A/N/: Hola guys! I worked extra hard on this chapter, so I hope you review and enjoy. This chapter, a new A suspect is discovered, Hanna continues to be the biggest Spemily shipper, and there is a possible kiss. I have a question for you guys, I'm going to reveal A to the readers first, and then the girls in later chapters. So, do you want to know in 1 or 2 chapters? Tell me in the comments. Bye!
"So, what does all of this mean? Who the heck is Courtney Drake?" Aria said sharply, her eyes looked tinged with weariness. Everything A or A team related exhausted her to no end. The clock read four o'seven but it felt like midnight already.
"From the looks of it, Cece's sister. Or should I say, another devil's spawn." Spencer spouted. There was another Cece Drake running around, at least that could explain her slightly manic behavior. "According to this file, Courtney Drake lived in Radley for four years, and had only been treated by one doctor, the Brit who never leaves, Wren Kingston." Emily rolled her eyes as Spencer said that, that guy was obviously in some deep A stuff.
"To think both of us feel for his sweet, British lips." Hanna lamented, resting against the dark bed post.
"Can we go to my house and do this, I'm exhausted." Aria stood, her tiny frame slightly shaking. Hanna rose, her teeth nibbling on her bubblegum pink lips. As Emily began to stand, Spencer put a hand on her arm, her eyes saying stick around.
"Em and I will catch up in a few minutes." Confused as the blonde and brunette left the room, Emily crouched by her friends side.
"What is it, Spence?" She wondered, still skimming over the pages, there was still nothing of interest in this file. Just puzzlings medical jargon like "flight risk" and "level four confinement".
"It's Ezra, we have to do something. There's no vanilla, non nefarious reason that he's paying Cece any kind of money." Emily bobbed her head in agreement.
"Well then, let's get to the bottom of it. We need to go to the source, if Aria and Hanna wonder where we are, we'll just say we went to lunch." Caught in the moment, she winked at Spencer, realizing exactly what she was doing. The other girl's eyes darted down, and her cheeks grew dark.
Shaking her head, Spencer began to walk out of the mess of a room, and glanced back at Emily. "Less time for flirting, more time for breaking and entering in Rosewood High."
The halls of Rosewood High felt peculiar, as Emily and Spencer raced to 's classroom. Everything was empty and lonely, not even Harold the scary janitor was there. Spencer was secretly thankful for that. "Room 203, here we are." They anxiously stood at their now very sketchy English teachers door, Emily jiggled the knob in her hand. "Do you think you can work your Hastings lockpicking magic?"
"That's not even a question." In the blink of an eye, Spencer had jammed a skinny, glimmering paper clip into the golden knob, and had it turning. "Never doubt the things I can do when bored, and surrounded by school supplies." Ezra, or , had a very organized and unnaturally clean classroom. All the bland desks were lined up in rows of three, his chalkboard, as outdated as it was, was sparkling in the sun.
"So we're just looking for anything that could incriminate Fitz, pay stubs, creepy letters, the whole nine." Spencer knew that Ezra, the rich to rags boy that he was, didn't have anything hidden in plain sight. Emily yanked on the drawers of his desk, yet all they were filled with pens and loose sheets of paper. She held one of the pens in her tan palm, examining the small, white lettering.
"Did you ever think that it was weird that Ezra is allegedly a Fitzgerald, and he only had enough money to go to Hollis?" She crinkled her nose, feeling her stomach churn. Since Spencer hadn't answered, Emily looked behind her and saw the amazing sight of her friend pounded a filing cabinet with her bony shoulders. "Do you need help with that?" She marched over to the dusty filing cabinet, and gently pushed Spencer to the side. The olive haired girl took off her black, high heel and mercilessly attacked the metal cupboard. After just three whacks, it burst open. Files with many of their classmates names were laying on the floor, essays and medical records were everywhere. Yet Emily spotted something unusual in the wreckage, a hardcover, very feminine purple notebook. She clutched it in her hands, a familiar ache in her chest, it was Alison's.
"Em, is that what I think.. what I think it could be?" Like a robin trying desperately not to shatter the glass window of a vulnerable house, she made her way to her shaking friend. "Why would he have this?" Spencer cradled Emily's shoulders in her hands, and took the notebook into her own hands. Suddenly, the bone chilling sound of a gunshot rang out loudly, and they both flinched in fear. A pounding filled the hallway outside, and Emily caught a glance of thick, black combat boots.
