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November | 26 | 2011 - Off the Calendar
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I peered over my water glass at Ian from across the table. Since the Harvest dance, he had become a regular fixture at my house. My sister hadn't made him exactly work for it, marrying him and getting knocked up all within two months. I cleared my throat.
 
"Ahem, may I be excused?" I asked, forcing a smile towards my parents. They barely looked in my direction. Even though they were over the whole Golden Orchid debacle, Melissa had one upped me yet again with the marriage and baby 2 for 1.
 
My mother waved me away and I pushed away from the table. I lifted my plate and carried it to the kitchen and placed it in the sink. Without another word, I slipped up to my bedroom and grabbed my coat. I tied a scarf around my neck, reached for my keys, and was inside my car before my parents and their favorite child had even left the table.
 
I didn't know where to go, but I just knew I had to get out. I drove my way out of the neighborhood, breathing easier as I put another block between me and my house. Before I knew it, I was parked outside the school. Go figure I'd end up right in the place I tried to stay away from during the day.
 
I turned my engine off and stared towards the brick building. The front lights were casting shadows across the lawn. I suddenly realized how creepy school looked at night. The perfect place for A to creep around, I thought. I shuddered.
 
After a while of some more staring, I decided I should probably get back to my house; I had homework to finish after all. I motioned to turn the key in the ignition when one of the shadows I had been watching intents just moments earlier, shifted into the shape of a human. More specifically, it shifted into the shape of a man, tall with shaggy hair.
 
I squinted to try to get a better look, but I realized that his back was to me and he was making his way to a window in the side of the brick building.
 
"That's the library," I muttered under my breath. "Who would be trying to sneak into the library?"
 
I watched as the shaggy-haired figure pried the window open and hop onto the sill. In an instant he was gone, slipped into the library. I removed my key from the ignition, tucked it into my pocket and opened my car door quietly. I crossed the moist lawn, feeling my feels sinking into the soft earth. I looked around nervously wondering if anyone else was watching.
 
I reached the window, and using the same technique as the shadow, I slipped into the library as well. I Was careful to not make much noise, but it was incredibly dark once i was in the building. I gave my eyes a minute to adjust before I moved away from the window. With one last look over my shoulder at my car far away, but safe in the parking lot, I weaved my way through the stacks of books. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, or why for that matter, but I was still shocked to see that I wasn't too far behind the creeping shadow.
 
He was stopped in front of an air vent, and using a screw driver he had pulled from his pocket to take the grate off. I peered from behind the book shelf as he removed the grate off altogether. He pushed a chair to the wall and climbed up onto it to pull his body into the vent. I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched him completely disappear into the vent.
 
"I guess this is as far as I go." I thought, turning around slowly and making my way back to the window. I was almost there when a heavy hand clasped around my shoulder. I screamed and felt the hand wrap around my mouth instead to stifle my scream. He whipped me around and I lost my voice altogether as I stared into his familiar chocolate eyes. He dropped his hand from my face and tucked both his hands into his pant pockets.
 
"Toby?!?!?!" I finally croaked out.
 
"Hi Spencer," He managed a half smile.
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Read it? [Toby's Back]

† Addison Chloe Fitz
age. seventeen.
grade. junior.
born. 25 April 1994.
hometown. New York City, USA.
magical power. destruction and fire.
biography. Addison Chloe Fitz is your average New Yorker... or is she? Her parents noticed that something was a little off about Addison from an early age and finally decided this year to send her off to a boarding school, Les Filles de Nyx in remote Russia. They hoped that the strict setting would rid Addison of her problems and that she could return to the bustling City a revived and happy teenager. Addison doesn't care much for her parents. They've never really listened to her or taken her seriously. She doesn't really miss much of New York at all aside from the shopping and boys. Addison is a rather intelligent girl, who manifested her boredom in school by wreaking havoc. Her friends find her intriguing, while others question her oddity. She doesn't care either way and remains rather independent for someone which such a fortunate background. She knows that she is special... and not for the reasons Mommy and Daddy insist. There's a different destiny out there for her, and Addison just needs to discover it.
looks. Leighton Meester.
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daily schedule.
7am-8am - breakfast
8am-9am - morning mass
9am-9:50am - (calculus II)
9:50am-1Oam - break
1Oam-1O:5Oam - (French)
1O:5Oam-11:4Oam - (English)
11:4Oam-12:3Opm - (Photography)
12:3Opm-1pm - lunch and break
1pm-2pm - (World History)
2pm-3pm - (Physics)
3pm-3:5Opm - (Russian)
3:5Opm-4:4Opm - (Creative Writing)
4:4Opm-5pm - etiquete classes conducted by headmistress ivashkov
5pm-6pm - afternoon mass
6pm-1Opm - dinner and free time for homework, hanging out, i.e.
all filles must be in bed by 1O:3Opm, when bed checks are conducted.
 
