The girls and I were going to spend the day at the lake. It was mid-summer after our eighth grade year, and today was the day that everyone was going to spend soaking up the sun in the sand. Spencer had convinced Melissa to drive us; she had just graduated and everyone who was anyone in her class was meeting there too. I thought to myself: Ian will be there. I didn't even like him that much, but he was useful, and easy to control.

I could flip my hair and shake my hips and anyone would fall over themselves to serve me. I'm not talking just boys, girls too. Look at Emily: that girl is a disaster. It was so funny to me to see her blush and fidget any time I so much as playfully winked at her. The look on her face after I kissed her that one time was so priceless, I still laughed to myself years later just thinking about it.

I flipped my hair and twirled it up into a bun before I answered the door. Spencer was standing there, hands on hips, looking impatient as ever. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and the skin around them was red.

"At least you took your pills this morning." I said. Her jaw clenched hard. I loved getting her worked up. There was nothing she could do. If she fought back and made me mad she knew I could tell everyone her dirty little secret, but staying quiet was not in the Hastings' nature.

"Obviously you didn't." she tried.

"Ooh." I replied sarcastically. Melissa honked, breaking our duel for the time being. We hurried- Spencer hurried to the car- I don't hurry for anyone.

She got in the front next to her sister. When I opened the black SUV's door Hanna was already in the back as usual. She was so self-conscious about her weight that she rarely wanted to squish in the front next to anyone, but rather be alone in the back. I nodded at Aria and she crawled over the seat practically landing in Hanna's lap leaving me and Emily alone in that row.

Her hair was up and she had a towel over one shoulder. She was wearing a bikini top and shorts over the bottoms. So typical of her child-like style, she was wearing tennis shoes instead of flip flops like the rest of us.

"Are you going on a run or something Em?" I teased.

"No…I uh…" She stammered. I laughed in response.

"You're so cute." I loved watching her eyes dart around, begging for something to cling to. I loved watching the blood rush to her face as she tried to wrap her head around my flirting. Was I really flirting with her? Do I really think she's cute? Ha.

We pulled in to the lot and Melissa whipped around to face us.

"I don't want to hear any complaining about being tired. I am staying until I want to go home weather one of you is bleeding out or not. Don't bother me or ask me anything while we're here. Got it?" she waited for everyone to nod before she let us out.

We found a spot to set up umbrella's and lay out towels close enough to the water for me to see everyone but far enough away to stay dry. I watched as the people in my class kicked sand at each other and splashed around in the water. Sometimes I wanted to do that wild and free playful teenager thing, but that would ruin my reputation as too good for all the shit my peers did.

I noticed a ring of space left around us where we set up. I got sideways looks and hurried paces; nobody wanted to draw enough attention to themselves around me to be noticed. The "losers" especially kept their distance. Lucas, or Hermie, edged a good fifty feet away with the remote to his toy boat while the nerdy twin girls wasted no time taking their towels and laying them out elsewhere. I loved being feared, but it hurt a little too. Whatever. I had to entertain the girls. We would have a better time than any of those nerds.

"Look whose here," I said pointing to Melissa and Ian a little ways away toward the tree line, "it looks like Ian's taking her out to the kissing rock."

"What?" Emily said. Her face was plastered with naivety.

"The kissing rock. It's really just this big boulder, but when you go there, you're sure to make out with whoever you're with. The spirits of past lovers make it happen." I said in a voice like telling a bunch of little kids a scary story. She nodded, pondering the idea. "Who do you want to take there?" I asked pointedly. None of the other girls seemed to be paying much attention to our discussion, they were too distracted googling over Noel Kahn. If only they knew how unimpressive he really was. Emily blushed and let her eyes dart around. "I won't tell Ben if it isn't him. You can trust me." I prompted.

"I don't know really." She mumbled. I looked at the others with a sort of impatient look, communicating silently to Emily that we could talk about it elsewhere if she was afraid they would hear.

I got up and did my best "follow me" walk away from her. There was always the few moments where I was walking alone, not looking back at all, and then the hurried footsteps of the person that was trying so hard not to give in.

"Where are we going?" she asked. She was a little lost puppy. I could have told her I was leading her straight to hell and she would have followed.

"The kissing rock." I said plainly, as if I happened by there more times than not. I did happen by there more times than not to be honest.

"Alison I think the girls are watching us." She worried.

"So? Let them. Maybe they're just jealous because you're my favorite. They know I wouldn't ever take any of them to the kissing rock." She smiled and nervously laughed under her breath.

By the time we got to the tree line, Melissa and Ian were headed back to the beach. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow like you give to a child who thinks that their cereal box toy is a blessing direct from god. I laced my fingers together with Emily's and watched his eyes go big. I gave him a little wink to let him know that since he was with Melissa he was going to miss out on some really hot action.

