The Unknown DiLaurentis

Pain can be a bitch

~Chloe~

Okay, so ends up Alison wasn't kidding about leaving me at school. After I had walked around the school a few times and practiced opening my locker, I went out to the parking lot and I didn't find Alison's car anywhere.

I called her after spending five minutes looking for her car, until she told me she left and wasn't coming back. Like before, I actually thought she was bluffing but after sitting on the concrete bench for fifteen minutes. I knew she wasn't coming back.

Once I figured out what was happened, and I knew she wasn't coming back, I started to walk home. Which turned out to be the longest walk of my life. Half way home, I stopped at this place called The Brew that was packed with cars.

When I entered The Brew, it looked really nice and regular hangout spot. One part of the place was just tables and barstools, while there was a small little box-in area. In the box-in area, there was couches and four girls sitting on the couches. By the time I noticed who they were, the girls were already coming up to me.

"Shit." I whispered under my breath.

Spencer crossed her arms, "Alright, who are you and how to you know Alison and her sister. Oh, and the part were you said we're sister. I have never seen you in my life."

"Uh, I'm not allowed to talk to strangers." I answered being the first thing that came to mind. I tried to walk turn around to leave, but the blond girl got in my way. Next I went to the left, but the black hair girl was in my way. Finally I went the other way, but Emily was in my way. I sighed, and I knew I was box-in.

I turned around and looked at Spencer, "Look, I was saying things I didn't know. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get home." Suddenly one of the girls grabbed my bag, and pulled it off my shoulder. Now do you see why I hate purses as a backpack? People can easy ripped them away from you! "Hey, what the hell!"

I glanced at the blond, who indeed had my bag, and she was looking through my bag until she find my schedule. I crossed my arms, just great. "Right here it says Chloe DiLaurentis." She looked over at Emily. "Em, can you remind me what is Alison last name again?"

Emily smirked and looked down at me, "DiLaurentis."

Suddenly my phone went off and I was about to fish it out of my back pocket, but that blond bitch took that too. She smirked, and read the message out loud. "Oh, listen to this. Chloe- Either hurry your ass up or..." The blond stopped talking and continued to read the message to herself.

Her eyes widen, "Guys, look." All four of the girls huddled around the phone.

After all of them read the text, they looked at me. "What the hell does Alison mean she won't tell us the truth?" The black hair girl asked.

I placed my hands around the back of my head and sighed in frustration. "Look, just give my stuff and let me go home. If I don't let Alison have her way, she won't help Courtney. You four need to know what really happened when you were in seventh grade."

All four of them looked at each other, shocked, even confused. I held out my hand, "Please?"

The blond sighed and placed my stuff in my hands, except my phone. The dark hair girl spoke up, "Except we're taking you there."

Well this can't get any worst.

~

Next thing I knew, I was being stuffed in the back seat of one of the girls cars. I also figured out that the blond's name was Hanna and the dark headed girl's name was Aria. I knew the names, but just didn't know the faces it matched up to.