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Chapter 2: The Jenna Thing
After Alison's funeral, and after Detective Wilden accosted them outside the church, the five nervous and frantic girls congregated at Apple Rose Grille to discuss the fact that Jenna was apparently back in Rosewood, that particular discovery having raised numerous red flags.
"Why was Jenna there?" Aria started off, her eyes beseeching each of the girls for a plausible reason.
"I guess she's back," Spencer shrugged, her retort more of an obvious observation and simultaneously unhelpful.
"Why would she come back? She's supposed to be in a place for the blind," Hera snapped; her hackles were up with Jenna being so nearby, especially with Alison dead. The fact that Jenna returned right after Alison was officially declared dead was incredibly suspicious.
Rolling her eyes, Spencer automatically corrected her, the habit ingrained after years of friendship, "You mean visually impaired, Hera."
"Same thing," Hera and Hanna scoffed in unison, eliciting laughter from the other three at the familiarity of the Marin twin-talk.
"That cop acted like we were suspects or something," Hanna warily pointed out, a pout on her lips.
A fearful expression colored Emily's features and she hesitantly inquired, "Do you think we looked guilty?"
"We cannot look guilty if we didn't do anything wrong, Em. I mean, I'm guilty for falling asleep while Ali was out there doing only God knows what," Hera's emphatic statement was followed by a vicious scoff, but at the same time, she ensured her tone was kind, knowing only too well that Emily was freaked out and rightfully so – Darren looked like he meant business, and she was positive that he had only just begun hounding them.
"Exactly," Aria instantly and fervently agreed with Hera.
Hanna leaned forward, her voice low and conspiratorial, "Except lie about the Jenna thing."
"We promised we'd never bring up the Jenna thing again, remember? It never happened," a defensive Spencer was quick to respond.
Aria shook her head forlornly, "Have you found a way to forget? I still wake up sometimes in the middle of the night."
"Aria, it was an accident," Spencer insisted.
"Besides, it was all Ali, we're just guilty for not stopping her," Hera shrugged, suppressing her laughter when she noticed the old man on the neighboring table stare incredulously at Hanna who was pouring alcohol from her flask into her drink.
"It's medicinal," Hanna hissed at the man with a look of pure innocence. When the old man continued to stare at her in disbelief, she hissed yet again in a self-justified tone, "Cramps!" The old man shook his head, disbelief the main emotion on his wizened face, and averted his blatant gaze while Hanna ignored the four looks of amusement being sent her way.
Emily continued on with their previous conversation, "I don't get it. How does 'A' know something about me that only Alison knew?"
"Ali knew all of our secrets, but… we never knew any of hers," Aria sighed, tracing random patterns onto the table with her index finger.
"I knew some," Spencer blurted out, only to raise a fist to her mouth, her eyes wide.
"Go on!" Aria pressed.
"Talk!" Hera and Hanna demanded.
Spencer looked like a cornered mouse as she weakly said, "I can't."
"Spence!" Aria squealed indignantly, "No, you are not gonna drop a bomb like that and just clam up!"
"She'd so kill me if I told you," Spencer whined in a justified manner.
"Spencer, whose funeral were you at just now?" Hera huffed in disbelief.
"Yeah, she's dead," Hanna tactlessly added.
Spencer sighed in defeat, "Ali was seeing someone that summer."
"I knew she was keeping something from me! From us," Emily quickly added when the four girls stared at her weirdly.
Aria shrugged in confusion, "Well, why didn't she want us to know?"
"He was an older boy, and he had a girlfriend," Spencer slowly, almost hesitantly, elucidated.
Unlike the others, Hera wasn't the least bit perturbed at that nugget of information, after all, dating older men wasn't rare in Rosewood for some people; she had also been dating an older guy, someone that no one but Alison and a certain somebody knew about. Hanna would kill her if she found out about him.
"Who was it?" Emily asked curiously, prompting Hanna and Aria to lean forward, identical expressions of intrigue on their features.
