A/N: Happy Easter! It may not be Easter when I post this, but it was when I wrote this. I haven't been able to write until today (Sunday) because my aunt flew down from Virginia and I've been hanging out with her, since I haven't seen her since I last visited her… five years ago. And she went back today so I now have time.

OK, I've been reading some of the 5 chapter (Spencer's next one after the 1st) and I don't like how it's really played out, so I'm definitely changing a lot more than the last chapter. I'm making it so Spencer doesn't want any more contact with Wren, because she feels really bad about when she made out with him. Huge mistake, in my opinion.

Disclaimer: Sara Shepard owns PLL, even though she messed up with some of the couples.

Spencer awoke on the bathroom floor of her upstairs bathroom with no idea how she had gotten there. The clock on the shower radio said 6:45 P.M. Out the window, the evening sun cast long shadows on their yard. It was still Monday, the day of Ali's funeral. She must've fallen asleep and sleepwalked. She used to be a chronic sleepwalker- it got so bad that in seventh grade, she had to spend a night at the University of Pennsylvania Sleep Evaluation Clinic with her brain hooked up to the electrodes. The doctors told her it was just stress.

She stood and ran cold water over her face, looking at herself in the mirror as she did so. Long blonde hair, emerald-green eyes, pointed chin. Her skin was flawless and her teeth were radiantly white. It was preposterous she didn't look as wrecked as she felt.

The equation ran over again in her head: A knew about Toby and The Jenna Thing. Toby was back. Therefore, Toby had to be A. It made sense, but she didn't want to believe it. And she didn't know why she didn't want to believe it.

She pressed her forehead to the window back in her bedroom. To her left was her family's own private windmill- it had long ago stopped working, but her parents loved how it gave their property such a rustic, authentic look. To her right, the Do Not Cross tape was still all over the DiLaurentises' lawn. The Ali shrine, which consisted of candles, photos, flowers, and other knickknacks in Ali's honor, had grown larger, swallowing the whole cul-de-sac.

Across the street from that was the Cavanaughs' house. Two cars in the driveway, a basketball in the yard, the little red flag up on the mailbox. She stared at the house for a few minutes before a slide-whistle noise from her computer made Spencer jump. It was her new e-mail alert. She paced over to her computer nervously and double-clicked the new message.

Hi, love. Haven't spoken to you in two days, and I'm going crazy missing you. – Wren.

After reading it, she wished it was A. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? She just spent the entire weekend convincing Melissa she was caught up in the moment and that she honestly, truly regretted it. She also spent the first few days trying to get her to talk to her. Her parents still had no clue what was going on. Melissa never said anything, but Spencer had to let her have the barn and have no more contact with him, which wasn't exactly hard to agree to. She stared at the message for a minute, before leaving her room feeling groggy and unsettled, thinking a walk would help.

She went down the stairs and slipped on her sneakers, having already changed out of the depressing black dress and then plaid shorts she was wearing, opting for a pair of dark wash jeans, leaving the hoodie on. Oddly enough, her parents and Melissa still weren't home, so she had absolutely no problem leaving the house.

Walking down the sidewalk, her phone chimed in her pocket. She froze, wondering what A could possible want. She read the text with a groan, realizing who it really was. She ignored the second- her phone chimed again- third- it chimed again- fourth- oh come on! He just wouldn't leave her alone! She had to talk to her parents about a new number. But that would cause questions, questions she didn't want to answer. She walked out of her neighborhood and headed towards town.

When she neared the mall, she realized coming to town was a big mistake. There, about ten feet away was Wren. She kept her head down, all to no avail. He noticed her and headed over. "Spencer!" He almost shouted. "How come you're ignoring me?" He was right in front of her.

She stared at him defiantly. "You and I both know that thing in the barn was a mistake and shouldn't have happened."

"But it did and it wasn't a mistake."

"It was." When he got closer, she tried not to show fear, not of him, but of the consequences if Melissa saw them. Still, she couldn't help taking a step back. He noticed, and smirked in way that said he now had something over her. He got closer. As he did, she said, "Leave me alone." He didn't. He froze, though, when he heard an unfamiliar voice, to him, speak.

"There a problem?"

To the right of them stood a boy in a Tate Prep warm-up jacket, looking as if he was just a swim practice a few minutes ago. Spencer squinted. Was that…?

"It doesn't concern you." Wren said loudly, trying to draw attention. It didn't work. The boy stepped closer. It was.

Toby Cavanaugh.

Toby walked closer to Spencer, and, after seeming to have an almost unnoticeable debate with himself, threw an arm across her shoulder. Wren moved back, no longer crowding Spencer, for which she was grateful. She was confused. Why was Toby helping her?

Wren looked as confused as she felt. "What's going on? Are you two, uh… together?"

"It doesn't concern you." Toby mocked.