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"So long New York," I muttered watching the City line fade away until all I could see were blue skies and white fluffy clouds. I pulled the shade back down over the tiny window and straightened myself in my first class seat. I had the whole row to myself, my parents not even bothering to see to it that I arrived in Russia in once piece. My mother's crocodile tears at the departure gate had put me on edge and now all I wanted was a vodka on the rocks.
 
The seat belt sign flickered off and the stewardesses finally came down the aisle with their drink cart. When the leggy blonde reached me, i plastered my best New York smile and requested my drink. Upon closer inspection, I realized her blonde locks were fried, fake, and stiff. I tried not to scowl noticeably. Her fingers were adorned with long plastic tips smothered in a neon orange tint that reminded me of a dragon's claw. Her tan, needless to say, matched accordingly.
 
"Hiya Sugar," She drawled in her southern accent. "You know I can't get ya any alcohol on this flight." She smiled sweetly.
 
I pursed my lips and sat up straight in my chair. "You can't or you won't?" I retorted. She raised an eyebrow as I shot her another wicked glare. "I'll take a vodka on the rocks, please." I repeated. This time she stayed mum and handed me a plastic cup with ice cubes and two small bottles of Grey Goose.
 
She moved on to the next row silently and without a look back in my direction. I uncorked the miniature bottle and watched as it splashed across the ice cubes. Taking a big sip, I closed my eyes and finally relaxed back in my chair.
 
I wasn't exactly nervous, but I wasn't exactly pleased either to have been packed up and sent off to Russia to some new boarding school. Why not Europe, I wondered, where there were hundreds of million year old boarding schools with great reputations? Why had my horrid parents chosen this one, Les Filles de Nyx, on its very first year of operating? I sighed and shot back another gulp.
 
Who was this Nyx anyway? My mediocre French teacher had translated the name of the school for me, but I only had more questions now than before. The headmistress looked like a piece of work from what I'd gathered on the website. I chuckled as I recalled the principal from one of my favorite childhood movies, "Matilda". Yes, the headmistress looked a lot like that. Perhaps we could get rid of her with magic too.
 
The plane took a sudden lurch and I struggled to steady my now half-empty glass. I furrowed my brows as I strained to get a look down the aisle towards the pilot's cockpit, but the stewardesses rushing back to their seats were in my way. The fasten seat-belt sign blinked back on and the pilot's voice filled the cabin. "Please remain calm, we've hit a patch of rough weather."
 
Was this some sick joke? I wondered. Knowing my luck, my parents had paid off the airline and this would be my demise. So much for the rouse of boarding school... my parents wanted me dead all along!
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october | 7 | friday |
aren't you totally glad it's friday? well, i am and tonight is our fourth rosewood day home football game... and we won! so in honor of our undefeated team, and since it is harvest month, we are having our sixth annual harvest dance from 8 until 12 am, so come on down to rosewood day and party until the wee hours of the morning!
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I cheered loudly as the score was announced and the football players made their way off the field. Yet another victory for Rosewood Day that everyone would celebrate unnecessarily. The throngs of people sitting in the bleachers began to descend the wobbly stairs and the whole structure started to shift under the weight. I sat, patiently, staring out across the green football field, waiting for my chance to leave.
 
