I know what you might think; no I am not stalling before Spencer and Mona commit their plan. I promise, it'll get there. There's just some important things that have to happen before that can take place. Sorry for the wait, but it'll be there soon.

Secondly, I don't know if you guys care, but when I type out texting conversations, I do not abbreviate it. I was never a fan of 'texting language', and will consistently use proper grammar in texts. I don't care if Hanna is the one sending it, I have to. It's just a personal thing is all. Sorry if it seems unrealistic.

Thank you for all the kind reviews, I'm glad you guys are excited for some action. Trust me, I am too. It will get there, so in the mean time, thank you for your patience. I'll try not to keep you waiting too long.

Keep Writing!

Reyna15

CHAPTER 14:

"What do you need Mona?" Lucas asked, curious as to what she was hinting at. Mona paused on the other line for a minute before answering.

"This isn't something I can tell you through the phone. Listen, Spencer and I are planning something big tomorrow night. We need your help; are you in?" She asked carefully.

"Yes of course. What is this plan?" He asked.

"Again, I can't talk about it on the phone. Meet us tomorrow night at the kissing rock, and we'll discuss the plan with you." Mona explained.

"Okay, that sounds great." Lucas was slightly worried, he didn't know what idea they formed, but something told him it would be different than the past plans Mona's had.

"Good. Tomorrow, 9:30 sharp."

"Of course. See you then." Lucas stated.

Mona hung up the phone, and turned to Spencer.

"He's in." She grinned. Spencer nodded. They had spent the past hour deciding on the plan, and it was perfect.

"Hey, look it's getting late. I should probably head home. Tomorrow?" Spencer asked, gathering up her things. She was originally going to sleep over, but Mona had opted against that. It would look weird if they got together tomorrow night after sleeping over. This way, it wasn't as suspicious. She hadn't known about the new plans at the time she made the decision, but they were going to hang out tomorrow anyways.

"Sounds perfect. I'll see you then, same time." Mona reminded her. Spencer nodded, and walked downstairs.

"It was a pleasure to have you again Spencer." Mrs. Vanderwaal stepped out of the kitchen to wave Spencer off.

"Thank you ma'am." Spencer nodded her goodbye, and walked out to her car. She drove home, her mind racing with the anticipation of tomorrow. She knew it was sick, twisted even, to be so excited about killing someone. However, she felt no remorse, and knew that in a way, it would be the right thing to do. It would save Melissa, and Emily from possibly getting hurt. It'd save Alison too, but Spencer didn't want to think about that.

When she arrived home, her parents were asleep. They had an early meeting in Philly the next day, and wanted to get as many hours of sleep as possible. Sighing, Spencer set her backpack down and trudged upstairs.

Once in her room, the brunette slipped on her pajamas and climbed into bed; but not before glancing at the barn. The lights were on, and Spencer knew Ian and Melissa were in there. Her heart racing with excitement, Spencer closed her eyes and shut off her lamp. It was going to be a long night.

Mona woke up early the next morning to plan everything out. Her outfit was newly washed, and her gloves were clean of any hairs or DNA that could be left on the victim. She knew Spencer was doing the same thing, and she hoped Lucas would as well. However, the more Mona thought about Lucas, the more she felt weighed down.

Lucas had always been a great partner, but now that Mona had Spencer, he wasn't really needed as much. Sure they needed him here and there for technological things, but other than that, there was nothing. Spencer was more willing to follow Mona in her plans, and she even provided more insight and opinion that Lucas did.

However, Mona ignored her thoughts the best she could. It didn't matter how little he did, they needed him tonight anyways.

Slipping into a blue knee-length dress, Mona walked downstairs for breakfast.

"You're up early." Mrs. Vanderwaal said with a smile, as she slid some scrambled eggs onto Mona's plate.

"Yeah. I want to go ahead and get everything I need for Spencer's tonight. I'm thinking of bringing some snacks for us while we're studying, but I need to run to the store to do so." Mona lied.

"Okay. Well, here's some money for snacks then." Mona's mom handed her a twenty, which Mona accepted gratefully.

"Thanks Mom. I'm going to head out, see you later." She muttered, walking out of the house. Slipping into her car, Mona glanced at her to do list. Twenty dollars sure wasn't going to cover it.

At the Hastings household, Spencer was sitting on her bed, thinking. She knew she had to send it, but it had to be perfect. Sighing, she typed something into her flip phone and sent her message. It was a little harder to too, considering she was sending it to Melissa. However, she knew it was necessary.

Done.

She texted Mona. She knew the brunette was out getting supplies, but figured that she'd want to know. Sure enough, Mona's reply came pretty soon.