Wren glared at them, then turned around. He started walking away, using his shoulder to shove past people. When he was gone, Toby removed his arm. Turning to look at her, he asked, "You all right?"

Keeping her head down, Spencer nodded. "I think so."

"You sure?"

Spencer sneaked a peek at Toby. He was really tall now and his face was no longer rodentlike and guarded but, well, high-cheekboned and dark-eyed gorgeous. She quietly cleared her throat. "I guess." Glancing behind him, she noticed a car with three people staring at them with wide mouths.

"I have to go," she said, "But thank you."

"What's wrong now?"

She nudged her chin towards her mom's car, where her parents and Melissa were staring at them. "We've attracted quite an audience."

"Oh. Well, I'll see you later, then."

"Bye." She headed towards the car. She hesitated in front of the backseat door. She hadn't spoken to them since before Ali's funeral-she'd driven there alone and had barely seen them afterwards on the lawn. She didn't want to sit through subtle glares coming from Melissa and sympathetic glances from her parents.

She moved up to the passenger side, where her mother had rolled down the window. "I'm just going to walk home." Her mother gave her one of those I feel bad for you looks and nodded her head. She glanced at her dad, who was also nodding his head.

"We'll see you at home." Moving back from the car as her dad pushed it in reverse, Spencer watched the car drive away, not noticing a head of curly blonde hair in the back with Melissa until the car was almost gone. She closed her eyes for a second, took a deep breath and headed home. She didn't see the two pairs of eyes following her, one pair protective and the other angry.

When she walked inside, her family had already started dinner, what she hoped was their way of saying she had all the time she needed and not because Melissa said anything. And they had company. Ian Thomas, Melissa's old boyfriend – and the first of Melissa's exes that Spencer had kissed – was sitting in what should've been Spencer's seat.

All four of them looked up when she walked in. Ian was the only one that spoke. "Hey Spence! How are you?" He asked as if he ate in the Hastingses' kitchen every day. It was hard enough for her that Ian was coaching her field hockey team at Rosewood – but this was just bizarre.

"I'm… fine," Spencer said as she looked shiftily at the rest of her family, waiting for someone to explain why Ian was scarfing down Thai food in their kitchen. No one did. She pulled a chair up to the corner of the table and started to spoon some lemongrass chicken onto her plate. "So, um, Ian. You're having dinner with us?"

Ian explained, "We ran into each other at the, um, memorial." A siren interrupted him, and Ian dropped his fork. The noise was most likely coming from the DiLaurentises' house. Police cars had been there non-stop. "Pretty crazy, huh?" Ian said, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't know so many cop cars would still be here."

Spencer could see that Melissa was about to reply, so she cut in. "Melissa? Could I talk to you?" She asked motioning with her head to the backyard."

Picking up the napkin form her lap and dropping it on the table, Melissa replied, "Sure, " and followed her out the back door.

"I know you're mad at me. I would be too, but, I mean, I can't… I can't have you hate me. You have completely every right to run in and tell Mom and Dad. I'd understand. But I want you to understand that I really do regret that thing with Wren, and I'm not just saying that so you'll forgive me. I wish it never happened and I'd change it if I could." She swallowed thickly. Apologizing made her nervous.

"I know you would, Spence. Why-" Melissa was cut off when the doorbell rang and their father shouted, "What are you doing here?" They exchanged a worried look and rushed inside, only to see Wren standing in the doorway, smirking smugly.

"Oh, I just thought you'd like to know why Melissa and I broke up." Spencer's eyes widened. She could count on Melissa not saying anything, but she forgot Wren could.

Her mom, after taking a hearty sip of wine, looked annoyed. "Wasn't it because you two had nothing in common?"

"No. It was because Spencer and I-"

"Got into an argument, and he almost hurt her." Melissa interjected, "I suggest you leave before you start something you can't finish."

Ian stood then, and said something Toby had said not an hour ago, "There a problem here?"

Wren obviously remembered Toby, even though he didn't know him. He took a step back from them, almost shrinking from the four glares he was receiving. "No." And then he disappeared through the door. Melissa shook her head and walked over to Ian.

"Come one." She said and took his arm. "Let's go out for dessert."

"Sure." Ian clapped a hand on Spencer's shoulder. "Spence? Want to come?"

Spencer didn't really want to. The funeral and encounters with Wren left her exhausted. "No, Ian. I think I'm just going to go to bed. Thanks, anyway." She headed for the stairs and up to her room.

She laid back down and tried to fall asleep, which was now impossible, with her phone buzzing for the sixth time that day.

Melissa may be keeping your secret, Spence, but I may not. Step out of line and the whole town will know how badly you want what Melissa has. – A

A/N: It's going to seem as if Melissa's nice, but she's really not going to be. Wren will show up more, unfortunately. But so will Toby. Obviously. I'm not going to do the cliché thing of making everything that happened to Emily happen to Spencer to have her interact with Toby. I'm going to use some of them, but I'll be making up others.