I spotted Melissa several yards away, descending a separate set of bleachers. She had her arm extended, gripping someone obscured by the crowd. I strained and squinted, suddenly needing to see who was helping my sister down the stairs. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the dirty blonde head of hair that belonged to her suitor. I gasped audibly as I recognized him instantly. "Ian?" I gasped, though no one could hear me over the excited chatter that surrounded.
 
I suddenly felt the need to get the hell out of here before I'd have an awkward run in with my sister and her so-I-though ex boyfriend. The same one who had kissed me, none too delicately either, when I was just in the seventh grade.
 
After the whole Wren debacle, for which I was still paying for at home, I couldn't handle another Melissa drama. I pushed and wiggled through, earning quite a few rude looks, until finally I felt the grit of the track under my feet. I took off down the track, moving as quickly as I could towards my car.
 
I unlocked my car and practically threw myself in the front seat, pushing the car into reverse and maneuvering my way out of the parking lot. I had no where to go except home, but with any luck, I would get there before Melissa and Ian and could lock myself away for the evening. I nearly jumped out of my seat when my phone bleeped loudly in my pocket.
 
I wiggled it free and my heart skipped a beat as I took my eyes off the road to see who had texted me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Aria's name flash across my screen.
 
1 New Text From Aria:
"What's wrong? Saw you dart out of the game like a bat out of hell. See you at dance tonight?"
 
I hit reply and paused in thought. The Harvest dance really had slipped my mind, but I had bought a dress for the event.
 
To: Aria
"Everything is fine. See you tonight."
 
I responded, only partially lying.
 
With a new purpose, I was able to plaster a semi-smile on my face. I reached my house and was relieved to notice that I was the only one home. I rushed to my room and started with my hair. Maybe I could even get out of the house before Melissa and Ian even returned.
 
Promptly 37 minutes later, I emerged from my room with my hair done, fresh make-up and my new dress. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror in the entryway as I slipped out the front door.
 
Back in my car, I relaxed enough to turn the radio on and hum pleasantly along. When I arrived at the dance, it was in full swing and couples were already grinding on the dance floor. I rolled my eyes as I spotted Mona pretending to be oh-so wasted while she hooked her arm over some innocent guy's neck.
 
"Hey," Aria greeted as we got in ear shot of each other.
 
"Hey, where's Mr....um, Ezra?" I asked.
 
"Chaperoning..." Aria said c*cking her head in the adults' direction. I detected the twinge of sadness in her voice. I offered her my best sympathetic smile. "Oh well..." She trailed off. "So why did you rush out of the game? We were hoping to catch you before you left to see if we could all ride to the dance together." She explained.
 
"I just... saw a ghost." I said a bit cryptically.
 
"Alli?" Aria gasped.
 
I giggled. "No... a living ghost. Ian Thomas to be exact." I revealed in barely a whisper. I didn't need anyone over hearing this piece of information.
 
Aria's jaw dropped. "Ian Thomas... he's here right now." She warned, gripping my arm tightly. "I saw him and Melissa when I went to say hi to Ezra. They're all chaperoning together!" She said urgently.
 
My stomach dropped and the color drained from my face. "I have to get out of here!" I cried as I gave Aria a quick hug and made a beeline for the door. Go figure, I thought as I finally saw the door, here I was trying to get the hell away from Melissa and Ian.
 
"Spencer!" Melissa called just as I was nearing the exit. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. "Spencer, why are you leaving already?" She called again, cornering me.
 
I don't know why she even bothered asking me any questions because it wasn't like she ever waited to hear my answers.
 
"Well you can't leave yet, I want you to see someone!" She ordered excitedly. She pulled Ian away from the other chaperone he was talking to and thrust him excitedly in my direction. "Ian is back!" she cheered giddily.
 
My eyes widened as Ian and I looked at each other for the first time in ages. "Hi Ian," I said grumbled.
 
"Hey Spencer," He responded with a lopsided grin. Same old perfect smile as always.
 
"What brings you to town?" I asked cordially.
 
"Well," Ian began before Melissa interrupted him.
 
"He's Rosewood Day's new Lacrosse coach!" She erupted, wrapping her arms around his neck. "This is his first official duty as lacrosse coach... chaperoning the Harvest dance." She explained.
 
