Harley Arellano

Sloan: I mean, I don't get why everyone is so obsessed with this weird masked girl and not me. She doesn't even show her face and I'm the cheer captain. Harley: *I'm not really paying attention to her* Sloan, I'll catch you later. I need to......check something. *I didn't give her a chance to reply before walking away. I walk past other students who were on their phones, gossiping about The Secret Singer, until I get to your table with a stern face.* I know it's you.

*She looks up, her crystal blue eyes hard to forget even though she changed everything else about her appearance from her once brown hair, now dyed black, to the tattoos covering her arms* I'm not sure I know what your talking about. *Her voice is smooth and every word she says is like a piece to a puzzle only she knows how to solve, like she is playing a game of the outcome she knows but keeps playing it for the enjoyment of watching others struggle*

*I don't buy it for a second.* You can try to hide it from me all you want, but I know that voice anywhere. Plus, you're the only person I know who uses those lyrics. I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first. I mean, I thought it was strange when I saw you singing and playing that same guitar on campus, but I thought it was just a coincidence. *I lean in closer.* But it wasn't, was it?