AN: and another one


Trish's phone buzzed signaling she had a text. She put it off for a couple of minutes when she got another one, "alright I'm going I'm going." She picked it up and it read 'Freckles'. Dez. She saw the text:

How's the plan going so far?

Trish sighed. Having a secret plan was so exhausting! She had not only single handedly taken Ally's book but also put it back exactly where it had been so Ally would not suspect a thing. She had figured out – as she had hoped—that Ally did have a crush on Austin but was too scared to tell anyone because she thought Austin didn't like her.

She texted Dez who suggested they have secret names for each other which she accepted reluctantly. His was Freckles while her's was Curly. She told him to tell Austin that Ally felt the same way about him and Dez and Austin quickly came up with an amazing plan for Austin to talk to Ally. She also had to make sure that Ally got the part of Gabriella Montez and told that drama teacher (what was her name? Cantaloupe?) That she misheard Ally and that she would love to be in the play.

The she was also worried about the bitch ho was hunting Ally down and tried hard constantly to hold back her anger. She typed the hasty reply:

Fine Freckles. What do you want? I have home work to do?!

Trish was going to put her phone down when it rang once again! She was tempted to fling the phone and brake it but she held back:

Oh well I just thought you'd like o know that Pancakes and Pickles are now dating!

He also insisted on giving Austin and Ally nicknames though they weren't directly involved. She got excited as her brain processed what she had just read. Everything was going according to plan! So far…. What could go wrong?

Oh my gosh! This is great! Anything else?

This time it took Dez a while to answer and she got a bad feeling that what ever it was that was holding him back was not good news.

Well…I got a text ad well… I think you might want to see this.

It took a while longer and Trish kept getting nervous. Then her phone rang again and her fears were confirmed. It was a picture of "Ally" top naked and with some guy who was in his mid twenties with his hands over her chest and giving her one heck of a hicky, but on closer inspection she realized that the skin color changed quite a bit on the neck and she realized it was a fake.

What the hell! Who sent you that picture?

Dez quickly typed back:

I didn't know at first but when I traced the number…it lead to… Cassidy Miller.

If steam could come out of people's ears the fire alarm would be going off in Trish's room. She was so mad she was seething! Oh she had it coming to her, that slut was going to WISH that she was being burnt alive.