Melissa Hastings walked down the stairs the next morning, rubbing her forehead. She had a monster headache. Maybe she'd drank too much last night- but on second thought, she couldn't remember anything more than the high school Valentine's Day party her little sister, Spencer had attended that she'd chaperoned.
Then it clicked. Courtney. Alison DiLaurentis. She'd drugged her. She'd been going to kill her!
Alison was sitting in the pantry with her sister Spencer. "Hey," she said to Spencer, "mind if I borrow Courtney for a sec?"
Spencer and "Courtney" exchanged nervous looks. Spencer looked like she was about to stop me but "Courtney" touched Spencer's hand lightly and whispered "It'll be okay." We walked outside.
"Courtney DiLaurentis," Melissa said haughtily.
"I think you mean Ali." "Courtney" said back, matching Melissa's tone.
"Whatever your name is. I remember what you did last night, and I'm going to tell Spencer." Melissa threatened.
"Oh, but you won't." "Courtney" crossed her feet calmly and confidently.
"Actually, I will." Melissa glared at "Courtney".
Ali reached into her purse and grabbed two things. She waved them in front of Melissa's face. Melissa recognized them instantly - the You're dead, bitch photo and the Preserve pamphlet. "They won't believe you. Spencer already thinks her sister's a killer. Did you see how nervous she looked when you wanted to talk to me?"
"She should know she's got the wrong sister." Melissa glared at her.
Spencer stepped outside. "Guys? Is everything okay?"
"Yes," "Courtney" smiled in a saccharine manner and skipped up the steps. "Just peachy. Really, Melissa, you should be ashamed, picking on someone five years younger than you."
Melissa walked away, fuming.