Welcome. I am your magical teller of tales, AM, here to show you your favorite paring in a brand new universe. I have brought you an angst-filled Emison, a hopelessly in-love Emison, and a dangerous and sexy Emison. Today, you will embark on a new journey from this mini-series I like to call, "Art of Attraction".

Hello, you. My name is AcquiredMadness, mostly called AM by those familiar with my work. Before starting this story that I had the pleasure of sculpting and bringing to life, I wanted to specifically say that this story, Art of Attraction, isn't your typical full length fiction but seen more as a mini. What's the difference? Well, the chapters/chapter length will be typically shorter. If you know AM, you know you can expect 11k worded chapters at a time. And those normally are the shorter ones. But here, the chapters are relatively smaller and more straight-forward than my average.

So…what is Art of Attraction?

Just to get the most important things out of the way - this story may not be for everyone. Actually, it will not be for everyone. Why do I say so?

One: This story what you may call a "G!P" fic. Very different from my line of work, of course, but comfort boundaries will be pushed as I see how far I can take my stories.

Two: Have you ever heard of "Porn without Plot"? Where a fic is just smut with a minor story to hold things together? Well, get ready the opposite because AoA is basically porn with a plot. If you've never taken cold shower before, you're about to become acquainted with it very quickly, my friend.

Are you still with me? If you're still on the fence, I encourage you to take a test drive. If you realize, "No, this isn't for me.", completely understand. All I ask is that you respect my work and do not trash it for that sole reason. If you're ready, let's begin the long-awaited journey of Emison's Art of Attraction.

CHAPTER #1: Hi, My Name Is

Italics means thoughts, emphasized word or action. Bolded is a flashback. (….) is an indication that time has passed.

A still Sunday night gives way for locals to casually enjoy their last hours of the weekend before the work week refreshes. In a cozy Applebee's, a small circle of friends sit at a table not too far from the bar as they converse among themselves about their latest occurrences.

"-And I look at him like, "you've got to be shitting me." But he was dead serious." Spencer explains to the table with a straight and narrow face, having to relive the craziest thing to have happened to her this week.

"No way." Ezra's mouth drops with an astounded smile as Mona and Emily intently listen to Spencer's more than intriguing storytelling.

"It's as if he suddenly grew balls that morning but I'm just like, I outrank you, bitch. Who the hell are you?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Mona laughs alongside Emily and Ezra as Spencer bitterly shakes her head with the roll and flicker of her eyes, raising the brim of her vodka soda to her lips for another sip.

"That reminds me wh-"

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt." the waitress strolls up to their table with a large platter in hand. Ezra happily cuts his story short with an eager rub of his hands as she sets the platter on a stand and begins to pass out orders to their specific buyer.

"Whisky bacon burger with sweet potato fries?" she holds the first warm plate up, scanning the table for a brief moment.

Ezra holds a finger in the air. "Right here."

She gently places the large plate in front of Ezra as he moves his drink out of the way to clear space. Turning back to the platter, she grabs another meal.

"Fiesta lime chicken and garlicky green beans with bacon…" she announces as she slides the plate to Spencer, remembering her order specifically because of her constant back and forth of not knowing what to order.

"Shrimp scampi linguine with garlic mashed potatoes..."

"Come to mama." Mona stares down the two plates that make their way before her with greed glazing over her eyes.

"And bourbon street chicken and shrimp with steamed broccoli…." the waitress positions the last dish in front of Emily. "All for you."

While everyone gave their thanks for the delivery, Emily feels a hand rested on her shoulder.

"Is there anything else that I can do for you guys?"

"No, thank you."

"Uh, this is good, thanks."

"We're good."

Emily looks up at the waitress who happened to peer down at her at the same moment.

"Would you like a refill on that?"

Emily checks down at her nearly empty glass and decides why not, grabbing it before glancing back up at the young woman with a small head nod and tight smile.

"Blackberry honey ice tea, right?" the waitress smiled at her, her hand still on Emily's shoulder.

"Right." she responds back, attempting to match her enthusiasm. The waitress excuses herself, promising to be swift. When Emily's eyes leave her walking away to look back at her friends, she realized they've all been silently staring at her with concealed smirks and smiles which, initially, made her uneasy at first.

"What?"

"I know I wasn't the only one that saw that." Mona clicks her tongue with a slight head jerk to the side as she puts her straw into her mouth, sipping her drink with eyes that knew all yet chose to remain quiet.