A crease appeared between Spencer's brows, "She never told me his name."
"That's only half the secret," Hanna pointed out in disappointment.
"It's more than you ever got from her," Spencer snapped defiantly, making Hanna lift her hands in surrender.
"How is it that Ali told us nothing, and we told her everything?" Aria couldn't help but ask, though the inquiry sounded more of a fixture between a statement and an observation; the four girls traded bewildered looks, never having thought of it like that before.
Emily struggled with her next words, "Because she made us feel like we were part of something special."
"We were," Hanna agreed forlornly.
"Also, because…" Hera trailed off and the four girls stared at her expectantly, "Well, I don't know about you four, but, Ali had a knack for popping up unexpectedly. She had her own way of finding out everything without us telling her."
The girls nodded in agreement.
"I miss Ali," Emily sighed sadly. Hanna's eyes caught on to the hand-woven bracelet on Emily's hand with her name carved in silver diamonds, "I can't believe you still wear that." Ali had gifted each of them with a customized pair, each with their own names inscribed.
"Ali still wears her… wore," Emily dejectedly corrected herself.
"When Ali didn't come home that night, I knew something terrible must have happened, but there was always some part of me that imagined someday she'd show up," Spencer confided in the girls her inner thoughts.
"Yeah," a fond smile pulled at Aria's lips. "I used to think that maybe she'd just… run off with some guy."
"She was laying on a beach somewhere," Emily added with a smile of her own.
"Shopping somewhere with a gaggle of friends or an admirer," Hera giggled.
"Or getting a tan by the pool with that hot lifeguard," Hanna laughed, the girls' faces brightening up at that.
"Ohh, yeah… what was his name?" Aria wondered, thinking of that sexy lifeguard they ran into over a year ago. Hanna scoffed, "Who cares?" All of a sudden in complete unison, Hera and Hanna waved their hands in the air and mock-screamed, "Save me!" which prompted Spencer, Emily and Aria to burst into laughter at the memorable incident.
Their laughter however, abruptly died when a soft, distinctive tapping on the floor resonated in the restaurant, and they slowly looked over their shoulder to find Jenna tapping her cane on the floor with each step she took. One by one, the girls abandoned their respective chair, their eyes glued to Jenna as they discretely left without another sound.
Hera entered the living room dressed in rose skinny jeans and a billowy cream top with her hair loose and cream wedges. She reached out for the remote and increased the volume when Darren appeared on screen.
"The coroner did release his findings this morning, and although Alison DiLaurentis' body did show signs of a blunt-force head trauma, the cause of her death was suffocation," Darren reported.
Hera abruptly turned off the television, her thoughts roaming over the cause of Ali's death – it was abundantly clear that Alison suffered before she took her last breath, and she couldn't help but shiver at the fact that the killer was roaming around freely, probably still in Rosewood watching panic stir among the people.
"Are you two going to be okay going to school today?" Ashley inquired after her daughters as she joined them in the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, we'll be fine," Hanna added, slipping her hand into Hera's. Hera beamed at her twin; the death of Alison had at least done some good to the Marin twins – the revelation of her death was helping the twins to finally heal and move on like before.
Ashley smiled fondly at her daughters before sighing, "I don't want to think about what the police are saying, and you shouldn't either. Try to remember Alison as the beautiful girl you knew."
"I'm really sorry, Mom," guilt adorned Hanna's visage as she recalled the unnecessary problems she had caused for her mother.
"For what?"
"The cop," Hanna replied and Hera couldn't help but shift awkwardly at the mention of Darren and she distracted herself by pouring some coffee.
"It's over. Okay? We won't be seeing him again," Ashley informed Hanna as she watched her artfully apply lipstick. "Is that amber rose? It's a good color for you."
Hanna beamed; Hera decided to forgo taking her car to school and instead carpooled with Hanna. The car ride was spent in comfortable silence, neither one of them wanting to think of the school population's reaction to Alison's death. They were now officially known as the dead girl's best friends, and Hera shivered at the thought.
