A/N: So this is my first Pretty Little Liars fiction….actually, my first fiction. Unless you count the ones which kept getting rejected on HPFF. I have a weird writing style, so don't let it bother you if I erm,do something which isn't to your liking.

Anyway, I'm a huge fan of Haleb….so I've decided to do a fiction on the first few interactions they had. I guess I'll begin with Emily's phone and move on. I take a ridiculously long time to update..And if I'm not happy with my story, I abandon it. I'll try not to abandon this one though 3

I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to confirm to anything.

I've always been a freak.

So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know.

I'm one of those people.

-John Lennon

Caleb's P.O.V.

Okay, so being known in your new school for being a hacker and homeless kid doesn't really win you points with the kids – unless they need you to break into something. As long as I get the bucks, I'm happy.

Truth be told, the kids here are weird. It's a pretty small town...news gets around fast. I've heard some pretty odd things. Everyone wants to like, get to know you. Half of them don't give you space. I've already had five people come and ask me where I've come from. Believe me, if they want that answer I need the money.

After that they treat you like dirt. I've never really understood their problem.

Over here, gossip is the thing. I've learned that it's better to keep what you know to yourself. Unless you want yourself surrounded by lies. I've been pretty much brought up that way.

Right now, I'm sitting in some garage trying to break a code for this girl's phone. I don't know her name…but then again, it's not like I'm going to need it. She paid me like, forty extra bucks for getting this thing done fast. From what I've got out of the thing, her friend's in some far off place. Probably the woods.

I might ask her about it.

Who knew finding a cheap tux would be so hard?

Going for that charity dance or whatever the hell it is…is not my idea. I've just got customers. Money's burning out there. I'd really like to get a proper place to stay.

But, the problem is the 'formal wear'. I don't exactly have anything formal. It's kinda ridiculous. I mean it's just a dance…I've never really 'danced' before.

Or dated. Or whatever.

The thing is,being brought up in such an environment doesn't make you cheap or stupid. It makes you smart. Cautious. Careful. You know the basic necessities. You don't have a lot of wants. Only needs. Money becomes important.

You don't have time to think about girls. You don't have time to look handsome, get the latest haircut or be a gentleman.

You wanna be a gentleman in the streets? Well, face the bullying.

And so I'm here, wearing my checked shirt and a black coat over a pair of jeans. The only ones which weren't patched.

The school's crowded with children. It's a bit hard finding my customers. I see the girl who's friend's in the woods or something. She's talking to another girl.

The 'other' girl is the typical airhead. From what I've seen of her she's like those 'it' girls in school who give you dirty looks.

But she's a bit different. She's got a past and gives you a chance -I think. Her name's Hanna, I guess. That's what I've heard. I walk over to them.

"Is it done?" says Hanna as she sees me. Her friend brings out her purse but Hanna stops her.

"Okay, listen Mister sock hat. Emily's already paid you forty extra..you've got three times the amount which an average customer would pay!" exclaims Hanna, giving me a look.

"Look here Princess, I need the money or no phone" I say coolly. Hanna looks like she's going to explode, but Emily intervenes.

"It's fine, Hanna..." she says and hands me a wad of cash. Smirking at Hanna, I roll up the wad of cash and drop it in my pocket. Emily grabs her phone and runs off to the corner, dialing a number.

I take a good look at both of my customers. It's necessary to know…you never know when they come useful.

Emily looks tall and has long black hair. That's all I need to know about her at the moment. Things change over time.

I look over at the other 'customer'. Her hair's blonde and wavy and she seems like someone really desperate…for something.

"What are you looking at, sock hat?" asks Hanna. Her purse beeps.I see a look of hesitation on her face before she picks her phone up.

"Nothing, Princess. Just wondering how many people you going to hijack tonight" I say, and walk away.

But as I look back, she's not looking at me. She's looking at the screen of her phone. Hanna waves a little goodbye to Emily,pushes a few people apart and enters the dance. She then grabs Lucas and tells him to dance with her. I can see fear and guilt etched all over her face.

By what I can make out, whatever the text was…it wasn't good.

Please don't kill me D:

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