"Great... excuse me," I responded. I suddenly felt dizzy and light headed and I just needed some air.
 
I pushed through the doors and took a deep breath of the wet night air. This was all just too much. I was still getting over my heartbreak with Wren, my confusion over A, and the whole Golden Orchid thing was eating me inside. The last thing I needed was Ian Thomas to be back in my life.
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Read it? [Under this harvest moon]

september | 16 | friday |
aren't you totally glad it's friday? well, we are and bristol and gaga are hosting a dinner party at their fairly new upper east side penthouse, to welcome monster home, jo into the family, and all the new monsters to new york city! so, enjoy the original monsters reminisce on the good old days and even feel free to put your own stories! it'll be a great night, just like old times.
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“Russell, let’s go!” I shouted, my voice ringing out through the house. “We’re going to be late!” I tapped my heel impatiently against the floor. I set my bag down and decided to go looking for my husband. I found him in front of the mirror, looking over his shoulder at his reflection.
 
“Does my butt look good in these?” He asked doing a squat.
 
“Yes, Russell, your butt looks fabulous in those leather pants.” I said, containing my laughter. “Now, can we go?”
 
With a final look at his leather-clad butt, I tore him away from the floor length mirror and back towards the front door. “We’re definitely going to be late.” I locked the front door and followed Russell out to the car.
 
“Nothing wrong with being fashionably late,” He teased.
 
When we finally reached Gaga and Bristol’s home, the gate was surprisingly closed. We rang the bell, but no one buzzed us in and I whipped out my phone to send Gaga a message. Russell’s hand came into view as he pushed my phone away. “It’s okay love, I’ll just hop this fence and we can surprise the whole lot!” He suggested excitedly.
 
I raised my eyebrow. “Hop the fence, that spiked fence… in your favorite leather pants?” I attempted to pull the second skin Russell had somehow managed to slip in to. His face fell in disappointment as he realized that the leather pants he loved would prevent him from scaling Gaga’s fence and looking like a maniac. “How about I just call her?” I suggested rhetorically as I dialed her number. After the brief phone conversation, Gaga rushed out to let us in.
 
“You should have heard the shenanigans Russell was planning to break into your house,” I called as she approached us. She was smiling, but something was definitely off. “Hi,” I said softly as I pulled her in for a hug. When we parted, I gripped her hands and gave them a squeeze. “You look a bit stressed,” I said worriedly.
 
“Oh, just dinner party jitters,” She shrugged.
 
I scoffed. “Gaga, we have dinner parties all the time… What’s really going on?” I asked.
 
She rolled her eyes, but smiled softly. “Do you have to always be so observant?”
 
“Yes, and uh, what’s going on?” I persisted.
 
Gaga sighed deeply and I gave her hands another reassuring squeeze. “Matty’s here… with Tommy.” She added. My jaw dropped in shock. I hadn’t seen Matty in almost a year except for on TV or in magazines. I had so many questions, but I didn’t want to overwhelm Gaga.
 
I pulled her in for another hug. “It’s okay, we’re here for you,” I said.
 
“Yes, Gaga love, we are always here for you!” Russell shouted, enveloping the two of us into a hug. Gaga laughed and some of the strain disappeared from her face. Russell’s ridiculous grin was hard to resist after all.
 
“Well, let’s get something to eat, huh?” Gaga motioned towards her house and I followed her up the stone pathway to her front door. Russell grabbed my hand, brought it up to his lips, and gave it a kiss. I squeezed his fingers between mine.
 
We entered the dining room and greeted everyone already seated around Gaga’s huge mahogany table. We took our own seats across from Gaga and Bristol, and I caught Matty’s eye. I gave him a shy smile. Shock crossed his face momentarily, but he returned a warm smile and a wink.
 
The waitress Gaga had hired as part of the wait-staff for the night filled our water glasses immediately. I watched the wedge of lemon float to the top of the water before I took a sip. I glanced at Russell, but he was deep in conversation with Baby about the upcoming Fame Crew Tour. He had her cracking up about nothing in particular. Everyone seemed to be deep in conversation; friendly chatter surrounded me, but none of it was aimed towards me. The table was a mix of old and new, every seat was taken and everyone was getting along. I was deep in thought about the absurdity of it all.
 