Hera went through the boring routine of high school; she left Hanna with Mona – even though they were getting back on the right track, Mona was Hanna's best friend now and even though it sounded harsh, Hera couldn't exactly stand Mona in large dosages now that she was acting vapid to easily fit into the popular girl stereotype. Emily was in swimming practice, and Spencer and Aria weren't currently around.
Her eyes widened when she found her path blocked by none other than Chad Delaney, who apparently couldn't take a freaking hint. Fortunately, Hera was saved from trying to dodge him when the principle's voice blared through the intercom.
"Will the following students please come to the office: Emily Fields, Aria Montgomery, Spencer Hastings, Hera Marin, Hanna Marin."
Hera smirked and parted Chad, who looked apoplectic with rage, with a mocking wave. She traveled the short distance to the principal's office where she found the other four already there and waiting for her. They gathered around upon hearing Aria's phone ring.
Aria's eyes widened, "Wait, it's from 'A'." Hanna grabbed her phone, and huffed crossly as she read the message out loud, "Dead girls walking."
The door opened and the five girls ambled inside, seating themselves on the five empty chairs laid out for them expectantly, and they steadily met Detective Wilden's gaze who was currently giving them a professional smile and immediately kicked off with his interrogation.
"So let's see…" Darren fixed his navy eyes on Spencer, "You thought you heard her scream."
"I-I said that, yeah," Spencer stuttered, unhappy with the fact that she was the first person under the Detective's limelight.
"And when you four woke up in the barn, Alison was gone, and so was Spencer," Darren asked, his eyes lingering on Hera longer than they were supposed to. The five girls could hear the implied accusation in his tone, loud and clear.
Spencer gulped audibly and nodded, "Yes, I woke up before them, and I realized that Ali was missing, so–"
"So you went looking for her," Darren smoothly interjected.
"That's what happened," Spencer said firmly.
"I got that," a small smirk played on Darren's handsome features. He tore his eyes from Spencer's adamant black ones and they flickered between the girls, pausing briefly on each one of them. Casually, he said, "So, what's up? Was this a slumber party, or…"
Hera smoothly cut in. "We were six fifteen-year-old girls. Of course it was a slumber party. What did you expect? An orgy?" she snapped angrily, her eyes icily boring into a pair of amused navy ones. The girls all sucked in a sharp intake of breath at Hera's blatant disrespect to an officer of the law – a Detective! – and Spencer and Emily actually choked on their own spit.
"Hera!" Hanna and Aria snapped in disbelief, immensely taken aback by the other blonde's blasé attitude.
However, unlike the other girls, Hera wasn't terrified of Darren. In fact, Darren seemed to be enjoying himself and the way he was staring at her was almost… challenging.
"Is this an interrogation?" Hera proceeded since the other girls had blanked out, consumed by shock and surprise.
Darren waved both hands in an 'of course not' motion, "No, just a routine follow-up. Why did you guys all fall asleep?"
"I guess we were tired," Aria replied in a wavering voice.
"Is that a crime, Detective?" Hera audaciously demanded.
"Hera!" this time, Spencer and Emily joined Hanna and Emily in the scolding. Darren's amusement had peaked now, and he actually had to bite the insides of his cheek to stop the smile that was threatening to spread on his features.
"Tired? No, not a crime," his eyes narrowed in on his next victim, trying to see which girl was the easiest to break – Hera and Spencer were definitely out, but in retrospect, he already knew that Hera was a spitfire. "Is that how you really remember it, Hanna?"
Hera's eyes narrowed in on Darren, she knew exactly what he was trying to achieve. Hanna however, apathetically answered with a simple, "Yeah."
"Yeah, you guys were tired," Darren repeated.
