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The four of them had sauntered into The Brew as usual after school. As the door opened and fresh air blew in around them, it carried each of their respective fragrances towards her, announcing their individual characters. Usually all four amalgamated into one sickly sweet, nauseating blend. Today however, one stood out more than usual, one pricked her senses in a way that it hadn't before. As Emily Fields passed by her, there was a new, underlying tone of musky sexuality that caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up and quiver. Her mouth watered without warning. Strange. She raised her cup of steaming hot, frothy coffee to her lips, and sipped delicately as she strained to hear their conversation.

"So why can't we see it then?"

"Look trust me, it's better you don't."

"Yes, but why?"

"Because! Geez Hanna, do I need to give you an explanation for absolutely everything?"

"If you can't show it to us, can you at least tell us what it is then?"

Ah, Spencer the Sensible, Spencer the Smart, always finding a solution to their problems. Jenna sneered ever so slightly as the image of Spencer flashed up in recollection at the back of her brain. Spencer the Snooty was more of an apt description. The girl was all tweed and no trousers, just pure, naked ambition layered thick across a know it all demeanour.

"I don't want to get too graphic, but basically… Look basically, it's a picture of me and Paige outside the Aquatics Center." Silence from her friends. "Together." Still nothing. Emily sighed audibly. "Naked."

"Oh…"

"Wow."

"Really?"

"Well I guess technically only Paige is naked, but still, you know, kind of massively incriminating. Particularly with what I was doing to her."

Jenna frowned. Why the hell was Emily telling her friends about this afternoon? Was this some sort of kink she was into? Some sort of kink they all were into? Had she massively misjudged the group of girls?

"How the hell did A know?"

The penny dropped immediately and Jenna sat back into her chair, listening intently.

"How should I know? How does A know anything that goes on in this town? All I do know is that she, or he, has a picture of me and Paige doing the nasty and they can do anything they want with it. Anything. They could send it to my mother, they could post it around town, they could send it to Paige's family. I'm fucked."

"Have you told Paige yet?"

A pained groan emitted from Emily's direction. "No.

"She's going to go ballistic."

"Yeah thanks for stating the obvious Aria. No, I haven't told her. I don't know how the hell I'm going to. How do you tell someone something like that? Oh, I'm sorry, but hey guess what, some psycho has a picture of you butt naked and in the act and I'm not really too sure what they're going to do with it but you can bet your sweet ass that it won't be good. Yeah, that'll go down like a lead balloon."

Jenna almost felt sorry for Emily. Almost but not quite. She still counted all four girls responsible for what had happened to her. They'd all been Alison's little acolytes, her devoted disciples, following her around and doing whatever she'd told them too like a bunch of lost fucking puppies. So if they got twisted and turned under A's vindictive little thumb? No big deal as far as she was concerned. Let them struggle and squirm. And she had to give A props for this one, it really was as juicy as hell.

"Did the message say you had to tell her?" Spencer once again trying to Sherlock her way out of the situation. Jenna rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.

"No."

"What did it actually say? Can we see without looking at the picture?"

She heard Emily rustle in her bag, obviously pulling out the phone and handing it to one of her friends. "Don't open the attachment," she warned, her voice edged with a slight panic but laced fully with warning.

Spencer read the text out slowly, probably for Hanna's benefit Jenna supposed. "And I wasn't the only one watching. Kisses. A."

Jenna tried not to splutter violently into her coffee, her fingers tightening instantly around the massive cup. She hadn't even thought of that but it made sense. If A had been able to see Emily and Paige, then she would have been in their line of sight too. Clearly in their line of sight. Fuck!

"Shit," Hanna breathed out slowly.

"Who else saw?"

"What?"

Aria repeated herself. "Who else saw? It says that A wasn't the only one. In the text. "I wasn't the only one watching"."

She heard a swift movement that could only have been Emily snatching back her phone. "I didn't even register that bit. I was only thinking about the picture. Who the hell was there? Who the hell was watching us?" Jenna could hear the fear and anger trembling in Emily's voice, that voice that had been so clear and deadly and precise only hours before. The slight memory made Jenna clench the top of her thighs in delight.

"You're going to have to tell Paige." Aria's glum note broke through her daydream. "You don't have a choice. A could do anything with that picture, anything at all. You have to tell her, it's not fair. It's not just you that could get hurt by that, Emily, and you know it."

Poor, poor Paige. A girl who clearly didn't know what to do with a prize like Emily, and who was now going to get a taste of A to boot. Jenna pulled her woollen sweater up around her slender neckline and shivered slightly. What the hell was A up to, and more to the point, why did she have the distinct feeling it might have something to do with her?