Sara Shepard - 0.5 Ali's Pretty Little Lies

Emily just blinked, not saying yes or no. Ali tried hard not to stare at her pink lips or think about the way the kiss had felt. She also tried to ignore the little wiggle of remorse she felt inside.

The other girls stared at Emily, then Ali. All of them looked like they wanted to say something, but it seemed like none of them knew what.

Then, as if on cue, the screen door slid open, and Melissa Hastings, dressed in a green string-bikini top and a printed sarong, stuck her head out. “Oh,” she said sullenly when she saw the girls. “I didn’t know the patio was being used.”

“ Hi , Melissa!” Ali said emphatically, jumping to her feet. “How are you?”

Melissa paused and examined Ali, her lips twitching. “I’m fine.”

Ali tapped Spencer’s arm. “I think Spencer has something to tell you—a big surprise. What do you say, Spence?”

Spencer’s mouth dropped open. She shook her head fast. “No, I don’t.”

Melissa placed her hands on her hips. “What is it, Spence?”

“Nothing.”

Melissa turned back to Ali, but Ali just gave Melissa a closed-mouth smile. It’s not my story to tell , her look said. Finally, Melissa sighed and turned back into the house. The sliding door swished closed.

Spencer whirled around and glared at Ali. “What are you doing ?”

“What are you doing?” Ali shot back.

Aria blinked. “What is going on with everyone?”

Ali glanced at her. “I don’t know, Aria. What is going on?”

There was another painful silence. The birds tweeted obliviously in the trees. Then Spencer looked at her phone. “I have to go, okay? I just realized.” She stood up and strode into the house without even saying good-bye.

The other girls watched the sliding door, perhaps thinking Spencer was going to come back. When she didn’t, Aria stood up. “That reminds me, I need to get going.”

“Me, too,” Hanna said quickly.

Emily gave Ali a long, conflicted look, then stood as well. They peeled away and mounted their bikes or headed toward the woods. Ali let out a long, contented sigh. It had been a good idea to come out here after all. In fact, she felt so much stronger—there was no need to go back to bed anymore.

And best of all, she hadn’t thought of Nick once.

After school the following day, Ali leaned toward the front window of Cassie’s Jeep as Cassie made a screeching turn into her neighborhood. Her neighbor on the corner was out on his riding mower, making perfect stripes on the lawn. The little kids across the street were playing basketball at the lowered hoop. And at Mona Vanderwaal’s house, Mona, Phi, and Chassey were strutting up and down the driveway in some sort of ugly-girl fashion show. Ali wrinkled her nose.

As Cassie rolled toward Ali’s house, she turned to her and smiled. “I’m glad you took me up on the ride today. Was your brother busy?”

Ali shrugged. “Jason and I aren’t exactly speaking right now.”

Cassie’s lip curled into a smile. “Want me to run interference?”

Ali pretended to laugh, not wanting to get into exactly why they were fighting. She hadn’t said a word to Jason since he’d told her that he thought it was a good idea the family was bringing her twin home, and it just seemed easier not to accept rides from him, too.

Cassie then turned and peered at the curb in front of Ali’s house. “Do you have plans?”

Ali followed her gaze. Emily was standing at Ali’s mailbox, putting something inside. But when she saw Ali, she quickly closed the box and stepped away from it as though it were on fire.

“Not that I was aware of,” Ali murmured, a little annoyed at Emily’s presence. Before, when Em showed up unannounced, it was welcome. But now, after everything that had happened, it felt sort of . . . intrusive. Clingy.

Cassie pulled to the curb. Emily stood with her arms at her sides, a timid smile on her face. She made no move to approach Cassie’s Jeep, perhaps waiting for Ali’s permission or introduction. Ali just turned to Cassie and gave her a huge hug. “This was so much fun,” she said. Then she eyed Cassie’s pack of Marlboro Lights. “Can I have one more for the road?”

Cassie raised her eyebrows. “Naughty girl, smoking on your own property! What if your parents see?”

“I don’t care,” Ali said.

Cassie lit the cigarette for Ali, and Ali took a big puff, trying her hardest not to cough. Then Cassie gave her a spritz of Dior perfume and took off. Ali stood with her back to Emily as Cassie turned the corner out of the development. Then, finally, she turned back to her mailbox.

“H-hey,” Emily blurted. “I’m sorry.”

Ali sank into her hip. “Sorry for what?”

“Interrupting. It seemed like you and Cassie were having fun.”

“Uh-huh.” Ali flicked the ash. “She’s awesome.”

Emily’s gaze fell to the cigarette. “You guys smoke ?”

Ali shrugged. “So?” She exhaled.

Emily swished the smoke away, then looked embarrassed by the gesture. “I just thought . . . I mean . . .”

Ali tapped the mailbox. It made a hollow, metal sound. “So were you stealing my mail, Em?”

Emily’s mouth fell open. “No! Absolutely not! Actually, I—”

“Because that’s a federal crime, you know,” Ali interrupted. “You know what else is a federal crime in some states? Kissing people in tree houses.”

Emily’s eyes widened. She took a small step back.

Ali breathed out. “I’m kidding .”

“Oh.” Emily licked her lips. “I knew that.”

She turned back to the mailbox, running her fingers over the plastic red flag. A plaintive look settled over her features, and she took a deep breath as if she was about to say something important. All of a sudden, Ali had a horrible thought: What if Emily wanted to talk about things? What if she wanted to, like, get all touchy-feely— literally ?

“You know what would be awesome?” Ali cut her off before she could speak. She pointed to the girls down the street. “If you told Mona to stop catwalking. She’s giving fashion a bad name.”

Emily frowned, then gazed at the girls, too. “Now?”

“Uh-huh.”

A pained look crossed Emily’s face. “Ali, I really don’t want to.”

Ali lowered her chin, anger at Emily’s disobedience curling through her veins. “ Oh, Mona! ” she called, sotto voce. “ Guess what Emily likes to do in trees? ”

Emily’s eyelashes fluttered. She opened her mouth, but no sounds came out. “Okay,” she squeaked, ducking her head and trudging down the sidewalk.

Ali trailed behind her, watching as Emily intercepted the girls. At first, Chassey’s, Phi’s, and Mona’s eyes lit up when they saw Emily coming. They closed in around her in the same way the alpacas at the garden center Ali’s mom always dragged her to flocked around people at the fence. Even though Ali was standing some distance away, she could see the precise moment when Emily delivered the blow. Mona’s mouth clamped shut. Phi puffed out her cheeks. The corners of Chassey’s mouth turned down. She almost looked like she was going to cry.

Emily stormed back to Ali. “Well, I don’t think they’re going to be catwalking anymore.”

“Thank God ,” Ali said. “They were totally bringing down the whole neighborhood, don’t you think? Good work, Em.”

Emily glanced up at her, her chin wobbling. “How’s it going between you and that guy?”

“What guy?”

“You know. The one you told me about. In the tree house. The boy you like.”

Ali pressed her lips together. She’d refrained from sending Nick too many begging texts because she didn’t want to sound desperate, hoping that he’d come to his senses instead. Only, he hadn’t. And when she tried to send him an IM last night, he blocked her from his list.