"Oh, you definitely weren't." Ezra joins in with a laugh. "I mean, I didn't want to say anything but…it's getting pretty obvious now."

"What was obvious? What are you guys saying?" Emily pushes for an answer, her brows tightening with confusion as she now felt like the monkey in the middle while everyone else threw the ball way too high for her to reach, making the game not enjoyable for her.

"We're saying how our waitress has been totally hitting on you since we got here and you're absolutely clueless to a woman basically hurling signals at you." Spencer pops her two cents as she scoops and chews her first spoonful of yellow rice.

"I'm pretty sure it's just called customer service and wanting a good tip." Emily shakes her head with an eye roll in response to all of them making assumptions. She picks up her fork and stabs a well-seasoned shrimp that sizzled on top of her chicken. "Not everyone that smiles politely and treats you with respect wants to date and/or sleep with you."

"True but she is being wildly evident." Spencer replies.

"What does she have to do to make it obvious to you? Tuck her underwear in your pocket?" Mona seemingly becomes Spencer's tag team partner as she could not help slipping in a remark of her own.

"Okay, thing one and thing two. Eat." Emily points her fork at the girls as if she was their mother. They always go down this road. Every time this happens, it's the same thing. The same encouragement. The same balloon of hope they fill and give to her.

Spencer shrugs, looking down at her food as she spoke her last peace. "I'm just saying. Maybe you should go for it. You never know what kind of person she may be. Maybe the right one for you."

Emily mockingly scoffs with a chuckle, almost as if she couldn't believe that Spencer actually said what she said. It's always the same thing. Same talk. Same thing.

"We all, at this table, know how unlikely that chance weighs in my favor. No need to go through something I already know how the result are going to turn out. It's a waste of time and I have too many things to focus on to play what if with everyone I meet."

The table gets silent as the rumble of the restaurant carries on the life around them. Everyone minds themselves, digging into their food with nothing to say. It started as just a friendly taunt but it got seriously quickly. And honestly, they knew better. They knew that the topic of dating has always danced on the serious line of insecurity.

Emily takes in a deep and quiet breath and proceeds to reach for another shrimp when their waitress comes back to her with a glass of ice tea.

"And here you go." She sets down the glass and grips the back of Emily's chair as she surveys the entire table. "How's everything tasting? Need anything at the moment?"

Another round of no's and thank you's are expressed, allowing the waitress to nod and move to her next customers. Nobody dared to speak up about this girl's continuous moves towards Emily however, with a clearing of his throat, Ezra decides to take the floor.

"Well, I think a toast is in order. Although it's not an enormous accomplishment, we here still celebrate the little things we achieve, right?"

"Of course." Spencer relaxes into her chair, relieved that things weren't going to stay awkward.

"With that being said, I want to congratulate Emily and myself on our new side job that we've recently decided to take on. As you guys know, we originally were going to tutor 2-3 students individually for this semester but Emily, here, just got the news that she will be taking on a whole group."

"Woah…..how much money will that be?" Mona's eyebrow raises. She knew that the two expressed the thought of tutoring in their free time but it was always an idea that was tossed around in the group chat a couple times. Now that they actually pursuing it, she's interested in the financial aspect.

Emily takes a few chews of her bourbon chicken and leans back into chair. "I mean, we were going back and forth on prices and thought that $15 an hour would be a reasonable amount-"

"Especially when you're tutoring an English course like I am. Anything higher with our lack of experience would be robbery." Ezra squeezes in.

"Exactly. I have a range of courses I can do with when it comes science so I thought $15 wouldn't be too bad. Although, I went in a little different route which is the more complex the class, the higher the cost. But not too high, you know? There are plenty of tutors out there that are charging an arm and a leg just for some help so I'm trying to at least reach out to undergrads that genuinely need help but lack funds."

"This is Yale." Spencer darkly chuckles with an exhale as she splits her chicken with her spoon. "Nobody lacks funds."

"At the end of the day, I'm more into showing science in a new light to people who don't understand it more than collecting a check." Emily straightens up from her slouch. "But when it comes to rates, Ezra is doing $15 which is reasonable but I mean, English's complexity compared to science's? We're obviously on two playing fields so I decided to have $15 as the rate for the simpler classes like intro. Five dollars higher each level up."

"How much is this group paying?" Mona asks.

Emily reaches for her cold ice tea and takes quick sip as she now begins to get into the technical side of this new job.