"Look, we've told you everything we know, just like we did the night she went missing," Spencer had finally exploded – Hera was wondering where the Spencer Hastings, daughter of two of the most proficient lawyers had disappeared to.
"I know," Darren snapped, his eyes scrutinizing each girl, "And you see, the thing is, it's almost exactly what you said last year – almost like it was rehearsed."
"Like Spencer said, we've told you everything we know," Aria shot back, her nerves diminishing in the face of Hera and Spencer's bold attitude and fearless stance.
"And there's nothing rehearsed about falling asleep," Hera scathingly added, an eyebrow tipping upwards.
His amusement having vanished, Darren glared at her; he was left with no choice but to dismiss them. Upon concluding the interrogation, the five girls made their way over to the canteen and sat on a random table, forgoing the regular one reserved just for them when Alison had been still alive.
After checking for any eavesdroppers, Aria hissed, "He knows we're lying."
"Lying is not a crime," Hanna defended themselves.
Incredulous, Spencer stared at the blonde, "It is when you're giving false statements to the police. It's called obstruction of justice."
"Oh please!" Hanna huffed adamantly, "We lied about drinking. But the truth that matters is we don't know anything about what happened to Ali that night."
"Besides, Darren Wilden was one of the biggest party animals in Rosewood during his high school and college days. He started drinking the same age we did. It's called hypocrisy," Hera smirked, aimlessly waving around a French-manicured hand.
Spencer grudgingly agreed with Hera before adding, "We also know about someone who might have wanted to hurt her."
"A lot of people wanted to hurt her. That's not exactly hush-hush around here," Hera shrugged facetiously.
Hanna flipped her gaze to her twin, "And what's up with you? How could you speak to Wilden like that?" The other girls stared at Hera questioningly, equally curious for the answer.
Emitting a nonchalant scoff, Hera energetically twirled a red lock around her index finger, "I'm not intimidated by him. We're innocent and he has nothing to pin us with." The girls thankfully accepted her response and she barely managed to stop herself from breathing out loudly in relief.
"We should have just told the police the truth about Jenna's accident the night it happened," Emily stated forlornly, repeating herself for the nth time since The Jenna Thing happened. The guilt was eating at her.
"I wanted to, remember?" Hanna reminded them, immediately going on the defense.
"We had a chance to do more than just tell the truth. We had a chance to stop Ali," Aria pointedly added.
Hera shook her head in negative, "No we couldn't. Once Ali sets her mind on something, then there is no changing it or stopping her. Even if we all bailed, she would have still done it, and you all know that, so stop bringing it up!"
"Exactly," Spencer vehemently agreed. "And telling the police now about what happened to Jenna isn't going to make her see again. It'll just ruin our lives."
And right on cue, a cane tapping obnoxiously on the floor cut into their conversation yet again and the five girls turned to gape at Jenna.
"Oh, my god, she's back in school, too?" Hanna hissed angrily, though fear was the main emotion visible on her face. All of a sudden, Aria abandoned her seat and the four girls' jaws dropped when the shorter girl returned with an arm subtly wounded around Jenna as she proceeded to introduce the table's occupants.
Hera glared questioningly at Aria, who responded with a half shrug, guilt swirling in her hazel orbs. Jenna's next words disrupted their silent argument, "So… This would be Alison's chair, right?"
"No. We're not even sitting at that table," Emily responded rudely making her friends stare at her in surprise. Emily was always the compassionate and kind one from their group.
"You know," Jenna's voice was laced with an emotion akin to amusement. "She came to visit me in the hospital, after the accident."
"Alison did?" Spencer blurted out in astonishment, and the others weren't faring any better as they gaped at Jenna.
"Mm-hm. Everyone misunderstood Alison, but I knew exactly who she was," Jenna stated; there was an underhanded meaning behind Jenna's words, but the girls weren't able to decipher what it was.
"When did you get back, Jenna?" Spencer asked, getting back to the topic she was most interested in, "We heard that you were in Philadelphia, a school for the… visually impaired."
