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Perfect
A Pretty Little Liars Novel
Sara Shepard

To ALI

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look and you will find it—what is unsought will go undetected.

—SOPHOCLES

Contents

Epigraph
Keep Your Friends Close…
Chapter 1:   Spencer’s Hard Work Pays Off
Chapter 2:   Just Another Sexually Charged Day in AP English
Chapter 3:   There’s No Such Thing as bad Press
Chapter 4:   No Wonder Emily’s Mom is So Strict
Chapter 5:   Aria’s All for Literary Reenactments
Chapter 6:   Sibling Rivalry’s a Hard Habit to Break
Chapter 7:   Nothing Like an Old-Fashioned Interrogation
Chapter 8:   It’s Always Good to Read the Book Before Stealing from it
Chapter 9:   Everyone, a Big Round of Applause for Spencer Hastings!
Chapter 10:   Someone Didn’t Listen
Chapter 11:   Even High-Tech Security Doesn’t Protect You from Everything
Chapter 12:   Ah, Court Life
Chapter 13:   Hello, My Name is Emily. And I’m Gay
Chapter 14:   Spencer’s Big Close-Up
Chapter 15:   Never, Ever Trust Something as Obsolete as a Fax Machine
Chapter 16:   Someone’s Been Kissing in the Kiln…
Chapter 17:   Because all Cheesy Relationship Moments Happen in Cemeteries
Chapter 18:   A Good Smack Upside the Head Never Hurt Anyone
Chapter 19:   It’s Better Than a Sign Saying, “Kick Me”
Chapter 20:   Life Imitates Art
Chapter 21:   What Does H-O-L-Y C-R-A-P Spell?
Chapter 22:   There’s No Place Like Rosewood—From 3,000 Feet Up
Chapter 23:   The Rosebushes Have Eyes
Chapter 24:   And in Another Garden Across Town…
Chapter 25:   Special Delivery for Hanna Marin
Chapter 26:   Spencer Gets in Hot Water…Literally and Figuratively
Chapter 27:   Old Habits Die Hard
Chapter 28:   Some of Her Letters Also Spell Jail
Chapter 29:   There’s a Full Moon at the Hollis Planetarium
Chapter 30:   Change is Good…Except When it’s Not
Chapter 31:   They Fought the Law and the Law Won
Chapter 32:   Not-So-Secret Lovers
Chapter 33:   Someone Slips Up. Big Time
Chapter 34:   It’s Right There in Front of You
Chapter 35:   Words Whispered from the Past
Chapter 36:   It Will all Be Over
Chapter 37:   It Was Necessary
Acknowledgments
What Happens Next…
Credits
 
Excerpt from The Lying Game
    
Prologue
    
Chapter 1:   The Dead Ringer
 
Back Ads
    
Back ad for The Lying Game
    
Back ad for Everything We Ever Wanted
 
About the Author
Other Books by Sara Shepard
Copyright
About the Publisher

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE….

Have you ever had a friend turn on you? Just totally transform from someone you thought you knew into someone…else? I’m not talking your boyfriend from nursery school who grows up and gets gawky and ugly and zitty, or your friend from camp whom you’ve got nothing to say to when she comes to visit you over Christmas break, or even a girl in your clique who suddenly breaks away and turns goth or into one of those granola Outward Bound kids. No. I’m talking about your soul mate. The girl you know everything about. Who knows everything about you. One day she turns around and is a completely different person.

Well, it happens. It happened in Rosewood.

 

“Watch it, Aria. Your face is going to freeze like that.” Spencer Hastings unwrapped an orange Popsicle and slid it into her mouth. She was referring to the squinty-eyed drunk-pirate face her best friend, Aria Montgomery, was making as she tried to get her Sony Handycam to focus.

“You sound like my mom, Spence.” Emily Fields laughed, adjusting her T-shirt, which had a picture of a baby chicken in goggles on it and said,
INSTANT SWIM CHICK
!
JUST ADD WATER
! Her friends had forbidden Emily from wearing her goofy swimming T-shirts—

“Instant Swim Dork! Just add loser!” Alison DiLaurentis had joked when Emily walked in.

“Your mom says that too?” Hanna Marin asked, throwing away her green-stained Popsicle stick. Hanna always ate faster than anyone else.
“Your face will freeze that way,”
she mimicked.

Alison looked Hanna up and down and cackled. “Your mom should’ve warned you that your
butt
would freeze that way.”

Hanna’s face fell as she pulled down her pink-and-white striped T-shirt—she’d borrowed it from Ali, and it kept riding up, revealing a white strip of her stomach. Alison tapped Hanna’s shin with her flip-flop. “Just joking.”

It was a Friday night in May near the end of seventh grade, and best friends Alison, Hanna, Spencer, Aria, and Emily were gathered in Spencer’s family’s plushly decorated family room, with the Popsicle box, a big bottle of cherry vanilla Diet Dr Pepper, and their cell phones splayed out on the coffee table. A month ago, Ali had come to school with a brand-new LG flip phone, and the others had rushed out to buy their own that very day. They all had pink leather holsters to match Ali’s, too—well, all except for Aria, whose holster was made of pink mohair. She’d knitted it herself.

