Ivy

by Willa Nash

Ivy’s greatest pleasure came from pushing people. From seeing how far they’d let her shove. Usually, it was out the front door.

She is literally Allison DiLaurentis

“If you want to walk out of here with your cock attached, remove your hand from my leg. When I want you to touch me, I’ll tell you when and where.”

Elora had kept a sliver of hope that this theory was in her head. That she’d concocted this ridiculous idea because of her trust issues. Except it wasn’t outrageous. It was real. Lucas, her vivacious, sweet and loving brother, was only her half brother. His father wasn’t Lawrence Maldonado. Lucas’s father was David Clarence. He was Ivy’s half brother. He was Edwin’s half brother. And he was Zain’s. Twisted little affairs.

She has to be Spencer Hastings!

That Ivy was dead, killed in a car crash years ago. With Kristopher.

“Trusting people is how you get your heart broken.” “You’ve got it wrong.” Edwin shook his head. “Trusting people is how you mend your broken heart.”

“I won’t be a secret,” he said. “I won’t play games. I won’t fuck around. I have no desire to be a whatever. We don’t need a label, but I sure as hell won’t pretend you don’t mean something. Clear?”

“No one in this world knows me like you do. Because I haven’t let them. Not even Mira. And though you might pretend to shut me out, Elora Maldonado, no one in this world knows you like I do.”

“You and me, we fit,” he said. “We fit so fucking perfectly it shouldn’t be real. Yeah, Mira and I were good. But even when we were at our best, nothing can compare to you and me.” He pressed his hand over her heart. “Two hearts.” “One beat,” she finished.

“Michael Bamford will no longer be a problem. He messed with the wrong people.”

He's definitely Noel Kahn and Allison is Jenna