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I walked into the girls' locker room. Already, the whispers about me were dying down a little, being replaced by looks of jealousy that I had missed so much. I was finally back to the normal routine—people either loved me or wished they were me. This was the way it was supposed to be.

I saw a flash of reddish hair. Aha. Slowly, I walked over to Emily's locker and cleared my throat. She jumped like I had shocked her. "Oh!" she cried.

"Hi." I managed to refrain from smirking. "I didn't know we were supposed to bring shorts and stuff."

Of course I knew that we were supposed to, but I didn't because I knew that sweet Emily would give me the clothes off her back if necessary.

"Yeah." She lifted hers up to show me. Oh, look at me, I'm so prepared! I mocked in my head. "Mr. Draznowsky didn't tell you that?"

No, he had been a little too busy trying to look down my shirt. "He just gave me this locker number and combination. I guess he assumed I knew what to do." I said, trying for the sympathetic approach.

Sure enough, it worked. Emily scrambled through her locker, saying, "Uh, I have an extra pair of shorts and a T-shirt. This shirt isn't technically for gym class, but I think they'll let you slide for today."

What, she couldn't have had the right T-shirt? I shouldn't have to make do with this, but whatever. "Oh my God, thank you!" I exclaimed sweetly, examining the shirt. "You rock the block?" What kind of motto was that?

"My swim coach gave it to me for making captain this year." Emily explained, a little proudly.

Why would someone pick her for captain? She was too meek to give instructions. Well, her shoulders were broad enough to make a path through the ocean, let alone a swimming pool, so I guess it made sense.

"Captain? Impressive."

Emily shrugged modestly.

We joked around for a while. Emily laughed at everything I said, and tried to make a few lame jokes, which I forced a laugh at. Finally, I mentioned something about the Time Capsule game. It was what had made them come to my backyard that day, which had enabled Courtney to step out the door, into her new life and leave me to fall back into her wrecked one.

Emily looked uncomfortable at the mention of it. "It's just a stupid game." She muttered.

My iPhone beeped. It was an email that said, Hey, Courtney! I completely understand how rough this whole thing has been for you, and I, as well as the rest of the CNN newscast, are willing and prepared to listen. Call us up if you want to talk! –Ashlee, CNN reporter

Ugh. As much as I enjoyed all the attention, this was getting in the way of my plans. They should at least pay me, perhaps with tickets to the Diane Von Furstenberg fashion show this weekend…and then a wonderful idea came to me, an idea about how to mess Hanna's life up a little more.

I told Emily that it was CNN, but that I'd rather talk to her. I asked if they were with my sister the night that I killed her, although I substituted Billy's name for mine.

"It's so scary. To think that he killed Jenna Cavanaugh and Ian. And he sent you all those awful notes." Oh, it was so fun to pin my murders and A notes on someone else!

"Wait a minute." Emily said suddenly. "Billy sent me a picture of Ali, Jenna, and a blond girl. I thought it was Naomi Zeigler—but it was you, wasn't it?"

I remembered sending that to her. I liked to watch them squirm to connect the puzzle when they were too dim-witted to even pick up the pieces. "Probably. I met Jenna during my one visit here. She was the only person in Rosewood who knew about me." Which is why I had to kill her, I finished the sentence in my head.

I was brought out of my reverie by the stupid gym teacher banging on the door. Apologizing for being a downer, I asked if we could hang out after school tomorrow. Emily nearly fell over herself inviting me over. Jeez, was she really that in love with me already?

I decided that, just for my entertainment, I would tease her a little bit more. While she was tying her shoelace, I slowly pulled off my shirt and cleared my throat. Emily looked up and gasped.

Her eyes traveled down to my bra. My boobs, thank God, were bigger than Courtney's, and Emily clearly noticed. I arched my eyebrow and smiled coyly. Emily looked as though she was about to melt. It disgusted me, but at the same time, made me want to laugh.

Slowly, I winked. She looked speechless. Quickly, I pulled a shirt on and flounced out the door.

Emily had fallen for me, hook, line, and sinker.