Aria moved the camera’s lever back and forth to zoom in and out. “And anyway, my face isn’t going to freeze like this. I’m concentrating on setting up this shot. This is for posterity. For when we become famous.”

“Well, we all know
I’m
going to get famous.” Alison thrust back her shoulders and turned her head to the side, revealing her swanlike neck.

“Why are you going to be famous?” Spencer challenged, sounding bitchier than she probably meant to.

“I’m going to have my own show. I’ll be a smarter, cuter Paris Hilton.”

Spencer snorted. But Emily pursed her pale lips, considering, and Hanna nodded, truly believing. This was
Ali
. She wouldn’t stay here in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, for long. Sure, Rosewood was glamorous by most standards—all its residents looked like walk-on models for a
Town & Country
photo shoot—but they all knew Ali was destined for greater things.

She’d plucked them out of oblivion a year and a half ago to be her best friends. With Ali by their sides, they had become
the
girls of Rosewood Day, the private school they attended. They had such power now—to deem who was cool and who wasn’t, to throw the best parties, to nab the best seats in study hall, to run for student office and win by an overwhelming number of votes. Well, that last one only applied to Spencer. Aside from a few twists and turns—and accidentally blinding Jenna Cavanaugh, which they tried their hardest not to think about—their lives had transformed from passable to perfect.

“How about we film a talk show?” Aria suggested. She considered herself the friends’ official filmmaker—one of the many things she wanted to be when she grew up was the next Jean-Luc Godard, some abstract French director.

“Ali, you’re famous. And Spencer, you’re the interviewer.”

“I’ll be the makeup girl,” Hanna volunteered, rooting through her backpack to find her polka-dotted vinyl makeup bag.

“I’ll do hair.” Emily pushed her reddish-blond bob behind her ears and rushed to Ali’s side. “You have gorgeous hair,
chérie
,” she said to Ali in a faux-French accent.

Ali slid her Popsicle out of her mouth. “Doesn’t
chérie
mean
girlfriend
?”

The others were quick to laugh, but Emily paled. “No, that’s
petite amie
.” Lately, Em was sensitive when Ali made jokes at her expense. She never used to be.

“Okay,” Aria said, making sure the camera was level.

“You guys ready?”

Spencer flopped on the couch and placed a rhinestone tiara left over from a New Year’s party on her head. She’d been carrying the crown around all night.

“You can’t wear that,” Ali snapped.

“Why not?” Spencer adjusted the crown so it was straight.

“Because. If anything,
I’m
the princess.”

“Why do
you
always get to be the princess?” Spencer muttered under her breath. A nervous ripple swept through the others. Spencer and Ali weren’t getting along, and no one knew why.

Ali’s cell phone let out a bleat. She reached down, flipped it open, and tilted it away so no one else could see. “Sweet.” Her fingers flew across the keypad as she typed a text.

“Who are you writing to?” Emily’s voice sounded eggshell-thin and small.

“Can’t tell. Sorry.” Ali didn’t look up.

“You can’t tell?” Spencer was irate. “What do you mean you can’t tell?”

Ali glanced up. “Sorry,
princess
. You don’t have to know
everything
.” Ali closed her phone and set it on the leather couch. “Don’t start filming yet, Aria. I have to pee.” She dashed out of Spencer’s family room toward the hall bathroom, plopping her Popsicle stick in the trash as she went.

Once they heard the bathroom door close, Spencer was the first to speak. “Don’t you just want to
kill
her sometimes?”

The others flinched. They never bad-mouthed Ali. It was as blasphemous as burning the Rosewood Day official flag on school property, or admitting that Johnny Depp really wasn’t
that
cute—that he was actually kind of old and creepy.

Of course, on the inside, they felt a little differently. This spring, Ali hadn’t been around as much. She’d gotten closer with the high school girls on her JV field hockey squad and never invited Aria, Emily, Spencer, or Hanna to join them at lunch or come with them to the King James Mall.

And Ali had begun to keep secrets. Secret texts, secret phone calls, secret giggles about things she wouldn’t tell them. Sometimes they’d see Ali’s screen name online, but when they tried to IM her, she wouldn’t respond. They’d bared their souls to Ali—telling her things they hadn’t told the others, things they didn’t want
anyone
to know—and they expected her to reciprocate. Hadn’t Ali made them all promise a year ago, after the horrible thing with Jenna happened, that they would tell one another everything, absolutely
everything,
until the end of time?

The girls hated to think of what eighth grade would be like if things kept going like this. But it didn’t mean they hated
Ali
.

Aria wound a piece of long, dark hair around her fingers and laughed nervously. “Kill her because she’s so cute, maybe.” She hit the camera’s power switch, turning it on.

“And because she wears a size zero,” Hanna added.

“That’s what I meant.” Spencer glanced at Ali’s phone, which was wedged between two couch cushions. “Want to read her texts?”

“I do,” Hanna whispered.

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