I felt her hand start to sweat a little, probably a bit of nerves mixed with the heat. I saw that Noel Kahn was starting to lead a girl back in the same direction we were going and I gave him a look that let him know the kissing rock was mine now. He fumbled for a lame excuse and they headed back. I bit my lip when I looked at Emily to get her going. This was going to be much more fun if she had huge knots in her stomach before we even sat down.

The rock looked like a trash heap. It was covered in spray paint, lop-sided, and surrounded by disgusting articles. Never-the-less I knew none of it mattered to her. The only thing she would be seeing right now was me, so I decided to put on the best show I could. I sat her down and threw one leg over her hips. She picked feverishly at her nails and refused to look up at me.

"So do you want to tell me who you're really crushing on now?"

"I like Ben. He's nice."

"But you aren't into him. We both know that. So who is she?" I made sure she heard the emphasis I put on the "she". I had been teasing her forever about her raging lesbianism.

"What do you mean? I don't like girls…"

"Don't lie to me Emily Fields. You and I both know you swing for the other team, so just embrace it and tell me. Is it Spencer? Aria? Don't tell me it's Hanna."

"No."

"Well come on." She sat silently with her head down. Break them down, and build them back up. "Em, you can tell me anything. I'm your best friend right? I love you for who you are." I wiggled my hips on hers a little bit more to speed things up a little. I took down her hair and played with it, pieces and strands twirled around my fingers. I could see the bumps rising on her arms. "Em…" I cooed.

"I wouldn't mind being here with you…you know, if we were here like normal people were, not just to talk about stuff…"

"You wouldn't mind?" I pushed. I could feel that we were almost right where I wanted.

"I'd like it..."

"Yeah?" I acted surprised. "Me too." I whispered. Her eyes shot up at that, searching for any sign that I was lying.

My index and second finger found their way under her chin and lifted her head up to the perfect angle. I had lots of practice with this particular move. My other hand found its way to rest on the rock to support myself, dangerously close to her behind. Her eyes were rolling back in her head with pleasure and I knew I had won, like I always did. No matter how much they resisted the temptation, I always got what I wanted.

I took her bottom lip and sucked on it gently, then found my way into her mouth. It was warm and soft. This time wasn't like in the library, this time was on my terms. I was in control. She melted under me; for me. The finger that were under her chin slowly scratched all the way down her neck and rested right between her breasts. Her bikini top allowed for easy access.

This wasn't the first time I had been with a girl, so none of it was new and explorable territory for me. Her, on the other hand, I knew for a fact was the exact opposite. She froze under my touch. Her mouth, so slow to move with mine before, quit entirely now. All of her muscles tensed under me. I could feel that I was her puppet master now.

I let my tongue slip under her top lip and she shivered. My fingers went farther down from her chest. I toyed with the strings of her running shorts that she had earlier refused to remove. I put one finger, two, and three, under the elastic and felt the top of the bikini bottoms. Her breath, previously halted, sucked in sharply.

"What?" I asked innocently. Fake innocently. I knew exactly what I was doing to her.

"Nothing." She shook her head violently, obviously afraid I wouldn't continue.

"Are you scared?" I asked. I lifted my hands from her and I could almost hear the moan. The desperate, don't leave me, moan.

"No." she hurried.

"Are you lying?"

"No. I promise. I'm okay, really." She pleaded. I smiled wickedly at her.

"Then kiss me bitch." I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth into mine. I loved the taste of her. I loved the way it felt to be totally and utterly in control of her. She was the piano, and I knew exactly which keys to hit.

My hands found their way to the small of her back as our lips tangled. I could feel her getting more confident as she felt she could somehow hide behind my ferocity. I felt in circles, then around to her stomach. One hand went up and one hand went down. I didn't bother going under any clothes this time. I was in a rush to feel all of her.

Her back arched as she tried to move into me. She couldn't get close enough. Her mouth became uncoordinated as she focused more on body movements. Amateur.

"Feel me." I whispered as sexy as I could. Now that she had caught up to me feeling her, it was time to make her nervous again. She stuttered out a few attempts at a rebuttal but in the end I grasped both of her hands and placed them where they needed to be: one on my ass and one on my boob. "You have to do something other than just sit there." I prodded. Her hands clumsily explored this new ground, trying to figure out the right moves. I could tell she was embarrassed.

I let out a few moans of encouragement to keep her going, and I resumed my touches. I honestly enjoyed feeling her up. I enjoyed kissing her too. I would never admit that what I did with Emily was more than just practice, or pity. I'm not sure that I'll ever figure out what it really was to me, but one thing is for sure: the more we did it, the better she got.

Damn. That Emily Fields is so sexy in the sheets.