“Willow… Willow!” Russell nudged me and I stirred from my thoughts. I shot him a questioning look. Gaga raised an eyebrow in my direction. Russell c*cked his head in the direction of the waitress who was attempting to place a plate of salad in front of me.
 
“Oh! Sorry,” I leaned back from the table. Once everyone had been served, I plucked my salad fork from the table and spiked some lettuce and hard-boiled egg. Careful not to spill salad dressing on my clothes, I lifted the fork to my mouth. It was then that I noticed that Russell had been watching me the entire time. “Yes?” I asked. He shrugged but the confused look did not leave his face. “It’s really good, try some!” I urged.
 
Gaga laughed as Russell did what he was told. “I love that laugh,” Bristol announced randomly. Gaga looked in her direction and placed her fork down on the table. They shot each other loving looks. Bristol leaned in to peck Gaga on the lips and the table erupted in catcalls and sweet sighs.
 
Russell took it upon himself to grab my face, squishing my cheeks to plant a big wet kiss on my own lips. I started to laugh and everyone joined in when his lips puckered against my teeth. When he finally released me, he announced, “And that is how it’s done!”
 
“You guys are so weird!” Bristol exclaimed. She turned to Gaga and repeated, “Our friends are so weird!” Everyone could hardly contain themselves when we heard the doorbell ring followed by a heavy knock.
 
I shot Gaga a curious look after I’d surveyed the room. “Everyone’s here. Were you expecting anyone else?” I asked.
 
She shook her head and pushed away from the table to get up from her chair. She excused herself and disappeared down the hall. Several minutes later she returned. I noticed the raven-haired girl trailing her in her electric purple heels. She had matching feathers in her hair. Gaga shot me a look of horror as recognition set in. “Katherine?!?!” I chocked out. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her.
 
She popped her chewing gum loudly before shooting me a wide grin. “Hey Sis, long time no see. What’s new?” She stuck out her hip and raised an eyebrow expectedly.
 
I couldn’t even answer my baby sister.
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september | 9 | friday |
everyone's getting together in new york city tonight for a little dinner, to welcome everyone into the city, and to welcome the old fame monsters back to town. we'll be meeting at tavern on the green at eight and we'll be in the room reserved for germanotta. also, the new germanotta is being introduced to the world today.
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I was still gaping in shock as Jo Calderone-Germanotta took his seat between his mother and father. He looked familiar but I couldn't decide if that was because he resembled Gaga or because he had dated her ever so briefly once upon a time. I shuddered at the thought.
 
"Willow right?" He asked in his heavy accent looking over at me from across the table. I extended my hand and nodded.
 
"Nice to meet you Jo, this is my husband Russell," I introduced the two.
 
"How you doing?" He asked, sliding a cigarette from behind his ear and in between his lips.
 
"Jo, honey, you can't light up in here," Cynthia warned, placing a hand on his arm.
 
"Says who Ma?" He replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
 
I caught Gaga's eye as he proceeded to blow billows of smoke above our heads. "You two really are related." I commented and Gaga grinned excitedly. With everything that had happened this past year, it was good to just have a casual dinner again, with minimal stress.
 
I eyed the new-comers making up a good portion of our table. Cynthia had decided to extend the fame crew and build our brand as she had put it. I didn't quite know hot to feel about the whole thing. On one hand, it was a good business move, but the Fame Crew had been my family for years and it was hard to incorporate so many new faces. Gaga and I had worked our asses off to build the Fame Crew and this newbies were just walking in and taking credit for everything we'd fought for. I scowled subconsciously.
 
"Whoa there Killer, what are you glaring at?" Bristol asked with raised eyebrow and a playful smile. I snapped out of it and managed a smile for her.
 
"Oh nothing," I waved her off and waited patiently as the waitress refilled my water glass. I sipped from it gratefully, glad for a few moments of silence.
 
