Spencer wordlessly walked through the kitchen with Toby when her gaze shifted to Jenna, who waved with a smirk. She stepped away from him and strutted over to the smug auburn, steps fueled with anger.

                “It was you, wasn’t it?” Spencer demanded.

                Bored, Jenna rested against the counter. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, ‘Spence.’” She snickered. “Oh, you mean the diary? Yeah…but it’s okay, right? You got your beloved book back.”

                She clenched her fists at her sides. “You messed everything up!”

                Jenna gave a mock pout. “Oh no, did I cause a problem in your perfect relationship with my ex-boyfriend? I’m truly sorry, dear.” Her smooth voice was running with sarcasm, and Spencer was about to walk away, until she got the courage to turn back around.

                With a deep breath, Spencer slapped Jenna hard against the face. “Psycho,” she muttered proudly and walked up to say goodbye to the friends she had made over the past month.