, half of Rhode Island. And he's got great lips."
"His father?" Spencer frowned.
"Noel," Hanna replied.
"Ew," Isabel gagged at the thought of Noel having great lips. Especially when he tried to force those lips on her...
"Seriously, Aria," Hanna said. "You and Noel would look amazing together."
"Can we drop it? Please? I'm not looking for anything more than a friend," Aria scoffed.
"Why? I mean, don't you have enough on Facebook?" Hanna persisted. "Besides, don't you want someone real? Someone you can, I don't know, scratch and sniff?"
"Scratch and sniff, Hanna? Really?" Spencer stared at her.
"Wow, maybe you should just eat that over the garbage," Isabel agreed.
"Okay, I am trying to help out a friend here," Hanna protested. "We don't all have smoking-hot boys from the country club."
"What is going on with you and Alex?" Aria asked, grabbing a water bottle. "Is he back from that tournament?"
"Yeah. He's back," Spencer shrugged, screwing the cap back on her own water bottle.
"And?" Isabel pressed, expectant.
"And it's good," Spencer sighed happily. "It's so good. I want it to last, but I'm afraid I'm gonna blow it."
"So," Aria smiled. "When can we officially call him the boyfriend?"
The door swung open, revealing Spencer's mom, Veronica Hastings. Mrs. Hastings was a very professional woman, with her straight-cut light brown bob, and her business-like suits. She was a lawyer, anyway.
"Hi, Mom," Spencer called.
"Hey, Mrs. Hastings," Isabel said. She was very polite to adults.
"Hi, girls," Mrs. Hastings smiled, walking into the kitchen. "Oh, what smells so good?"
"Garlic bread. Want some?" Spencer offered.
"I can't." Mrs. Hastings shook her head sadly. "God, I miss food. Eat some butter for me, will you?"
"Will do," Isabel joked, grabbing a slice of garlic bread. Mrs. Hastings chuckled at her and pulled out her phone.
"Why do I have so many messages?" she asked no one in particular.
"Hey, maybe you should ask Alex to-" Hanna began, but Spencer cut her off.
"Stop. Not now," Spencer hissed.
"Your Mom still doesn't...?" Isabel frowned.
"Like I said, I want it to last," Spencer muttered.
"Where's Emily?" Mrs. Hastings asked.
"She's probably on her way over," Spencer replied.
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On the day of the SAT testing, the girls put all of their things away in their lockers. Only Emily was missing. Where was she?
Isabel's phone beeped, making the four of them jump.
"'A'?" Hanna frowned.
"No," Isabel smiled, checking her phone. "Mike. He says good luck, Aria."
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The Sixth Doll~ Pretty Little Liars
FanfictionIsabel Rivers never really had a safe place to land. That was before she met queen bee Alison DiLaurentis. She was Ali's favorite. They also had four other friends. It was the perfect group. Right until Ali went missing one summer. And turned up...
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