Emily's POV
"What do you mean she's spending the night at your house?" Aria questions through the phone. I called both Hanna and Aria as soon as I got Alison settled into the guest room.
"She's staying here until my dad gets back in two weeks. Apparently, she was the one who offered to stay here with me so I'm not alone." My voice is barely above a whisper because I don't want Alison hearing my phone conversation.
"But you're not alone. You have me and Han."
"That's what I'm saying but I guess she didn't think about that." I sigh. I hate being put into awkward situations.
"Or maybe she did." Hanna finally speaks up. I was beginning to think she fell asleep.
"What are you talking about?" I furrow my eyebrows even though they can't see me.
"Alison probably just wanted to be alone with you in the house for the next two weeks with no interruptions from your dad." Hanna explains furthermore.
"That is crazy, Han. Aria, please tell her she is crazy for even thinking that." I get up off the bed and grab my keys from the dresser. Just because Alison is here doesn't mean I can't do what I want.
"I would but it actually kind of makes sense. I think Alison has a thing for you, not your dad."
"Thank you, Aria." I can imagine Hanna is smiling right now because for once Aria had agreed with her on something.
"I don't believe it. She kisses my dad. If that doesn't scream hey-I-like-your-dad-not-you- then I don't know what does."
"It's probably just a cover-up." Hanna yawns. "I have to go. I have to be up early in the morning and don't forget so do you two because of school. I love you." Hanna hangs up the phone and Aria sighs.
"Everything okay, Aria?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. So if she's dating your dad, how old is she?" I can hear the confusion in Aria's voice.
"I have no idea. She looks like our age. That's why I assumed she was. But apparently not."
"Well, you can always find out." Aria suggests.
"True but I really don't care to know. I got to go get some food from the brew. Do you want to meet up there?"
"I would but my dad is making me stay home tonight." Aria sighs at this.
"Okay, well I'll see you at school tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you, too."
I hang up the phone before heading out of my bedroom. I walk downstairs quietly, hoping to not run into Alison. Last thing I need is for her to tell me it's too late to be going out on a school night. She's not my mother.
As soon as I get to the door, I hear Alison. Great.
"Where are you going?" Her voice is sweet like caramel. I hate it. I hate it because I love it. I turn around to see her eyes look up and away like she wasn't just checking me out. Good thing I wore my favorite jeans. Not that what she thinks matters to me.
"Um, to the brew to grab something to eat. I haven't eaten all day." I answer, slightly getting lost in her blue eyes.
"I know how to cook you know." She smiles at me. Damn, that smile and her cute dimples.
"It's okay. I can just go get something. It's not a big deal." I shrug my shoulders, pretending that her standing in front of me doesn't have an effect on me.
"Please, I insist." How can I say no to her? She really needs to quit doing that. She could probably tell me to do anything and I'd do it. Which is so bad.
"Okay." I set my keys down on the table before following her into the kitchen. It's then that I realize she is wearing shorts and a tank top. Does she sleep in those kinds of clothes? Damn. They fit her curves in all the right places.
"So I was thinking grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. Sound good?" She turns around and raises her eyebrows at me.
"Uh, y-yeah sounds great." Why am I suddenly nervous? She bends down to grab the cheese out of the fridge, giving me the full view. Shit. "I'm going to go c-change into something more c-comfortable." I clear my voice, making up an excuse to leave the room. My hormones are getting the best of me right now.
Alison doesn't say anything so I go upstairs and close the door. I lean against it and exhale deeply. What is she doing to me? Two weeks of this is going to be torture.
I go to my dresser and pick shorts and a loose tank top. I wonder how she's going to react to me being in shorts. But it doesn't matter. It's not like she's into me. She clearly likes guys, not girls.
After putting the clothes on, I fix my hair in the mirror so it can look a little messier in a sexy way.
Once I walk into the kitchen, I see Alison flipping a second grilled cheese on to a plate.
