Learn To Trust Me (Emison Prompt)
Prompt: Prompt- Emison have a fight cause Emily saw Alison kissing a random person. But the person kissed her first and she was shocked. And the rest of the girls are protective over Emily till Alison finally proves that she didnt kiss the person back
She was silent. With what? Sadness? Shock? She didn’t know. Well, she couldn’t really say she was shocked, she had tried to trust Alison, really she had, and she did, trust her, but she would be lying if she said a small part of her hadn’t been screaming at her that trusting her was a huge mistake the whole time they had been together. As for sad, she definitely was sad, but not as much sad as disappointed. She loved Alison, loves her, even now, even when she’s looking at this stupid photo, and she hates herself for it. The photo had ended up in her locker, and even though there was no signature, she could guess who it was from. I mean, who else had been trying to ruin her’s (and all the other girl’s) lives for what felt like forever now. And of course, this was not an opportunity A would pass up on. She took the photo between her tan fingers, gently brushing her thumb against the smooth photo paper. She felt nauseous looking at it. Alison stood still in the picture, though it felt like she was punching Emily in the face. Noel stood facing her on the frame, his tone arms wrapped around her body, his lips pressed hard to hers. She put the photo down, roughly pushing her hand through her dark hair, trying to think of anything but the blonde, and the fact that the photo made her jealous even more than it made her angry, which disgusted her.
“Hey babe,” was what knocked her out of the angry world her mind just couldn’t seem to escape out of, well until the blonde’s words shook her. She looked up at Alison, her dark eyes angry, but also filled with exhaustion, and she didn’t know what was worse. “What-” Alison started, worriedly, but she cut herself off as her blue eyes fell on the photo sitting in front of Emily on the bed. “You kissed him?” Emily whispered, her voice shaking, and Alison just stared down at her, her eyes wide with shock. “Who…how did you get that?” “Someone put it in my locker.” “Obviously, A, Em, you can’t-” “Can’t what? Can’t trust A? It’s a photo, Alison. It doesn’t matter who it’s from. What matters is that you kissed Noel.” “I didn’t! He kissed me!” “And you didn’t even think to tell me?” She felt like her blood had turned to acid, every part of her body aching with such extreme intensity that she thought she might pass out. “I should’ve told you,” she resigned without a fight, even quicker than Emily suspected, “I know I should’ve. But I was scared, scared I would lose you.” “You were right to be,” Emily said, venom to her words, and she was so angry that when Alison cringed at her voice, she almost smiled. “Em-” “Please, stop. I’m so sick of this. All the lying, God, Ali, I actually thought you liked me.” “I do like you, Em! Of course I like you! I…love you.” “I wish I believed you.” “Don’t do this, Em. Please trust me, please.” “How can I, Alison? All you do is lie.” The words tasted like acid on her tongue, she wanted so badly to forgive the blonde, even after she kissed Noel. And god, it fucking hurt. “I should’ve been honest before, I know. But I’ll be honest now. He kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back, and I told him to never try it again. But I didn’t tell you because I was scared you…you wouldn’t believe me.” There was sincerity to her voice, hurt, even, but she had kissed Noel and there was no way Emily could get over that. Maybe, Emily decided, this is good. Maybe if she pushed her away then it would hurt less. Everything about the blonde would hurt a little less. But, of course, she knew that wasn’t true. She would always love Alison, even when it felt like the blonde was strangling her, killing her. “I don’t,” Emily said sternly, but she just felt like crying. She held the tears back, but Alison couldn’t, warm tears steadily streaming down her face. “Please, Em. Please! I love you!” “Stop! You don’t love me, Alison. You don’t know how to love,” and with those words, that were filled with such an extreme hurt, Alison felt broken. She held herself together as she walked out the door, only falling apart once she was safely away in her car.
