This chapter will confuse the out of u shit and u'll probs hate Alison a lot more after you understand. Well not all characters are perfect. ;)

I'm so sorry for the short updates just really can't find time with school starting and all! It looks like a lot on my phone tho when I scroll but ig for my readers with iPads it must be little. I'm so sorry!

Most of you seem to want Alison to be with Blake now, looking at the last chapter. Yes or no?

Alison's POV.

Elizabeth is watching us with wide eyes that are clouded over in excitement, hands clamped tightly together and body quivering lightly.

Her eyes dart between us, awaiting a positive reaction from one of us, bottom lip hidden under teeth, the balls of her feet rocking back and forth.

The silence is broken by a clearing of her throat, a sheepish smile playing on her lips as she waves her hand between us.

"Well,"she begins, a teasing smirk curving at her lips, "I'll leave you two to it."

She pushes herself behind me, slipping past the door as she emitted rather loud squeals, earning confused looks from the man before me.

We can hear loud footsteps as she hurries down the corridor before a loud, an enthusiastic voice reaching our ears from through the thin walls, "Use the damn protection!"

His eye's widen, expression taken aback as he throws me an incredulous look.

But at the moment I am too furious to retort back with a childish expression of myself, instead rolling my eyes and settling down with a cold glare.

"Look Alison, I'm really sorry - "he sighs, running a weary hand through his hair.

"Shut up. It's not you I need an apology I need from."

His eyebrows furrow lightly, "Didn't he say sorry though. I got a call and - "

"Can we not talk about this? Please?"

His dark eyes soften considerably as they swivel to my glassy ones, and he reaches foreword, intertwining our fingers, throwing me an encouraging smile.

"Okay."

I grin thankfully at him, and his smile widens until he's showcasing his impossibly white teeth.

"So,"he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "You're my date."

I flush under his suggestive gaze, scoffing as I shove his face further away from me, "Shut up, you creep."

He chuckles, snaking an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. A shocked gasp falls from my lips from his move, and I desperately try to calm myself down.

It had been a long time since I had been in the hold of a man.

"Let's go Princess."

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"The shit is here is way to expensive."

He rolls his eyes, "That's why I'm paying."

"And who said that?"

He smirks smugly, leaning back in his seat, arms draped lazily over the table, "Me."

I scoff, "In your dreams. We're splitting the bill."

He splutters, shaking his head furiously in disapproval, "I'm the guy! I'm supposed to be pay!"

I raise an eyebrow, "Being sexist now are we, Mr Andrews?"

A look of horror runs across his expression and he stutters our apologies, a long finger tugging at his collar as he sends me a cautious glance, "I didn't mean that! I just, you know, I was just - "

I snort at his desperation, waving a careless hand in the air.

"It's cool. But we're splitting the bill. End of conversation."

He slumps back in his seat, a defeated pout hanging from his lips, "Fine."

The night passes surprisingly quickly, Jacob making sure that not one second wasn't full with laughter and chatter, slipping in cheesy pick up lines that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde waitress who had made sure to lean down more for a good few second after dropping my utensils, uttering a fake apology.

"Tonight was fun."I declare as he drives us back, Tinashe playing in the background.

He grins toothily, "I'm glad."

A heavy lapse of silence rests over us, the events of the night slowly drifting as past took over present.

"How is he?"

I can hear the concern for his cousin mingle through his harshness, his eyes flickering over to mine, a gentle smile playing lightly on his lips.

I hesitate, licking my lips as I glance away, "He's good."

Jacob sends me a incredulous look through dash mirror, eyebrows raised and mouth curled into a thin line, "And you?"

"Never felt better."

His eyebrows pinch together lightly, lips tugged downwards, slender fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

The car comes to a spluttering halt as we pull up at the driveway, Jacob releasing a loud sigh as he twists in his seat to face me.

"Do you believe in second chances Alison Williams?"

My breath catches in my throat as I gaze into dark eyes that are boring holes into mine, full of dangerous yet entrancing vows.

"Yes."

His eyes widen slightly, a flicker of an unknown emotion swirling into the depths of charcoal.

"To people who deserve it."

He raises a disbelieving eyebrow, a forced chuckle falling from his mouth as he tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck as he gazes at me through hooded eyes, "Do you?"

The questions catches me off guard, Jacob's accusing glare setting off a gurgle of unease at the pit of my stomach.

I run a shaky hand through my hair, eyes flickering from the table to the man before me, the air around us pushing against me.

"What do you m-mean?"I breathe out.

"Have you ever pledged yourself as a hypocrite?"

I squirm under his glare, chest squeezing in guilt as I avoid his gaze. My palms are clammy against the blue of my dress, spine tensed in caution and fingers curled at the edge of the seat.

"I don't what your talking about."I stammer.

If I had thought that Jacob hadn't especially liked me, I was deeply mistaken. At the moment, he appeared as though he wanted nothing more than my body six feet under.

He sneers, fists coming down onto the steering wheel with immense force, drawing a pitched horn from the car, "I'm not stupid Williams. I know him."

My heart slams against my rib cage, a cold shiver running down my spine as I wipe my palms against my dress, heating under the hateful look that seemed to alight sparks of fire against my body.

He scoffs at me, eyes clouded with anger that spit flickers of orange and red, lips pulled back in a scowl.

"Don't lie to yourself Williams."he snarls, jerking his thumb at the door as a sign for me to exit the car.

He watches me with narrowed eyes as I scurry out of the car, knuckles gripping the stressing wheel until they appeared a milky white, "He knows too. And that was what screwed up your sorry excuse of a marriage."

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Confused? I'd be surprised if you weren't. 😂

Btw any of y'all obsessed with 'No Drama' by Tinshae. Godamn that song is friggin awesome. Killed the replay button while writing this lmao.