I am quite brilliant, aren't I?
I mean, stalking people? That's easy. You follow them around, sneaking behind their backs, finding out their secrets before they even realize anyone's watching them. No problem.
But sending myself text messages? That was a stroke of brilliance I could never have predicted when I first began this escapade. But really, how else was I supposed to get those paranoid little liars to take me in? Make me part of their circle? Let me know exactly what they thought and planned involving A? Stalking can only get you so far.
That's why crimes with an inside man almost always succeed. You just learn so much more that way.
It's going to suck to be the girls when they find out the truth. I mean, me? Mona? The bitch of Rosewood Day? Aria and Emily, they probably won't care as much. I mean, who am I to them except the queen of the school? But to Spencer, who's becoming oh-so-fond of me? And Hanna, my BFFFFFF? They'll be devastated. Spencer will be so betrayed, she'll probably rearrange her entire room, putting everything into alphabetical order (and then chronological order of when she got them, then numerical order of how much it cost, and you get my point). Hanna will be torn apart. Oh, she'll come back on her feet all right, she'll lash out and try to tear me down. And since we know each other so well, we'll know exactly the right ways to destroy one another. It will be like the fourth of July.
Then again, that's even if I let them find out the truth. I'm having way too much fun as it is, messing with their heads, discovering more of their secrets, devastating their lives. Who'd want to give that up?
Not it.
-A
