Chapter 5
(the next day at school)
As Spencer hurried through the halls to her next class, she noticed two girls huddled together over a cell phone, whispering very quietly to each other. One girl glanced up and gave Spencer a warm smile, almost friendly even. Spencer visibly flinched, clearly tense and wondering why the girl would smile at her when typically, they had nothing to do with each other. No doubt this girl was affiliated with A-she then returned her attention to the cell phone in the other girl's hand, pointing at something on the screen. The first girl shook her head, laughing and tossing her long hair. By now, the girls knew, Spencer would be beyond tense and possibly ready to strike-which was why they had to get in first and step up the campaign to strike her before she could strike them. Unbeknown to Spencer, however, they had the advantage of a little camera planted in her bedroom-no bigger than a pinhead, yet able to record every move she made. And with that in mind, they continued to watch the footage to pick out a highlight.
At the same time, Hanna was freaking out over this stalker. Last night she had dreamed she was being chased by wolves-wolves that were vastly bigger and stronger than her, with evil-looking eyes and huge white teeth that gleamed-and as a result had got up and done some google-searching in a vain bid to try and figure out who this person was. Every search she entered, however, turned up nothing. And in the morning came another message-Stop searching and digging for answers-A which was quickly followed by Or else. This dioabolical person seemed to know everything she was doing, thinking about doing or even where or why she was doing it. And in what seemed typical A-style, they knew it hours before she did. Which, she supposed, was the whole point. Maybe if she met up with the others, they could try and figure it out together. Already starting to feel a little better, she pulled out her BlackBerry and texted the others to meet her so they could discuss this A person.
What she didn't know was that of course A was watching her and tracking her texts.
A slid the cell phone noiselessly out of her bag and fired off a quick text to her mentor. They're planning to meet up to discuss the A thing. Should we follow? It would be a great opportunity to let them know all at once that we don't plan on going away or being found out any time soon. Almost instantly a messeage came back: You're right. Meet me outside the school as soon as the final bell goes. You know what to bring. A dropped her things into her bag and walked off, sharp high heels stabbing the ground fiercely, creating a sound which clearly startled Hanna. A eased off and walked calmly, remembering that she was not to draw any extra attention to herself.