Mona was dressed as Catwoman; Alison didn't recognize her. Mona assured her that one day, she would. And so she did.
"You look great," Alison snarled. "Maybe even better than me." Jenna didn't like the way she sent another kid scrambling with a word. "They're not as dumb as they look," Alison said, and this is the story she told: "They know they need me. I can make it really easy for you to fit in here. If I accept you, everybody does." Jenna knew this story; she'd seen it all happening the first second she came into town. Alison was scared of her, which she liked.
"I really appreciate the offer," Jenna smirked. "But I like to pick my own friends."
They wondered for a moment who was more broken. People are unpredictable.
Mona was dressed as Catwoman; Jenna instantly recognized her. Something about the way she smiled. Mona assured her she was the best Gaga, and they shook hands. A sick smile spread across her face. A sick smile spread across her face, too.
Spencer asked Alison what she'd talked to the new girl about, but that story was over. "She's a slut," Alison spat, and Spencer shook her head and smiled. In three years Jenna would have settled in, begun her own torturous game. Told a story of her own; plunged her knife deep into her brother's chest. And all the time, Alison would've been focused on this idea: Jenna, and sex. Sex and Jenna. Jenna the Slut. Sometimes your sister carries the things you can't. Sometimes you don't even know who she is, until it's too late.
Alison produced the ballots for Spencer; she wondered if Spencer wanted to hear the story that they told. Who'd voted for the Queen of Scots, and who Ali hadn't gotten to yet. But Spencer just destroyed them, and shuddered. It wasn't something she wanted, it was something she needed. She didn't want to look at it. Alison loved this most about her, and hated her the most for it. She wanted them strong, but not too strong. She wanted them honest, which meant looking first at the ugly parts she liked best. Somebody was watching.
Giant Drag was still playing; they were, and are, pretty awesome. Hanna hated going all the way out to the woods for a beer, but Aria kind of liked the mystique.
Q: "Why can't he have a keg like a normal person?"
A: "Because he's not just a normal person. He's Noel Kahn."
They were ambushed by a werewolf, and screamed; he hacked their phones and disappeared.