My Best Friend's Brother (PLL: A Jaria story)

Chapter 8:

I was sitting on the chairs of the outside tables from the cafeteria. Where some people eat lunch but it was surprisingly empty today. Granted, it was a little chilly, but still a nice enough day to sit down.

'I can't believe I'm doing this,' I thought, resting my chin on the palms of my hands as I waited for him to show up.

"We have to know the truth that night Aria. You know as well as we do that Jason was there that night. Remember Alison told us he was in his room getting high."

"Spence I don't thing he's capable of murder..."

"Then let's find out... just... grill him a little. See what he knows about that day. If he was home all day then he may have seen something at the very least."

"Find out the truth for us, Aria... he trusts you"

'Yeah, he trusts me' and he might feel backstabbed if he catches onto what I'm up to, I thought to myself with a small sigh.

I didn't know why I was on edge. I felt restless. Despite the fact that according to the others. I was the best liar and was good at keeping things from people.

They didn't know the half of it.

And I also was very good at questioning people and finding out the truth.

But this felt different. I almost felt... guilty for doing this.

But I knew I had to. Spencer was right, just finding out what Jason knows could get us one step closer to figuring out exactly what happened that night.

"Hey," the infamous male voice greeted. I looked up just in time to see Jason standing above me and swinging his feet around to sit in the seat next to me.

"Hey," I responded, moving my bag to the side, as I didn't expect him to sit next to me.

"Sorry for this last minute thing," Jason immediately pulled out his computer. "But my mom wanted to know if you and the girls had any nice pictures of Ali... since this fashion show will be in memory of her," he said the words slowly, as if it still didn't feel real, her death.

I felt the same. Sometimes it seemed unreal that Alison wasn't here anymore, to make snarky comments, make secrets, blackmail.

Sometimes I felt that I would walk back to my house one day and she would be waiting for me. Her death would be a dream.

"yeah I do," I answered, pulling out my own computer. I had a file of them saved. I used to take many pictures of all of us, photography was something I used to love to do, before writing. I actually planned on making a collage of moments of all of us, but then Alison died and it didn't feel appropriate to give them to the girls.

Even now it didn't.

At least in the fashion show they would be brought to good use.

I assumed Jason wanted me to transfer the pictures to his computer, so I handed him a USB.

"You came prepared," Jason chuckled. "I didn't even tell you about that I needed picture until a few seconds ago."

"Joys of school I guess," I responded back in a lighthearted tone.

It occurred to me that this was the perfect opportunity, to see what Jason knew about that night.

I started off showing Jason some pictures of us and the group. Jason smiled watching me point out when each one was taken.

Like one was at the beach and we all took a selfie in the ocean. Minutes after that picture was taken, a wave knocked into me and I dropped my phone.