"Well….they seem to be all in the same class - friends, I'm assuming. But this class is chemistry. Chemistry and forensics to be specific. So for that, because it's still a lower level, I would charge $20 an hour. Of course, that's how much a one-on-one would cost but this is a group of five. I could have charged $20 per person-"

"And I hope you did." Spencer states more as a demand than as a question as she leans into the table across from Emily with her face scrunched. "That's $100 right off the bat, $200 for just one session, $400 a week, $1600 a month. I mean-"

Spencer reaches over and nabs a couple sweet potato fries from Ezra's plate, tossing it in her mouth before Ezra was able to say anything.

"That's some real fucking good pocket money just for helping some kids with their homework."

"I'm not even getting that much." Ezra pouts as he stares down at his plate, almost reevaluating the scheme of things in his head.

Mona shrugs. "Maybe I should start tutoring…." she states simply, swiping a fry from Ezra's plate as well.

"Okay, wait a seco-"

"I gave them a group discount." Emily picks up her fork and knife and begins cutting into her bourbon chicken.

While everyone else was unbothered by Emily's payment practice, Spencer felt like she was the only person who thought that Emily was making a mistake, crippling herself before she even starts.

"WHY?" her mouth drops and eyes widen with her hands out in disbelief and confusion. "You should have worked them. They're undergrads, they're practically infants and probably desperate since they are getting a tutor this late in the semester."

"I decided because it's a group, a standard rate would be easier to deal with money wise. Plus, it's good when you want people to spread the word." Emily responds to Spencer's overly attached sentiments towards a deal that had no connection to her ever so simply as she sticks a fork full of chicken into her mouth.

"So I'm just charging $160 altogether for each session."

"And to that, a toast." Ezra quickly raises his to drink in the air before Spencer can continue to sputter out her distaste. "To…education and…..helping the less academically fortunate….and getting paid all doing it."

"Cheers." they all lift their glasses high in the air, clanking against each other in a small celebration.

….

The cool breeze of the November night greets the group of friends as they finally leave the establishment. Emily buttons up her long, checker plaid peacoat as she pushes through the exit doors last. The gang say their rounds of goodbyes for the night, giving hugs and cheek kisses with promises to have another night out sooner rather than later. As they begin to split up and head for their vehicles, a voice called out in their direction. Everyone does a quick glance at the restaurants doors when they see their waitress walking out, singling for just Emily's attention.

"Hey…" she walks up to Emily, shoving her hands into her jacket.

"Hi. Is there something wrong?" Emily steps into the young woman with almost a hushed voice, not quite understanding what prompt her to follow them outside.

"Oh, nonono. Everything is fine. I, uhm…. I just wanted to catch up with you before you headed out."

Ezra bows his head with the biggest smile plastered on his face as he tried to keep his laughter silent and to himself. He walks towards his car and unlocks it with a press of his car keys.

"Goodniiiiight, Emily!" he calls out in a mocking tone that only Emily would catch onto.

"See you later!" Mona joins in with a pep in her voice as she spun around to face Emily, walking backwards to her parked vehicle. She waves innocently enough to believe before she quick stepped it into her car to escape the cool winds.

All Emily could do is wave at her friends who made sure to take their time driving past the curb of the restaurant, prolonging their goodbyes from their windows – Spencer specifically making a knowing face at Emily while the girl wasn't looking before she blended herself with the flow of traffic in the night streets.

The waitress stares down at her shoes with a small laugh as they both stand alone for a few moments.

"I hope that I wasn't being all awkward earlier." she finally speaks as she raised her eyes to meet Emily's. "I've never been good about flirting…"

Emily suddenly gets caught up in her words, trying to come back with a response now that she's hitting the reality of this girl coming forward about her not-so-subtle moves.

"Oh, I-I mean-you…you were fine. Don't-don't worry about it."

"Look, I know it's late and you probably have somewhere to be early in the morning so I don't want to hold up your time but….I was hoping that maybe I can treat you for a round of drinks?"

Emily glances behind the girl back at the doors they just walked out of with a slight on-coming grimace. This is when the waitress quickly corrects herself.

"Not here, obviously, but at this spot a little bit more downtown?"

Emily sucks in a bit of air, looking around but never directly at her. "I don't know….It's-"

"I won't keep you too late, I promise."

Emily's eyes finally glance down at the shorter girl as she stares up at her with hopeful eyes that wishes not to be rejected in the cold. She reaches up to scratch her temple in thought with another deep breath before a light, polite smile graces her face as her hand moves up to her hair then back to her sides.

