Hey there everyone! This is my first Pretty Little Liars Fanfiction so I hope everything turns out alright. Depending on the response I get from this chapter and the next will determine if I keep going or not so please give input, good or bad!

I'm going to stick with the main points of the show but of course I want to be original with the Aria/Jason pairing so things may not follow exactly and I will be adding things to keep it interesting! I hope you enjoy!

-Cheyenne

"Aria!" I could hear my dad yelling from the base of the stairs. "Aria, are you ready yet!?"

I rolled my eyes at my father's never ending impatience. I was standing in front of my mirror finishing up the curls in my hair, using the light casting in from the sun through the blinds of my window.

It was the first day of senior year and I was more than ready to begin fresh. I took a good look at myself in the mirror. When freshman year started, I was a tomboyish out cast taken in by the most popular girl in school, Alison DiLaurentis. We had never talked before then, let alone hung out considering are polar opposite tastes in… well, everything.

Our clothes never matched, our personalities clashed with one another, she was out spoken as I would rather keep to myself and my journal, she had light hair which contrasted with my dark, she was absolutely beautiful and I was average.

She was the reason I dreaded high school. That was of course, before we became friends.

It was funny, she was the one who walked up to me one day and complimented my outfit. I had been wearing a black band t-shirt with a spiked belt and a long skirt. My signature pink streak in my hair was clearly noticeable due to the fact I just had it dyed the day before school started.

"Aria!" Alison called after me as I was walking up the front stairs of Rosewood High.

"Ummm… yes?"

I looked at Ali with a look of curiosity and fear. Alison DiLaurentis had a reputation as being the queen bee in school, meaning she could be as ruthless and cruel as she felt necessary.

She strutted up the stairs and gave me a good look up and down, her eyes never leaving me. As she began circling around me I could feel chills down my spine like I was being judged. I could feel her eyes all over me and braced myself for the worst.

Once she walked back to my front, her heels clicking on the pavement, she gave me a curt smile.

"I've always liked you Aria." She said, catching me off guard. "You have your own style and you don't give a damn what people think about it… I wish there were more people in this town like you."

I put down my curling iron to let the machine cool and I began to twirl my hair where the pink streak had been. There was still a slight discoloration which had a barely noticeable redish tint. I smiled at the memory. That exact day, I became best friends with my worst enemy.

But that was 3 years ago. Ali went missing only for her body to be discovered a year later, my friends Hanna, Spencer, Emily and I were being stalked by a crazy pycho pretending to be our dead best friend by dubbing herself, 'A.' It turned out to be Hanna's best friend Mona whose jealousy over took her because of Hanna's reconnected friendship with us.

Not only that, but I ended up dating my old English teacher Mr. Ezra Fitz, who was the light of my high school life for the longest time.

I smiled at the thought of him. My parents weren't really on the same page with our relationship, forcing us to split further and futher apart. I didn't like the fact that we still had to be semi-secretive with our relationship so I broke it off. My feelings were still there for Ezra, but I knew it just couldn't play out well for us in the end.

"Aria! It's time to go! Mike's already in the car!"

"I'm coming!" I sighed. Dropping my hair from my hand, I grabbed my purse from off the end of my bed and jogged out the door, leaving the tormenting memories of 'A' behind me.

As I was walking down the stairs my father tossed me an apple to eat on the way. Ever since the Mona thing became big news he wanted to try to reconnect with the family and become a better father figure. Meredith had gone out of the picture and I could tell my dad was trying. I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"Drive safely." He told me before I stepped out the door. "I'll be at Hollis today and your mom has errands to run after school, so make sure Mike has a ride home after Lacrosse."

I gave my dad a smile and said "Okay" before I shut the door behind me and jumped in the car. Mike was giving me this glare for being late and decided to tune out my apology with his earbuds. I rolled by eyes and gave him a little shove. He gave me a fake smile and looked back out the window.

Mike had been acting a little strange lately, disappearing late at night and becoming distant with the family. It was frustrating for me not knowing what was wrong with my little brother. We had always been so close so seeing him so far gone was upsetting.

After a long silent car ride we pulled into the school and almost immediately, Mike stormed out of the car, yanking his lacrosse stick out and hitting the door in the process.

"Hey!" I yelled. Mike barely turned around. "What is up with you? Is something wrong?"

He finally turned the whole way around enough for me to see his piercing eyes.

"Yea… you're still in my business!"

Mike began to whip his body around, lacrosse stick in hand, but what he didn't see was a figure standing behind him. As Mike whirled around his stick was caught by an ever quick hand.

"Watch where you're swinging that thing." He said seriously.

My jaw dropped as I saw Mike almost whap that man over the head with his stick, but as soon as I saw who I was looking at, I stood frozen. Gazing down into my brother's eyes was Jason DiLaurentis.