I heard a loud laugh explode from the other end of the table. I glanced in the direction of raven-haired petite girl. It was amazing that such a sound could come from someone so small. She caught me looking in her direction and her eyes widened. "Sorry!" She called giggling behind her hand.
 
"It's ok," I yelled back over the roar in the room, which was steadily growing as more and more people filled the place. "I'm Willow," I introduced myself.
 
"I know that!" She smiled. "They call me Baby." She replied.
 
"Nice to meet you, Baby," I began, preparing to make small talk.
 
Instead, Cynthia interrupted me with one of her announcements. "Ladies and gents," She waited momentarily for everyone to quiet down. "I'd like to have our newest members of the Fame Crew perform a little tribute to our founding Fame Crew members!"
 
"This ought to be good," Gaga muttered.
 
"Oh shush!" Bristol slapped at Gaga's hand and we all laughed.
 
I watched as Baby and the others laughed nervously and got up from the table to go up on the small stage taking up the other half of the private room we had all to ourselves for the evening. I was glad that at least most of them seemed cool. Hopefully they could kick ass on stage too.
 
We turned our chairs to face the direction of the stage and I gave Russell's hand a squeeze. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
 
"Better... it was good to come out tonight. Thanks for convincing me." I whispered. I leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. "I love you, Russell."
 
"I love you too... I hope you always know that." He responded. I nodded. With everything that had been going on with me, it was sometimes hard to remember that I did have people who supported me and loved me unconditionally. I would have to do a better job of remembering that in the future.
 
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{Read it? What is this that I'm feeling for the first time}

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september | 6 | tuesday |
school was the same today, boring as ever, and our little hanna-kins is still in the hospital - but she just woke up. after rosewood day is out of session, head to the hospital to see hanna as she comes out of her coma for the first time!
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"Where is Aria?" Emily whispered urgently in my ear.
 
I shuddered as her hot breath hit my neck. I turned and looked at her. "I don't know, I sent her a text but she didn't respond." I informed Emily a bit annoyed. Since I had received the news about Hanna waking up, I had wanted nothing but to get the four of us together again to discuss what had happened the night of her accident.
 
I suddenly lurched forward and dropped my handbag. I whipped around to watch doctors push a patient through the throngs of news anchors, Rosewood Day students, and other general fame seekers that had crowded the waiting room. People were spilling into the hallways and as doctors tried to tend to their duties, people began the shoving and pushing. A flood of relief washed over me as I spotted Aria's jet black-almost-blue mane moving quickly through the crowd. When she reached us, I realized that Mr. Fitz had joined her, and had in fact, followed her to our growing group. I glared momentarily in his direction and even shot an evil look in Mona's direction too. There were just too many extras milling about; we'd never figure anything out.
 
"Girls!" I heard Mrs. Marin shout from Hanna's room. I watched as her delicate wrist and skinny fingers waved us closer. I grabbed Aria's hand and pulled her behind me. Emily followed closely behind until finally just the three of us were outside the door. "This has become a madhouse, hasn't it?" Mrs. Marin said a bit excitedly as she fluffed her hair and plastered a smile for the cameras. Aria and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes.
 
When we were finally inside, we moved towards Hanna's bed and took the seats around her. I eyed her heart monitor and watched it beep steadily for several beats before I spoke up. "How you feeling Han?" I asked looking over at her.
 
"Fine," She shrugged. "Did I miss Mona's party?" Her eyebrows knitted together in a concerned V.
 
Emily grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Yeah, Hanna, that was a few weeks ago." She said softly.
 
"Don't worry we'll catch you up," Aria reassured her with a soft smile.
 
I smiled tightly, feeling like I was about to burst. "Look, Hanna, we need to know what you were going to tell us that night. You texted us, begging to meet you because you knew who A was and I think we're all dying to know what you were going to tell us!" I said in one hurried breath.
 
A look of absolute shock flashed across Hanna's face. "I said that?" She exclaimed, suddenly losing color in her face and sitting straight up. "I don't remember any of it!" She gasped again as her eyes darted from me to Emily to Aria and back to me. Emily dropped her hand and covered her own mouth.
 