"Okay." she finally agrees.

….

Keys clink against each other as a door is unlocked. Emily steps over the threshold into her home and secures the door behind her, leaving her standing in the darkness. She stares off into the space before her, just….breathing.

She stands in silence for what feels like an entire minute before she collects herself, slips out of her boots, and trudges forward. She drops her keys on a small table by the entrance on her trek to her master bedroom at the end of hall in this one story house she lived in. The buttons on her coat pop off one by one by the time she pushes through her room door, still in complete darkness.

Exhausted.

She was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted.

….

Her eyes are buried into the crease of her arm that laid across her face. It was her way of almost concealing her visuals, not wanting to see. A black and red comforter hid her lower body from her mid-section on down. Another way of covering herself. Not wanting to see.

Her right hand slickly graces up and down gradually, keeping a steady tempo for a minute before she picks up the stroke - her breathing hitching as she almost begins to pant. With every upwards pull, she felt herself getting closer and closer like waves of a trembling ocean rocking against a lone boat. With every second that passes, the waves become higher as its force increases. This back and forth continues until the lone boat cannot withstand the crashing waters and capsizes, succumbing itself to the demand of nature.

Emily begins stretching out her legs with her toes pointed, her hips starting to rise as her hand speedily brings herself to the pinnacle of this session. Her groan morphs into whimpers when she climaxes, bursting a warm substance directly onto her stomach. It takes her nearly 30 seconds of a come down as she laid tiredly in her bed, breathing ragged with her hand now still to match her motionless body.

The silence of her home surrounds her like a chokehold.

You try to fight it at first but the grip tightens, squeezing every breath out of you to the point your gasps turn into struggling wheezes. Everything is now still and blurred as you begin to realize…

You're suffocating.

A tear trickles from an eye in the midst of the quietness of the midnight. It rolls down her face, sliding to her neck when her chin begins to lightly tremble as the second instrument in this humiliation orchestra. She moves her arm from across her face to shield her eyes with her hand, however, it does not stifle her small cry but only expedites it.

She cannot help feeling the way she does. This happens every time. And every time she told herself it was the last time, a pretty girl would smile at her, a hand creeping to touch, leave her eyes wandering purposely so Emily knows she's looking and test the waters, all just to make her relapse.

All those green lights are constant reminders that although flirtatious now, in the long run when all is exposed, it will never amount to anything as she's never going to experience life with someone on that level, normally. Not today, not here.

And that's what makes her shameful as she wipes her eyes with the bottom of her hand, slowly rolling herself out of bed.

Being exposed.

…..

Emily Fields - Chemistry and Forensics

Emily pushes the cap back on the red marker as she stared at the white board she stood in front of. It was empty in the room she was in but only because she was the first person there. Using an open, smaller classroom on campus for this tutoring session, she couldn't help to feel nervous. Extremely nervous. She's never taught before and wondered if she could really do this. These younger, undergrads are coming to her for help. What if she can't prevail? What if their grades don't see an improvement?

She does have to admit that she is a bit out of her comfort zone. Although she can get through public speaking when it's an absolute must, she's never had that great of a track record with her peers when she was in enrolled at this school years ago. What if she doesn't connect with them? What if they don't like her?

New and constant what if scenarios play through her head as she decides to flip through the copy of the textbook the group is using to pass the time instead of just awkwardly standing at the front of the classroom.

About 3 minutes later, 10 minutes before their agreed session hours, a girl popped her into through the doors of the room.

"Is this the Chemistry and Forensics tutoring?"

"Yes, yes, come in, please." Emily barely contains her eagerness as she stands up and closes her book. The girl takes a seat in the front at the long, horizontal table and Emily doesn't know exactly where to place herself. Does she stay behind the professor's podium or does she get closer to the girl in order to create a personal-like greeting?

"You're a part of the group that's coming in right?" she elects to go the safe route and strike up a conversation from where she is.

The girl briefly looks up at Emily as she pulls her books out of her large, blue floral bag. "Uh…yeah. The others should be in coming in."

"And what is your name?" Emily tries to be personable as she pushes the conversation along.

The student sets everything out in front of her, placing her pink water bottle at the top of the table before she looked up at Emily once again now that she was ready.

"I'm Sydney." she simply introduces herself.

"That's a pretty name." Emily smiles with her eyes as her face lightens up with a friendly grin. She extends her hand out towards the student. "I'm Emily."

"Hi." Sydney shakes her hand with a small smile in return.