"Spence, run! Go to the window, or any other door in this place." Gripping the journal in her hands, she and Spencer dashed to the high windowsill. Emily slammed the lock on the bottom of the window, while Spencer tried to pry it open. The footsteps got closer, and much heavier. "C'mon, open!" The lock just wasn't working, so in a fit of absolute terror, Emily grabbed one of the small desk chairs and threw it against the window. Glass shattering in its wake, Spencer pushed her head through the now broken glass, it was about a five foot jump.
"Em, you go first, just to be safe. Take the diary with you." Yet the girl holding the lavender journal shook her head, if anyone could fight off A the best, it'd be her.
"No, you go. I'll go right after you and take what we need." Emily knew Spencer wouldn't willing go first, so she gently nudged her halfway out of the window. Taking a deep breath, Spencer lowered herself at least partly through the window, her legs dangling precariously. Looking back at a shivering Emily, Spencer jumped. Spring air filled her lungs as her body crumpled onto an island of patchy grass. Her arms and chest burned as she rolled onto her back, as Spencer gave her friend a weak thumbs up. The moment that happened, Emily propelled herself out as well, yet masterfully landing on her knees. In her jacket pocket, was Ali's journal. "We need to go." In a few moments, both of the girls were in Spencer's car, furiously pulling away.
"So you guys went genuinely James Bond on that window, I have to applaud." Caleb remarked, wrapping his arms around Hanna's shoulders. The girls always appreciated how he was always there for their friend, she out of all of them, had found someone worth sticking around.
"Yep, it was all Emily though. She busted through that window like it was nothing." Spencer remarked, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder. Emily smirked back at Spencer, feeling her stomach tingle.
"Sorry to interrupt all this happiness, but we're going to have to break the news to Aria that is actually A." Hanna cringed as she said this, her eyes nervously staring at the door, waiting for Aria's arrival.
"Let's wait for her in the living room, I think it'd be easier to not have her be all shiny and positive when we break it to her. " Caleb and Hanna left the room, hand in hand. Spencer felt a pang of some unknown feeling in her chest as this happened, if only she was able to do that with the person she loved.
"Em, can I ask you a serious question?" Her heart was pounding like a belligerent thunderstorm as she asked this.
"Of course." Emily's eyes were stoic, and full of concern.
"What would have happened yesterday if Toby and Hanna hadn't showed up?" Spencer rested her head on her knuckle, looking pensively at Emily, in fear of the response.
"Well, I probably would of held your hand like this," she reached for her friend's hand, rubbing tiny circles on it. "Then I would of stared at you, at all your vulnerability and beauty, like always, and.. I would of kissed you." Emily's breath hitched as she pressed her forehead to Spencer's, cupping her cheek. They looked at each other with kind eyes, and Emily made the first real move. She moved inches from the intelligent girls face, their noses lightly touching. Spencer licked her lips in nervous anticipation, her palms sweating. Like magic, the swimmers lips brushed against her's, and just as something real was about to transpire, Hanna and Caleb came racing in.
"Guys, Aria has arrived," Hanna said at first before she caught a glance of her friends, in a not so friendly position. She blushed and looked up again, "sorry, this is kind of an emergency." Emily, face flushed, stood up awkwardly and brushed her hands on her jeans, waltzing into the living room. Spencer, in a slight state of shock, was slower to get up, and as she walked, Hanna stopped her. "Was that what I thought it was?" Spencer shook her head, she definitely thought it was, but didn't want the blonde getting any ideas. Aria sat casually on the couch, her electric pink and black silk blouse wrinkled at her odd sitting stance.
"Are we having another "Cece is A" meeting, because if we are, I think I'll need a refreshment to sit through all the twists and turns." The oblivious girl was acting lighthearted and playful, she had no idea of the news to come.
"Aria, there's no easy way to say this, we-" Emily calmly stated, before Hanna's blunt interruption.
"We think Ezra's A…"
Truthfully, things couldn't have been going better in A's twisted mind. The girls had been led down the wrong path, for the hundredth time. Ezra was just a rich boy pretending to be poor who'd fallen in love in not one, but two not so innocent teenager girls. Cece couldn't be A either, for the shock of the double life her twin had led was taking too much of an emotional toll for her manipulative soul to handle. The true A, as they framed a black and white photo they had taken of Spencer and Emily frightfully leaving the classroom and another of a young Alison playing hide and seek with Hanna, would shake everyone to their core. Uber A, was there from the beginning, yet for obvious reasons, would never be suspected...