pretty little liars - 𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑺

four | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝐀'

simone's perspective.

the next day, simone sat at her kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee and scrolling through her phone. the house was quiet; her parents had already left for work. she was enjoying the tranquility when her phone buzzed with a new message from an unknown number.

"you think you're safe, simone? think again. -A"

she frowned, reading the message twice. it didn't make any sense. who was "A," and why were they texting her? she tried to shake off the unease but couldn't help feeling a shiver run down her spine, but of course she had to check her surroundings to make sure.

dylan's perspective.

dylan was at the library with her groupmated, jasper, felix, and camille. they were discussing on how to make their project better for a better grade of course, their textbooks spread out on the table. dylan was deep into her notes when her phone vibrated. she glanced at the screen and saw a text from an unknown number.

"better watch your back, dylan. -A"

she felt a knot tighten in her stomach. the message was vague, but something about it felt threatening. she looked around the library, but everything seemed normal. trying not to let it get to her, she put her phone away and tried to focus on her studies.

"hey, dyl. you alright?" one of her groupmated asked out of curiosity, she shook her head and replied "u-uh, yeah. yeah, i'm okay. we should just focus on the project" she smiled, with a mix of scared and confused.

taylor's perspective.

taylor was in her favorite coffee shop, sipping on a latte and working on her laptop. she loved the ambiance of the place the hum of conversation, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and the soft background music. she was in her zone, editing photos for her blog, when her phone buzzed.

"don't think you're untouchable, taylor. -A"

her heart skipped a beat. she read the message again, confusion turning into concern. who was this person, and why were they targeting her? she scanned the room, but no one seemed out of place.

she sighed, deeply. before brushing her fingers through her hair as she just continued what she was doing, feeling unsettled, she quickly finished her coffee and decided to leave.

pepper's perspective.

pepper was at the mall, wandering through her favorite stores and enjoying some retail therapy. she paused at a display of designer sunglasses, admiring a pair she had been eyeing for weeks. as she reached out to try them on, her phone buzzed in her pocket. she pulled it out and saw a message from an unknown number.

"thinking about shoplifting, pepper? those sunglasses would look great on you. -A"

her blood ran cold. how did this person know what she was doing? she glanced around the store, but no one seemed to be paying her any attention. the message was unsettling, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. she put the sunglasses back and quickly left the store, her mind racing with questions.

alana's perspective.

alana was out for a morning run, her favorite way to clear her mind and start the day. she jogged through the park, enjoying the fresh air and the rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the pavement. she was lost in thought when her phone buzzed in her pocket. she stopped to catch her breath and checked the message.

"you can't outrun this, alana. -A"

she felt a chill run down her spine. who was this person, and what did they want? the message was unsettling, and it made her feel exposed. looking around, she saw nothing unusual, but the feeling of being watched lingered. she decided to cut her run short and head back home.