Mike looked a little taken back at first but soon enough his demeanor changed back into a hateful one. He jerked his stick free and scoffed at the older man before adjusting his backpack and stalking away. "Get out of my way." He said as he shoved past him.

I shut my car door with my mouth still ajar.

"I can't believe he's really acting like this." I mumbled to no one in particular.

As I walked around to the other side of my car I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I knew they were Jason's and in most cases I would be taken aback by it. It was no secret that everyone was a little hesitant toward the older DiLaurentis sibling due to his shady past and almost secret life. Hell, the girls and I suspected him as Ali's killer a few years ago, but the only thing I could think about right now was Mike, and what the hell could be bothering him so much.

I could feel Jason's eyes never leaving mine and it took me a few seconds to regain my wits and look at him.

He was about 3 feet away from me standing tall and looking as fit as ever. His blonde hair that was once long was now trimmed to a shorter length with a few stands still straying in his face. He wore a plain gray shirt with casual jeans and dress shoes. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his face showed no emotion; it wasn't an awkward look, just one that I was used to seeing off of the older man's face.

"I'm really sorry about him." I finally said looking back to where Mike once walked. "I don't know what's gotten into him."

I saw Jason just give and understanding nod and followed my gaze back to a disappearing Mike.

"It's not a big deal." He finally said.

This time it was my turn to nod and things were once again silent. It was no secret that Jason and I never really had a history. He was just the older brother of my former best friend and never anything more. We never really crossed paths except for a few times and even during those circumstances it was just small talk. It's not like we didn't like each other as people, just that we never really got to know one another.

"So are you here to council again this year?" I finally asked, grabbing my books and walking towards the front doors of the school.

I never looked back at Jason but I could tell he was contently following me.

"Yea. I don't mind the job. It helps me get my mind off of things."

Like Ali's murder… I thought to myself. Jason had always been a quiet person, never really one to talk much, but that was something I liked about him. His calming sense of solitude was refreshing in a gossiping town like Rosewood.

"I hear you. It's nice to have your mind focused on things when there's always news going around."

I thought back to Maya, who is still MIA as of 2 weeks ago when she first disappeared. Emily had been crushed and is still not back to normal but I can't blame her. Her first love was missing and it most likely had to do with 'A.' Even though Mona was behind Radley's bars, I couldn't help but wonder if there was really more to the big picture.

It was no coincidence that Maya disappeared just days before Mona was admitted to Radley's Institution for the Criminally Insane. There was much more to this 'A' thing that even Spencer's mind might explode.

Even after everything was said and done, I've still been jumpy and cautious about everything I do. I've changed the locks on my doors, and even changed my phone number so that only my close personal friends could have it, which included the four of us, family, Caleb, Toby and Maya, just in case she were to ever reappear.

I have taken several steps to get 'A' out of my life, but in Rosewood, news never seems to leave. Mona is plastered all over the papers and on TV, plus Maya is still missing so the search for her always brings back questions to us.

"Aria?"

I snapped my head back to the man standing next to me. Jason was giving me this confused looked as he opened the front door for me to step threw.

"W-What?" I stammered, trying to regain my senses.

"I asked if you knew anything knew about that girl. Maya?"

"Yea, Maya." I answered him. "Nothing new yet."

Jason only nodded as we continued to walk down the hallways of Rosewood High. I wasn't expecting him to follow me the whole way to my locker so when he did I stopped and turned.

His arms were once again crossed over his crest and he was piercing me with those deep blue eyes.

"Um… what?" I asked confused, almost rudely.

"You're not like them." He said simply. I gave him a puzzled look as if asking him to continue. "All of Ali's friends have secrets, Aria, including yourself. But unlike them you don't snoop or pry. You let things fall into place.

"I don't understand…" I said after a long pause. He sighed, running his hand through his blond locks.

"All I'm saying is I never understood why Ali befriended you. Out of everyone you where the one who didn't play all her games."

I chuckled. "Everyone Ali knew she played games with."

"That's what I'm trying to say. You didn't let her play you. Never take that for granted."

Jason's tone was one I couldn't decipher. The man of mystery was what Hanna use to call him back when we were kids, but I never knew how right she was until right now, looking into his eyes.

Why was he saying this to me now? Was there some kind of underlying meaning to it? I had no clue, but instead of sending chills down my spine, it was almost comforting in a way to know I wasn't like Ali. She ruined some people's lives, like Mona, and deceived a lot of people with a mind beyond her years.

Buzz Buzz

I looked down at my purse and then back up to Jason. He raised an eyebrow as I gave him a polite smile and began to search for my phone. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hanna doing the same thing, as well as Spencer and Emily across the hall.

I pulled out my iPhone and opened the text message from 'Blocked ID'

Alison may have never played you, but I sure will. Watch your back bitches; I'm back with a score to settle. –A

First chapters are always slow. So read the second one before you judge too bad!

-Cheyenne