He knew who she was. Of course, he did. Everyone did. He guessed that that was the reason that he was so intrigued yet repulsed by her.
The way she walked around the school like she owned it. She did.
The way she sort of looked past you, not at you as though you weren't worth her eye contact. You weren't.
The way she kept up her bitchy façade to protect herself as though she thought everyone was waiting for her to falter. They were.
Fuck.
Keeping this all in mind, shock was the first emotion to filter into his brain when she – Hanna Marin – invited him to crash on the spare couch in her basement. It was in this bold act of humanity that he – Caleb Rivers – decided he was going to meticulously peel back every single layer of her onion of a personality and get to know her. The real her.