“Hey Emily,” Noel said, catching her at her locker and leaning casually against the wall. His bright eyes flickered with amusement and his smile was that of a lion right before it pounces on its prey. “What do you want?” She said, more harshly than she intended, slamming the locker door in his face, which only seemed to amuse him more. “I can see you enjoyed my picture, but I’m gonna need it back.” “You knew I had it?” Her stomach sank, and she thought about the picture wedged into one of her textbooks, which she had thrown into her bag. “It disappeared from my bag yesterday morning. I was following Alison last night, I needed some more photos, when I saw her in her car crying. It wasn’t that hard to put it together,” he said, seemingly bored, “Now, can I have it back?” “No,” Emily responded quickly and sternly, trying to walk around him, but he stepped in her way. “Look, it’s not going to do you any good anyway. It’s not like I enjoyed it, the dumb bitch didn’t even kiss me back,” he said, slight annoyance to his voice. “She didn’t?” “No. I was going to use it to turn you against her if I needed to, but it doesn’t matter now.” Emily cautiously pulled the photo from her bag, examining it with new eyes. She hadn’t noticed before, but Alison’s arm hung limply at her side and her eyes weren’t even closed, they were wide in shock. She felt her body go numb as she realized that Alison hadn’t been lying after all. She pushed the photo into Noel’s outstretched hand, running off before he could say a word.
“Listen, Alison, you need to stay away from her,” Hanna said, a harshness to her voice that Alison had gotten used to recently. “She told you?” “Of course she told me, she’s my best friend.” “Did you two have a good night full of alcohol because of it?” “You know I’m not drinking anymore,” she said, crossing her arms. “Whatever. Spencer and Aria are already giving me the cold shoulder, and Emily already screamed at me, so I think I’ve learned my lesson. Now, can you please leave me alone? I need to get to class.” “No, Alison. You don’t understand. Emily loves you, she always has, and as much as I hate it, she always will. And sadly, I can’t change that. But what I can do is tell you to back off. I didn’t want her to date you, but I knew better than to try to convince her not to, she wouldn’t have listened anyway. And I have to admit, I kind of was actually hoping you changed, because Emily deserves the best and if she can’t get over you than that is what you need to be. But you aren’t. I wanted to be wrong, I wanted things to work out between you and Emily, but obviously that isn’t going to happen. So if you are capable of caring for her at all with that frozen heart of yours, then please, leave her alone. Let her move on. It’s only fair.”
“Alison!” Emily shouted out when she caught a glimpse of the blonde walking by herself down the hallway. The blonde stopped and turned, obviously recognizing her voice. “You’re talking to me now?” She asked, a slight bitterness to her voice, but also something else, hope, Emily decided. “I talked to Noel,” she said softly, taking in the blonde, the blonde who maybe she could actually trust after all. Her blue eyes were dark, she looked tired and distant, and there was hurt and pain laced into the blue that had quickly become her favorite color. “And?” Alison said, hurt evident in her voice, but also a little annoyance. “You were telling the truth,” Emily started, and the blonde’s lips curled into a smirk. “I know.” “I’m sorry, Ali, I should’ve believed you, it’s just-” “Stop Emily, it’s okay, I understand. I’m evil Alison and you can’t trust a word I say.” “It’s not that! I was-” “No, Emily, I get it. But I’m kind of sick of trying to earn your trust. You either trust me or you don’t, and you’ve made it very clear that you don’t.” “I do, Alison. But it’s hard to trust you when I’m staring at a picture of you kissing Noel.” “If I ever saw a picture of you kissing anyone, Paige even, and you told me that they kissed you, I’d trust you. That’s what love is Emily, trust. Not that I’d know, right? Cause I don’t know what love is?” There was hurt in her voice, venom to her words, but her lips remained curled into a smile. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it.” “Yeah, but you did say it Emily.” “Please, I don’t want to fight,” Emily said softly, closing the gap between them and wrapping her tan arms gently around the blonde’s slim body. “This isn’t a fight Emily. It’s a realization.” “Of what?” “That until you actually learn to trust me, this isn’t going to work,” she said, pulling her body away from Emily’s grasp, and walking away without even a glance back.