Hera and Hanna rolled their eyes at the reminder of last night's conversation at the Grille.
"You can say 'blind', Spencer. It's okay. It's not a dirty word," Jenna shot back with a scathing laugh, and Hera couldn't help but throw a smug smirk at an astounded Spencer. However, the reminder of the part they played that led to Jenna's blindness enveloped their table with an uncomfortable and guilty silence.
Jenna's face tilted to the side in mild confusion as the silence ensued. "Wow. It's so quiet," there was a mocking quality in Jenna's tone. "You guys used to be the fun table. What happened to you girls?"
Flashback:
Ensconced in Emily's bedroom, Hera, Hanna, Aria, Spencer and Emily surrounded Alison as she tried on the latest dress her mother bought her. They giggled loudly as Ali threw over a bunch of clothes onto the bed, and each girl snatched an apparel to try on when Alison suddenly screamed.
The girls watched in bewilderment as Alison angrily stalked over to the window and stared directly ahead at the neighbor's window.
"I see you! Oh, my god, I can't believe it," she shrieked.
"Who was it, Ali? What did you see?" a shaken Emily inquired.
Alison whirled around to face Emily and the rest of the girls and spoke with venom in her voice, "He was in that tree, spying on us! I am so creeped out!"
"Who was it?" Spencer urged.
"It was that perv, Toby Cavanaugh," she replied, a snarl in her voice.
"Are you sure?" Aria hesitated, folding her arms around herself as though that action would preserve her modesty.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Alison growled out, her eyes flashing with disgust, "He was right there! I bet he saw us all naked."
"What like a peeping Tom," Hera sneered out the window, keeping an arm protectively around her freaked out twin.
"Should we tell someone?" Aria asked the girls, her eyes beseeching Alison's.
But Alison decided on something else, a completely twisted punishment. She formed a devious plan and made sure the girls followed her outside as she grabbed a few stink bombs she had stolen from her older brother's room before heading out to Emily's, and the six girls crept towards the Cavanaugh's garage door under the silence of the night.
Aria was unsure as she grabbed Alison's wrist, "Are we sure he's not in there?"
Alison glared at her, "He's not, okay? You've got the lighter, right Spencer?" She stared at said girl, who nodded obediently and wagged the lighter that sat in her hand.
"Let's wait a second," Emily nervously stalled; in fact, other than Alison, the other five weren't confident in playing out Alison's plan. "I don't want to do this," Emily admitted after a beat of silence.
"Fine. Go back. You're on your own," Alison viciously sneered at her, her eyes practically spitting venom, making Emily recoil.
Hera's eyes flashed with anger, "No need to be a bitch, Ali! Emily's right. We should just call the cops; there are many things that could go wrong with your harebrained scheme!"
Alison shifted her glare to Hera, who didn't back down – out of all the girls, Hera and Spencer were the only two that would dare stand up to Alison and challenge her.
"What's the fun in that? Girls, Toby Cavanaugh is a freak, and we need to teach him a lesson. If he thinks he can come and spy on us while we're in your bedroom, Emily, he needs to know that his little domain is no longer a safe hideout," Alison then shivered as her eyes flickered over to the garage. "Who knows what he does in there all day, that little freak."
"Are you sure that it was Toby?" Spencer asked yet again.
Alison was frustrated with the girls' incessant questioning, "Yes! And it's a stink bomb, for God's sakes!" She now looked exasperated, "We're not nuking the place. Now, let's do it. Give me a lighter."
The girls had no choice but to admit defeat as Spencer reluctantly handed over the lighter and watched as Alison lit and then threw a couple of bombs into the garage. However, the sounds of an explosion wasn't the only noise that filled the night air; a loud terrified, hair-raising scream coincided with the loud bang, and Alison's face had suddenly drained of all color, her healthy complexion as pale as a sheet as she ran back over to join the other girls.
"Ali, what did you do?" Spencer gasped in fear.
