A/N: First off, let me say thank you so so so much for all the reviews! Luckily for you (because I had 7 reviews, so I would upload today) I had this chapter all written out yesterday. Now I have to say, school's starting tomorrow, so I might not be able to upload as much as I'd like to. So to keep you from killing me or something, I'm updating this story AND Life After the Letter today! :) I hope Spoby shippers will be happy with these two chapters! Check them all out!

Disclaimer: I don't own PLL, although I wish I did.

Spencer POV

She tried to focus on her Russian History, but she couldn't stop herself from giving her silent phone thousands of looks. She had a terrible feeling about Toby. Spencer knew she saw him this morning and after, well, last night, but something was off. It felt like he was in danger.

But that made no sense. There's no way anyone but Alison-

Alison.

Swearing, she threw her textbook to the floor where it lay open to a page describing how the Czar of Russia executed his victims in the sixteenth century. She was so stupid. Of course this feeling hadn't come out of nowhere, Alison was still alive.

She punched in Toby's number and waited with baited breath. He didn't answer for the longest time, and soon she heard his voicemail come on.

-Hey it's Toby, I'm not here but my phone is, so you can leave me a message after the beep-

Beep.

She threw her phone down on the bed in frustration. She stared at it for a couple of minutes, mentally willing it to ring.

Finally Spencer couldn't take the suspense anymore and threw on a plain white V-neck and black skinny jeans. She grabbed her blue dress jacket off her chair.

Her front door swung closed behind her as she made her way to her car. Pulling her keys from her pocket she clicked the button over and over, but nothing happened.

"Shit." She muttered as she stepped forward to try to fit the actual key in the side of the door, but there was no reaction either.

She would have to walk.

Or run,- she thought. If her feeling was right, that would mean that if she didn't get there fast enough, there would a heartbreaking discovery at the Cavannaugh's.

When she arrived at the beige-sided house, she saw the main door wide open and a heavy pit formed in her stomach.

Creeping closer, Spencer heard voices from the main hallway, extremely hostile to each other. Toby was still alive!- she thought, rushing inside of the house.

Without a doubt, the person not facing her was Alison. No one else could pull off a unisex hoodie and sweatpants as fashionable, even from the back.

"Why were you and Jenna fighting earlier?" Toby asked. "And why did you tell me to ignore Spencer's call?"

"Because Spencer can't know I'm here!" Alison shot back, pulling down her hoodie and shaking her blonde locks out.

"And Jenna?" Toby asked stiffly as Spencer crept closer.

"None of your business, weirdo!" Alison spoke sharply. "My rules are what I came here to discuss."

Spencer felt anger boiling in her chest. Here was Alison, a year later, still trying to control the game. Well,- she thought,-Alison forfeited the right to even play when she faked her death.

Taking out her phone, Spencer tapped off a reply to A's previous text yesterday. She had a sneaky feeling about this hunch, but she wanted to have solid proof.

Her suspicions were confirmed when Alison drew out a nondescript black phone from her pocket, and read her message out loud.

-There are some other people who know exactly what YOU'RE doing too, bitch.

-S

Alison laughed afterwards as Toby stood there, confused. "You know, I think the 'A' was a little more creative, Spence."

So she knew Spencer was there. But all Spencer could think of was the one phrase.

Alison was A.

Alison is A.

Alison is A and I'm standing two feet away from her... Why am I not running?

That's right. Toby.

Alison turned to face Spencer in the dimly lit hallway. The TV blared in the background as the two girls faced off, on even footing for the first time.

"I knew it." Spencer hissed. "No one else could be that bitchy and overcontrolling."

The blonde just laughed. "Interesting choice of words, Hastings."

"Why?" Spencer asked. "Why did you get a kick out of torturing your friends?"

"Friends?" Alison asked, laughing. "My real friends were Mona and Jenna, and they knew all along. Not like you losers."

"Real friends?" Toby said at the same time Spencer asked furiously. "What?"

"You idiots were just along for the ride until I could be fake missing and then the real fun began." Alison's blue eyes smirked and she cackled. "I set you guys up from the start!"

Spencer heard another laugh coming from the TV room. Jenna was watching them, her dark sunglasses more unsettling than ever.

"Sorry." She said, not sorry at all. "I can't decide which situation is funnier, the TV or the look on your face, Spencer."

"Jenna? What the hell?" Toby snapped, angry and confused.

Spencer would have jumped either girl in the next minute if Toby's parents had burst through the door drunkenly.

"Sorrrrryy kiddiess." Toby's dad slurred drunkenly. "Apparently youu're not allowed ta get the bouuncerr drrunk even if he wanteed 'em. Keep havin fun dowwn heerre."

Toby lowered his head, embarrassed as his dad stumbled. But his dad went up the stairs with his stepmother, both of them giggling.

"This isn't over." Alison hissed into Spencer's ear. "You're my new target, Spencer. And I never miss."

She made it halfway out of the door before she turned and added. "Ask Emily." And she was gone, leaving two very confused teenagers and one with an evil, knowing smirk on her face.

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More to come: where poor Emily is trying to escape from, and the return of a very suspicious character! Stay tuned and R+R! ;)