A/N well, here's the chapter. There will only be one more chapter after this, but don't worry, there's a great ending. Enjoy!

CPOV

The next day at school was hell. I walked past the same blue lockers, went to the same classes, sat at the same table at lunch, and yet, everything was different. Amy and Paul wouldn't even look at me. If I was walking towards Jasmine in the hallway, she would turn and go in the opposite direction. And still, the way Alek looked at me was the worst. His once-warm brown eyes were dull, almost grey. Those lips that used to look perfectly kissable, were pursed and thin. There was only one word to describe how he looked: desolate.

I was sitting at my same lunch table, picking at the ever-scary mystery meat, and I knew that everything was different. And that killed me. Time to form a plan.

I wasn't sure if this would do any good, but hopefully they would drop it after this. I was going to tell them the situation. As Chloe. But first, Part A. I quickly walked over to Alek and Jazzy's red Audi and rapped on the driver's side window. Alek rolled the window down.

"Natasha," he said coldly. Neither of them looked at me. I stoned myself inside and tried to act carefree.

"Buck up, Petrov. I've got good news. I told Chloe what happened at Whole Foods, and she got pretty upset. So upset, in fact, that she wants to explain the situation to you. In person," I finished with a smile. They looked at me at the same time. Both of their brown eyes were lit with joy, and Jazzy quickly blurted,

"Where and when?" I smiled wider. That was more like it.

"She'll meet you at your apartment at 8:00 sharp." With that, I turned on my heel and walked off towards my car. Even without my Mai hearing, I could hear their cheers.

I reached my apartment at 5:00 and began my transformation. Step one: shower. As Natasha, I used a passion fruit shampoo. Hey, Alek could've smelled me! I squirted my old lavender shampoo into my hair, making sure I masked Natasha's tropical product. Then, I washed my face, getting rid of all of Natasha's heavy makeup. Once I was convinced that I smelled thoroughly Chloe, I got out of the shower and blew dry my hair. I had missed my blonde waves. Then, I applied some brown eyeshadow, light brown eyeliner, and pretty pink lip gloss. No more Natasha! Finally, I put on a dark blue cami, leather jacket and floral skirt. Sighing in equal parts contentment and nervousness, I checked the wall clock. 7:55. Perfect timing. I left my apartment through a side door near the elevators and started walking towards Valentina's apartment. Standing in front of their door, I knocked once.

And again.

Again.

Finally, I kicked down the door.

"Alek! Jazzy! Valentina!" I cried out. I ran through the house, taking in the disarray. Chairs were flipped. Claw marks ripped through the walls. And there, clearly placed where I would see it, was a piece of heavy stationary.

"No. No," I sobbed as I picked it up and read.

Chloe,

You shouldn't have disobeyed me. Five lives will be taken, but I'll give you one last chance to ensure that it isn't your close ones' lives.

114 New York Ave.

Be there by midnight or they all die.

It wasn't signed. He didn't have to.