"Come on, let's get out of here," was all Alison said, her voice laced with desperation and terror. She shoved the girls inside the house, "Let's go!"
End of Flashback
Five cellphones chimed, snapping the girls out of the flashback they were currently reliving that revolved around an inauspicious night that haunted each and every one of the Liars. Too consumed by shame and guilt, none of them reached out for their phones, fearing it would be another text from 'A'.
Jenna grabbed the nearest phone and slid it over to Spencer. Radiating complete calm and casualness, she asked, "Aren't you gonna get that?"
In turn, one by one, the Liars opened the text, and blanched–
If only she could see how guilty you look…
–A
Returning home from school, Hera disappeared into her room and opened her laptop in order to catch up on some homework before video chatting with Amanda, one of her best friends from California.
Hanna was down with her boyfriend Sean Ackard – the dude that Hanna has been crushing on for what seemed like forever. Hera was happy to hear that her twin got the guy she wanted. Hearing the sound of her mother's heels followed by a door slamming signaled her arrival, and Hera decided to join them downstairs, bidding Amanda a quick goodbye.
"Sean, please tell your Dad we really have been trying to make it to church, but I've been working on the weekends," Ashley smiled over at Sean. It must be awkward dating the pastor's son and never having attended his sermons, not even once.
"Oh, yeah, no. I'll let him know, Mrs. Marin. But it's okay. I mean, he understands," Sean shrugged, a wide smile appearing on his face just as the doorbell rang. "He works on the weekends too."
"Cute preacher humor," Hera snorted, announcing her presence as Ashley went to see who was at the door.
Sean snapped his gaze to Hera's, a timid smile on his face, though with a small amount of hesitation. "Hey, Hera. Long time," he chuckled nervously. Hanna smiled affectionately at her boyfriend and rubbed his back supportively – for some reason, Sean always felt awkward around both Alison and Hera; admittedly Ali was scary, but Hera… she didn't get it.
"You too, Sean," Hera smiled sweetly. Leaning in, she held eye contact with her sister's boyfriend and said in a menacing tone, "So, I've been away when you two finally hooked up, that means you missed the protective older sister shovel talk. You break my sister's heart, I break your neck, got it?"
Hanna's eyes danced with amusement and gratitude, and Sean flinched slightly, but when he spoke, it oozed with confidence, "Don't hurt Hanna, got it." He turned to squarely meet Hanna's eyes, a soft smile gracing his features, "But I wouldn't want to anyways."
Squealing, Hanna planted a kiss on his cheek. Hera regarded them with amusement, "Good. Just so we're clear."
At that moment, Ashley walked in, Darren trailing her. "Look who stopped by for dinner," she said with fake cheer. Her eyes meaningfully connected with both a stupefied Hera and an angry Hanna.
Darren donned a charming smile as he lifted the bags in both hands to the girls, "I brought Thai takeout."
Ashley hinted to Hanna that it was time for Sean to leave, and the Marin girls had an awkward dinner with Darren. Hera kept shooting glares at the Detective, who was seemingly unaffected by them as he carelessly ate and struck a conversation with Ashley.
"No taking calls during dinner, Hera," Ashley scolded her as Hera's phone beeped with a message. Ashley was totally oblivious to the nervous glances her daughters shared upon hearing the phone, but Darren wasn't, and his eyes narrowed in on Hera as she innocently grabbed her phone and said, "It's just a text Mom, not a call."
Seems the Marin women cannot escape the Wilden charm.
Careful Hera, Hanna might be next. –A
Hanna's voice broke Hera from her trance, "Anyone we know?" Hanna radiated extreme calm, but inside, her heart was pounding loudly with alarm, and the implication of it being 'A' hung meaningfully in the air.
Sneaking a peak, Hera noticed Darren's trained eye was focused solely on her, awaiting her response. Hera shrugged and lied convincingly as she casually said, "Nah, just a friend from Cali. I'll answer her later."