"How many do you want?" She asks, not even looking back. I guess she heard me coming downstairs. My eyes look her body over again, not having control of themselves.
"Two is fine." I clear my voice seeing as how it was a little rough. I need to keep my eyes off of her or it's going to be obvious to her. I sit down on the chair and pull out my phone to message Aria. I imagine she is still up.
To Aria: 9:01 p.m.
Alison is killing me.
From Aria: 9:02 p.m.
You'll be fine. Just don't check her out every two seconds😂
To Aria: 9:02 p.m.
Real helpful Ar😒
From Aria: 9:03 p.m.
It helps. I would know.😕
I want to question her on what she meant by that but Alison sets a plate of two grilled cheeses in front of me with a little bowl of tomato soup. I put my phone in my lap and give Alison a smile.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." She winks at me, making my heart leap in my mouth again. Why does she do that to me. I mean she's dating my dad. Someone winking at someone else is a form of flirting. Right?
She grabs her plate that only has one grilled cheese on it and sits down beside me. She could have sat across from me but she chose to sit beside me. I wonder why.
I want to question her on why she only made one for herself but I figured its not a big deal. Some people just don't eat that much.
I take a bite of the sandwich and nearly moan at the taste of it. I haven't had grilled cheese in a long time.
"I take it that I did good?" Alison quirks an eyebrow at me with a grin. Shit. Did I moan out loud? Judging by her facial expression, the answer is yes.
"Sorry." I look down, shy all of a sudden. "I haven't had this in a long time."
"And for a second I thought it was because of me." She jokes but I take it more personally. I shouldn't have but it's too late now. Why does it seem like a sexual joke in a way? Did she do it on purpose or am I just dirty minded?
Probably the latter. I need to quick thinking that Alison has feelings for me. She's into my dad. And saying that while thinking that she's hot as fuck and how I want to kiss her is just wrong.
It would break my dad's heart if something was to have happened between me and his girl. Just saying that, grosses me out a little.
I just need to not have feelings for Alison. That should be easy.
1. Don't check her out.
2. Don't look into her eyes for too long
3. Don't take her jokes in a sexual way
4. Don't fall for her smile or her laugh
5. Don't flirt with her
And lastly number six
6. Don't fall in love with my dad's girlfriend
"You did good." I clear my throat. "I mean you cook good." I don't need my mind thinking any ideas while sitting next to her.
She gives me a small smile before going back to eating. I couldn't help but notice how she eats slow. Meanwhile I'm on my second one. I feel like a pig next to her.
As I take another bite of my sandwich with the soup, a drop of the soup lands on the corner of my mouth. Well, that's embarrassing.
Before I can use my tongue to get rid of it, Alison beats me to it. Her thumb reaches over and glides it across the corner of my lip getting the soup before putting it into her mouth.
"Um...I'm sorry." She clears her throat and slowly gets up from the chair. "I have no idea why I just did that." She takes her empty plate and rinses it off while I just stare at her, not knowing what to say.
I'm still in shock that she just did that. Was it in the moment? Did she know what she was doing before realizing it was me?
"Ali..." I get up from the chair and walk over to her. She turns around with tears in her eyes. My heart breaks at the sight in front of me. "It's okay. I'm not mad." She looks up at me with a look of relief.
"You're not?"
"Is that what you were afraid of?" I question. So she did do it because she wanted to. It just scared her after she did it?
She nods her head, not saying anything.
"Ali-"
"It's getting late. I should go to bed. I have to wake up early in the morning." Before I can say anything, she walks around me and leaves me to my thoughts.
Why was she afraid that I would be mad at her? Because she's dating my dad? I mean that should be a reason to be mad but I'm not.
In fact, why did it feel so right?
I love all of you that commented and voted! It made me want to write another chapter so here it is:) Not to mention the chapter is longer! Let me know what you think so far!
Can anyone guess what's wrong with Aria?