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Toby (P.O.V)

It has been a week since Alison was found. Jason and Spencer would mostly stay in their rooms. I feel terrible. The funeral is tomorrow, but I don't think I'm going. I want to be there for Spencer, but she insisted that I don't. I never wanted to go in the first place, but Spencer just seems so upset. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her cry though. Whenever she looks like she is about to, she just retreats to her room.

The next day, I knock on Spencer's door, and she just yells, "Come in!"

I walk in to her room and she looks gorgeous in her black dress, with her hair running down her back.

I embrace her in a hug, and for the first time ever, she actually lets her tears run in front of me.

Hanna (P.O.V)

I am ready for the funeral and I get into the car with my other. It is still a little awkward between us since the shoplifting incident occurred. She told me that she would take care of it. Little did I know that "taking care of it" meant sleeping with officer Wilden.

When I arrive, I see Aria, Emily, and Spencer. We all exchange hugs with each other and our parents. When we are inside the building, Mrs. Dilaurentis suggests that we all sit in the front together, because that is what Alison would have wanted.

"I can't believe what a scene this is." I say as we sit down.

"Ali would have loved it." Aria replies.

"Popular in life and death." Spencer adds.

I see how stressed Emily is, so I sneak her my flask.

"Hanna, I don't do that." Emily says. "Well, today you do." I reply. She accepts the flask.

Aria gets a text, so I ask, "Is it anyone we know?"

"No, it's just my mom sending me a text." We all have weird looks on our faces so she adds, "I'm not the only one who got messages from A, am I?"

Spencer turns around and says, "oh my god."

We all turn around to see that Jenna Marshall is here.

Spencer (P.O.V)

When the funeral is over, us four all exit with our arms linked. I am going to meet Jason here though, but he is talking to

"Emily, Spencer, Aria…, and Hanna." a cop approaches us.

"Do we know you?" I ask.

"I'm detective Wilden. I understand you were all good friends with the victim. I'm going to have to talk to each one of you."

"But we talked to you when Alison went missing." I protest.

"I intend to go over each one of your statements, because this is no longer a missing person's investigation, it's a murder. Rest assured, I will find out what happened." He then walks away from us.

We barely had a conversation and this guy already pisses me off.

All of a sudden, we get a text at the same time.

I'm still here, bitches, and I know everything.

-A

This can't be Alison, we just had her funeral. Who is "A"?

Later that day

I am hanging out with Toby in his room.

"Hey, when did you get that black hoodie? I have never seen you with it." I ask.

"Oh, um, I just don't wear it often." I nod.

"How do you feel?" He asks me.

"About the funeral or the fact that we got interrogated again?"

"Both."

"I don't know. I mean, I can't believe she is really gone."

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

"Yes, I do."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I am just sorry that you have to go through this. You, your friends, Jason."

"I just want to find out who did it, you know, for closure."

We remain silent.

"I'm going to visit my family later, they want to make sure I'm okay."

"How did meeting Melissa's fiancé go?"

"It was fine. It was a bit boring, but at least no one was being condescending. Wren wasn't as stuck up as I thought."

Toby gets a text message.

"I have to go."

"Why? Where are you going?"

"Um, it's my boss, I have to work on a job."

"At 8:00 at night?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit surprised too. I'm sorry." He presses his lips on mine for what seemed like an hour, but was a few seconds.

He grabs the black hoodie and leaves.

I get another text message.

Aw, poor Spencer. Maybe Toby has more to be sorry for than you thought.

-A

What is this about? I text the other girls to come over so we could talk about this.

Once the girls arrive, I show them the text.

"You have to talk to Toby about this." Emily says.

"Well, we don't really know how serious this really is. For all we know, this could all just be some cruel joke." I reply.

"Then how would they know all of our secrets?" Aria said.

"Do you think we should just tell each other what our text messages said?" Hanna asked. Aria and Emily look a little wary.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I say. I bet I can guess what Emily's message was about, but I'm not sure about Aria.

about. "We are all best friends, we trust each other." Aria says.

"Well, what was your text message about?" I ask.

"I just broke up with Jason, and I was upset, so I went to a bar." She see the look on my face and she says, "I ordered a cheeseburger. Anyway, there was another guy next to me. One thing led to another and we ended up making out in the bathroom."

"So what?" I question.

"The guy was , but I had no idea whatsoever that he would be my English teacher!The worst part about it is that I still like him. We talked at Alison's funeral, but we both want to be together. "

.god.

"Aria, we are your best friends, we won't judge you." We all pull her in for a hug. We all tell each other what the rest of our messages said, except Emily.

"Emily, what does yours say?" Hanna asks.

Emily begins to run out. I catch up to her. "Emily, wait. What was the note about? You don't have to tell me now, only if you want."

"I kissed Maya. Then, I got a note about it."

"Listen, I have said this before, but trust me, we all love you. You can tell them. You don't have to if you aren't ready."

"Spencer, I'm not ready. I haven't even told my mother."

"Then you don't have to. Just know that we will be here for you no matter what." I give her a hug and she gives me a sad smile and leaves.

When I get back to the apartment, Hanna and Aria look concerned. "She isn't ready to tell us yet." I say.

Eventually, the girls go home and Toby arrives.

"Toby, we need to talk." I say. we walk into my room and he sits on the bed next to me. I show him the text message, and he looks frightened.

"Do you know what this is about?" I ask. He freezes.

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