Thankfully, Hanna seemingly believed her lie and the four of them continued having dinner as though nothing had happened – well, except for Hera.
Hanna and Mona were leaving the mall, both girls loaded with a plethora of shopping bags when the blonde noticed Detective Wilden across the street, standing and staring at them, or more precisely, her. Excusing herself, Hanna stormed over and accosted him with rage etched all over her pretty features.
"Are you spying on me?" Hanna spat, clenched fists at her sides.
Arms folded, Darren leaned against his car, perfectly relaxed, "Just doing my job."
"Look, I'll pay for the sunglasses. I'll pick up trash on the highway. I'll do whatever it takes, but I want you to leave my mother alone," Hanna said in aggravation.
Darren smirked, "You see, the thing is, Hanna, I don't care if you were drinking the night Alison went missing. What I care about is you and your pretty little friends knowing who killed her."
Hanna blanched; how did he know they were drinking? And did he actually think one of them killed Ali?
"What?" her voice was nothing but a whisper.
"Your Mom may be hot, Hanna, but she's not hot enough to make that go away–" he was cut off by a familiar voice pervading the air, and both he and Hanna turned to stare at Hera who was passing by, oblivious to their presence as she argued quite heatedly with someone on the phone.
"Screw you! It has nothing to do with that and you know it," Hera growled, not knowing that she was being overheard as the person on the other end yelled into her ear. "It was time for me to leave… Don't bring that up, damn it!"
Hanna frowned at her sister; she seemed extremely tense and pissed off with whoever was on the other line.
"You promised–" Hera scowled, apparently cut off by the person on the other line. "Ugh! I hate you!" she snatched the phone from her ear and hung up on the person's face. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights when her eyes finally connected with Hanna and Darren.
"Who was that?" Hanna curiously demanded, for a moment forgetting her beef with the Detective.
"Nobody, Hanna. What's going on here?" Hera countered with a suspicious demand of her own. Her eyes flickered between the two of them, A's recent text unexpectedly flashing across her mind.
"Just an innocent chat with your sister," Darren replied, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"Are you sure you're oka-"
"Go home, Hanna!" Hera snarled out, interrupting her sister's need to know everything. She didn't want to talk about her phone call. Not now. Hopefully not ever. "I'll meet you there." When Hanna stubbornly stood, rooted to her spot, Hera snapped, "Now!"
"Fine, fine. Geez, relax," Hanna grumbled, turning around and making a beeline to Mona.
Once Hanna was out of earshot, Hera hissed, "Stay away from my sister, Darren!"
Darren smirked in amusement, "Are you jealous? Don't worry, your mother is enough… for now." His eyes challenged her, and Hera didn't fail him as she came back with a response.
"One damn sunglasses, Darren! You've done worse that shoplifting a freakin' pair of sunglasses in your days! Leave us alone!"
Darren took a step forward, prompting her to involuntarily take a step back. "You see Hera, the thing is, I don't want to. I enjoy seeing you on a daily basis," he winked. Opening the door to the front seat of his car, he called back, "See you soon."
Watching as Darren drove away, Hera couldn't help but feel the formation of a pit in her stomach. With Darren regularly making house calls, it was very clear to Hera that 'A' wasn't the only problem in her life now.
CAST:
Hera Marin – Candice Swanepoel
Hanna Marin – Ashley Benson
Spencer Hastings – Troian Bellisario
Aria Montgomery – Lucy Hale
Emily Fields – Shay Mitchell
Darren Wilden – Bryce Johnson
Jenna Marshall – Tammin Sursok
Ashley Marin – Laura Leighton
Sean Ackard – Chuck Hittinger
Chad Delaney – Matt Bomer
Alison DiLaurentis – Sasha Pieterse
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter, working on chapter 3 already.
The poll for what to do with Darren Wilden is still up; let me know if you want him to be an ass or make him good, adding more of him to the story and not die.
R&R.