"What does this mean?" Emily whimpered.
 
"It means we're back to square one," I responded quietly. I rose from the chair and walked to the opposite wall, turning my back on my friends. I had felt so close to the truth and I didn't want my friends to see the disappointment that had consumed me. I crossed my arms and squeezed my eyes shut. When I finally turned back to face my friends, Aria was standing up, facing me with her arms outstretched to catch me in a hug. As soon as I took a step in her direction, Hanna's door opened again and Mona peeked in.
 
"Hey Bitches!" Mona cheered, thrusting a bouquet of pink flowers in Hanna's direction. "Hannakins, I'm so glad you're back on the scene! You've missed so much, but no worries, I got your back girl!" She turned to glare at Aria and me. "Sorry girls, but Hanna and I have some stuff to discuss... in private. Kay thanks!" She smiled fakely and turned back to Hanna, ignoring us completely.
 
Hanna shot us a confused look, clearly unsettled about our brief conversation, but she didn't know what else to do. Aria, Emily and I said our good-byes and each gave her a hug.
 
"We'll talk later," I promised as I closed the door behind me. The cameras and crowds still lingered in the waiting room, but we managed to avoid them as we headed towards the parking lot. Mr. Fitz was leaning up against his car and Aria began to walk in his direction
 
"I guess we'll talk later," She parroted me with a shrug. I agreed with a tight smile, feeling even more unsure than I had before Hanna had woken up. I nodded in Mr. Fitz's direction as the two of them climbed into his car.
 
I turned to Emily, but she was nearly in tears. "You ok?" I asked. She shook her head no. "Look Em, we'll figure it out... things will be ok." I comforted her. I placed my hand on her back and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
 
"Thanks, Spence. I should go." She responded with a sniff. We hugged and I watched as she unlocked her bike from the rack and rode away.
 
I opened my car door and threw my purse inside getting ready to head home when I heard my name being called. I turned and scanned the parking lot looking for who was calling my name. I expected to see another reporter or maybe a friend from school, but I gasped in shock when I saw Wren standing outside of his BMW. He waved awkwardly and locked his car before walking across the lot towards my car.
 
"Hello again," He said cheerily.
 
"Hi Wren," I responded quietly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. I crossed my arms across my chest protectively. "Getting to work?" I asked, making small talk.
 
"Actually, no. I'm off the clock for the next 10 hours as luck would have it. I was going to head home for a nap, but maybe you'd like to grab a coffee?" He asked, grinning easily.
 
"Oh... I don't know Wren..." I began.
 
"Oh, come on. My treat... maybe some lunch too if you'd like?" He offered. I gave in and agreed. He ran back across the parking lot to his car and motioned for me to follow him.
 
"What am I doing?" I muttered once I was alone in my car, but I turned my key in the ignition all the same. Once we were at the coffee shop, Wren motioned to a small table nestled between two over-stuffed chairs in the corner. The barrista took our order and we took a seat at the table. I stayed quiet as Wren rambled about work, mentioning Hanna every once in a while.
 
"So I guess what I'd really like to talk about," Wren began, piquing my interest. I looked him in the eye for the first time since, urging him to continue. "Well I was hoping I could take you on a proper... date?" He asked.
 
My eyebrows rose in surprise. "A date?" I repeated. A small smile played on my lips.
 
Wren smiled broadly. "Well yeah, of course. Melissa and I are done and I know your parents disapprove, but maybe I could pick you up at a friend's or... I don't know. We can figure it out. But yeah, a date?" He asked again.
 
I laughed for the first time in a while and clasped my hand over my mouth. "A proper date it is then," I agreed, parroting his British accent. I knew that I should have cared about Melissa in all this, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
 
Some time later, after our coffee had been drunk and our food eaten, even the crumbs, we said our good-byes, this time with a hug. He pulled me in and I nestled my head against his shoulder, covered in the blue scrubs that all the doctors at Rosewood Memorial wore. It felt all so surreal.
 
"I'll see you Friday... for our date." I finished hesitantly. I took a big breath and headed home, high from that love feeling that was bubbling in the pit of my stomach once again.
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