A/N: There's always that one chapter that is short and rushed in every fanfic. This is mine. I hope you like! I just overcame writer's block and have tons of ideas! Here goes nothing:


Chapter Nine - Mon"A" , C"A"leb. S"A"me Thing. Right?


Spencer Hastings always followed a hunch. No matter what. So when Alison - Mara's cousin, not her former best friend - said that she's never seen the photo before, she had a hunch.

Mara was defiantly "A", I know it, Spencer thought, walking into the House. She told this to Aria, Hanna, and Emily in the cab, while also making sure the cab driver didn't hear.

"You're not really suggesting Mara's 'A', are you?" Aria asked Spencer in the attic.

"I'm not suggesting she is, I'm saying she is," Spencer retorted. Aria shook her head, and headed down to the girl's floor. There, in the hallway, stood Mara, staring at her phone in horror - as if she's seen a dead person.

"Mara? What's wrong?" Aria asked her. Mara turned around and walked to her, showing her the phone.

"This person keeps on texting me," Mara said, shoving the phone into Aria's hand. "Do you think 'A' is Alison?"

"Alison? As in your cousin?" Aria asked. Spencer landed right next to Aria, as if she appeared out of nowhere.

"No," Mara said. "Alison, as in 'Alison DiLaurentes.'"


Hanna Marin stared at the window, confused about the whole Alison situation. She didn't know how someone can forget one of their photos - one of their themes. She rolled her eyes. That's when she got the text. The text that proved that anything can happen. Her phone beeped and it was from a Blocked-ID:

I bet you're wondering who I am. Well . . . I think you know. . . .

-A

What did that mean? How did Hanna already know? But her mind hit one name and one name only. iMona./i All the answers in just one simple way. But that leaves one huge question: Who is the new A? She knew whoever it was, was working for Mona for sure. But another question was how many 'A's are there? Surely, there was more than just two.

"Mona. . ."

Her phone beeped one more, and she read the text.

Turn around.

-A

That wasn't from a Blocked-ID. Weird. Hanna turned, and gasped aloud.

"Caleb?!" she practically shouted. Caleb stood in front of her, smiling as if it was all a big joke.


To Be Continued. . . . .