Getting on a first name basis, Emily crosses her arms, a little bit more confident now that maybe she could do this.

"So, are all of you guys friends or…just classmates who decided to get extra help."

"We're all friends struggling in this hell of a class. So much so, we've decided to get a tutor before we fuck up our GPA."

"It can't be that bad." Emily jokingly laughs.

Sydney's eyebrows shoot up and creates creases in her forehead as she stared up at Emily with a cock of her head. "….It's that bad."

Before either of them had the chance to speak, there was a loud slam from the hallway that made them both look to the back of the class where the door was.

"Wait….shit. Is this the right building?" a male voice is heard with female voice replying back.

"Yes, I told you this already."

"Where is the class then? We passed the 260's already."

"No, we didn't. It's down the hall, dumbass."

Emily shifts her crossed arms to placing her hands stretched out to by her sides when a few seconds went by and two more undergraduates enter the room.

"Hello, welcome." Emily greets the two with another pleasant smile. "Have a seat anywhere you'd like."

"Why are you guys so loud?" Sydney's disapproving, tight face shakes her head as the female student pulled up a seat on the left of her.

"Because Ben's an idiot." she flips her hair over her shoulders and swings her backpack onto the table. Ben stares at Emily as he dragged a chair out next to the girl he came in with.

"You're our tutor?" he asked in a surprised yet curious tone. His eyes scale her frame in her red long-sleeved sweater and black slim-fit jeans as her dark brown hair that she wore with an extra wave fell down her shoulders.

"Yes." Emily answered as she lightly rocked on her heels. "I'm Emily. I believed I talked to you on the phone last week…?" she trails off with her eyes falling on the student next to Sydney.

"Oh, no." the girl waved her off as she removed her books from her backpack. "I didn't plan this. It was another friend who put this together."

Emily presses her lips together with head nod, now holding her hands behind her back. "Right. And what are your guys' name?"

"I'm Shana. That's Ben." the student introduces herself along with her friend who still kept his eyes on her with no sense of subtleness. Emily, however, ignored the attention.

"Sydney, Shana, and Ben. Great."

"And entering Mr. Khan, the royalty among the peasants." a deep and taunting voice catches Emily off guard with her sights swinging to the doors just to see two more students entering – a guy with a Burger King bag in one hand and a drink in the other as he rested his arm of the shoulder of a girl who sipped on her drink through a straw, holding a Burger King as well.

"Did you get me the double bacon cheeseburger?" Ben turns and watches the two make their way into the classroom.

"No. Why would I?" the guy scoffed as if Ben had asked him the stupidest question of the day.

"I texted you to pick it up for me since you were going that way."

"I didn't check my phone so looks like tough shit, Coogan."

"That's bullshit. I saw that you read my message."

"And I'm telling you I didn't. Plus, you should be the last person asking for favors-"

"Guys, can you not?" the girl hangs her bag on the back of her chair with her things neatly placed in front of her. She takes the seat on the right side of Sydney as the male student occupies the chair next to the girl, all five of them sitting together in a line. Emily and her make eye contact as she comfortably scoots herself closer to the table, looking up at her apologetically,

"I'm sorry. These two have no manners or understanding of formalities apparently."

"That's okay." Emily casually dismissed. "I'm in the process of learning names."

"Well, I'm Noel Khan." Noel pipes up at the opportunity of having the floor.

"Noel." Emily mentally makes the note before her eyes fall back on the girl with a point of her finger. "And you must be the one I spoke to on the phone."

"Yes." the student confirmed with easy and gentle smile towards Emily. "Alison DiLaurentis."

Emily's nerves seem to melt a tad while Alison beams causes her to smile herself.

"Okay, Sydney, Shana, Ben, Noel, and Alison. Perfect group we have here." Emily clasps her hands together as she stood before her new tutoring group. She steps back, giving them the chance to see the white board with her name as she begins the session.

"Allow me to introduce myself a bit now that we're all here. My name is Emily Fields. I graduated here from Yale back in 2015 with a degree in Neuroscience and a minor is Computer Science and now am currently enrolled at the graduate school to further my education and hopefully become a Biomedical Engineer."

A couple students give an impressed raised eyebrow as Emily lays out her credentials. She certainly didn't look like someone who would want to be an engineer of any sort.

"I honestly love science and it's the sole reason I want to help you guys. Science really isn't that bad of a subject once you understand the fundamentals. Everything around us has to do with science. Even your degrees." she glances past each student with a smirk as she rubbed her hands together. "I can bet you that no matter what you're studying – it has science to keep it pushing."