What'd you say?

Spencer grinned, and copied the other message, sending it to her.

It's a shame, you even saved the date.

-A

She had also attached a photo of Ian kissing Alison. It wasn't from last night, but the date on the photo proved it was still a ways into their engagement.

Nice. I like it. You're getting better at these.

Spencer smiled at Mona's compliment.

Thanks. I'm going to head downstairs. Both of them are eating breakfast, and I want to see their reactions.

Spencer set her phone down, not awaiting Mona's response. She had to get down there before she missed it. Sliding out of her room, she walked downstairs. Just as Spencer's feet hit the bottom step, she heard Melissa's phone go off. Perfect timing.

"Morning Spence." Melissa waved to her as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Spencer nodded back, and grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge, casually glancing over at her. Spencer felt her heart soar when Melissa's face fell after reading the message.

"W-what?" She stuttered, clearly upset.

"What's wrong honey?" Ian asked, sliding closer to comfort his fiancée. Melissa jumped away from him immediately, hurt and anger clouding her vision.

"YOU CHEATED ON ME!" Melissa screamed. Spencer was glad her parents were away in Philly.

"W-what? I would never cheat on you…" Ian reassured her. However, his trembling hands did little to reassure her.

"Then….then explain this." Melissa growled, shoving the phone in his face. Ian stumble back before reading the message. His face paled.

"Look, honey, it must be photo-shopped-"

"Don't lie to me." Melissa was furious, her petite frame shaking from rage. Ian glanced at her for a while before sighing.

"I'm sorry Melissa." Ian finally gave in. "I just…I couldn't ignore my feelings for her." He muttered.

"Feelings for her?! She's half your age!" Melissa screamed. Ian jumped a little, before looking down.

"It doesn't matter, I love her…" He whispered.

"What did you way?" Melissa took a step closer to him. He looked down at her, growing agitated at the situation.

"I love her okay! I never loved you as much as I loved her." He snapped. Melissa took a step back, hurt flooding her eyes.

"Hey, it's okay…" Spencer walked over to comfort her, but she ran off sobbing into the barn. Spencer turned to Ian, her eyes cold with hatred.

"Get out." She snarled. Ian glanced at her to argue, but decided against it and walked out the front door. Spencer heard his car start up, and she knew he was leaving. Things were going perfect.

Deciding it would be best, she grabbed a carton of ice cream and walked out to the barn. She walked through the open door, and over to her sister, who was sobbing into the couch.

"Here, I thought you might want this." Spencer smiled, setting the carton onto the table. She pulled the spoon out of her pocket and set it down on the table.

Melissa sniffed, and looked up at her. Her eyes were red, and Spencer couldn't help but grow angry. This was all Ian's fault.

"Thank you Spencer. I'm sorry I haven't been the best sister and-"

"Hey, shh. You've been fine. This is just Ian getting into your head." Spencer reassured her. While Spencer would have gladly informed Melissa of the plan, she knew it may end poorly. Besides, she needed Melissa to think she was siding with her.

"That sick bastard, to think he was falling for that bitch during our entire engagement." She broke out sobbing again, and Spencer sighed, sitting next to her.

"It's sick, I know." She muttered. Melissa nodded.

"If he loved her, why did he even propose?" She cried.

Spencer shrugged, although she knew the reason.

"Who knows. Men are weird." She laughed.

Melissa chuckled softly. "Yeah."

Spencer gave her sister a hug before standing up to leave.

"I'll leave you be. Probably want some alone time." She mentioned. Melissa waved her off as she was grabbing for the ice cream.

"Thank Spence."

Spencer nodded, and closed the door behind her. Sighing with relief, she walked back upstairs to her room. Slipping on a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt, she glanced at the time. She still had a few hours before she had to be at Mona's, but Hanna had invited Spencer over to talk about Alison.

Hearing her phone buzz, Spencer picked up the device off the bed.

How'd it go?

Spencer smiled, and sent Mona a response.

Perfect. I'm headed to Hanna's. I'll tell you all the info when I get to your house.

She slid the phone in her pocket, and fixed her hair. Sliding on a pair of converse, she headed downstairs. Melissa was still in the barn, and Ian was hopefully long gone. While they needed him in a certain place for the event, Mona claimed she had a way of drawing him out.

Spencer scribbled a note to Melissa, in case she left the barn. Setting it somewhere she'd find it, she walked out to the driveway.

Spencer stepped into her car, and pulled out her phone.

Sounds good. See you soon.

Slipping her sunglasses on, Spencer set her phone in the passenger seat and drove off.