Her sights fall on the girl she so happened to stand directly in front of.

"Shana. What are you studying?"

Shana straightens her back at the sudden attention shift, tapping on her notebook with her purple mechanical pencil.

"Music."

"Music." Emily repeats with a kind grin. "In science, you learn that sound is vibration and the frequency of vibration is what creates different sounds. Have you ever listened to a song and the instruments, the melody, the vocals, give you chills or goosebumps? That's dopamine being released in your brain. Science. Specifically, neuroscience." she expressively points at Shana before she lands on someone new.

"How about you, Noel?"

"Economics. Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. Get the money – dolla, dolla bill y'all." Noel raps with playful arrogance, making Ben, Shana, and Sydney chuckle at the stupidity. Emily joins in with a shake of her head because as stupid as it was, she wants to make this tutoring class light and easy. That'll be the only way these students will be receptive to learning.

"That one has science written all over it." she goes to explain. "How do you know what will sell? What do you know what won't? You're studying the relationship between the consumption and production of goods, services in an environment, along with society and human behavior to determine what venue would create maximum profit. Social science."

Emily's finger lands on two more students.

"Sydney? Ben? What about you two?"

"Investigative medicine." Sydney responds.

"Public health for physical therapy." Ben follows after.

"I think you guys know those are self-explanatory." Emily tilts her head at them with a soft smile, gaining one back from Sydney. "Without science, those programs wouldn't exist. All three of us need each other in some way to help others."

Finally, Emily looks to the last sitting student in means of completing her point.

"What has your eye, Alison?" she asks as she comfortably leans her elbow against the grey, professor's podium. "What are you dedicating your years to studying?"

"Film & Media. Doubt you can find science in there." Alison purposely challenges Emily with squinted eyes and a half smile that looked up to no good. Everyone looks from Alison to Emily with now interest to hearing Emily's comeback; to see if she had in-fact debunked Emily's theory. This, although, Emily liked. She liked being put to the test and forced to prove herself.

"A tough one…..film." Emily bites the inside of her bottom lip as she looks up to the off-white, tiled ceiling. There is a brief silence as the students awaits Emily's reply. Alison's smugness was subtle as she took a sip of her Frappuccino, the victorious smile resting all in her eyes.

"Actually, film studies is all about science." Emily speaks up after a few long seconds, pushing herself off the podium. "Aren't you learning about movement? Light? Color? Photography, perspective, and things of that nature? Understanding how things flow together….aesthetics…and just overall making a connection with your audience?"

"Yes. It's an art." Alison confirms but stating her opinion in a matter-of-factly tone right after, correcting Emily in a reminder.

"It's an art but how do you know what exactly you have to do to make your audience experience the emotions you want them to experience?" Emily takes slow steps towards the undergraduates' table but in Alison's direction, specifically.

"How did Kevin Bacon in the 2004 movie, "The Woodsman" play a convicted child molester, yet, made the audience sympathize with him? A grown man who likes children, the most disgusting, abysmal feature you can find in someone. How did he bring to life a character that you would like to stone…..to someone you almost feel bad for?"

Alison stares at Emily, who is gradually getting closer to her, with no kind of rebuttal. This allows Emily to continue as she speaks informedly with her hands.

"You have to tweak the lighting a certain way, angle the camera for a particular visual, have a certain soundtrack playing in the background to allow your viewers to aboard a journey outside themselves. Yes, it's an art but understanding how people operate, perfecting the knowledge of their behavior and how to manipulate it in the way you want it at the drop of a tear….." Emily brings her fingers together for a crisp and loud snap that emphasized her words in as she looks directly into Alison's eyes with a 'last laugh' kind of smile.

"….That's science."

Alison silently holds her stare at Emily as she and her maintained what felt like intense yet dramatic eye contact within the absolute silence of the classroom. Alison's stare wasn't an annoyed stare or even an intimidated stare because she was just attested wrong in front of her friends, but a stare that flicked a glimmer of something within her ocean blue eyes. The kind of ocean where the waters are so clear that you can see the floor but from afar it radiates a pure and heart-warming blue that puts you in a wave of excitement. Emily slowly backs up, breaking the contact while Alison continued to intriguingly watch her, and moves back to the podium where she picks up her copy of their class' textbook.

"So," she cracks open the book with a clearing of her throat. "Which section are you guys currently on?"