Caleb POV

Tonight was my seventeenth birthday, and I was going out with Ezra, Jason and Toby to celebrate. We decided to try out our fake id's tonight, which said we were all twenty-one. We're going to a bar, and we'd probably play drinking games, and dare each other to do stupid things. I made my way to the bar, and slid in the booth where the guys were already sitting.

"What took you so long birthday boy?" Jason shouted over the music.

"It's alright to be fashionably late, isn't it?" I joked, as he punched me in the arm. I ordered a beer, and drowned half of it.

"Well, now he's here. I think the drinking games start." Ezra said. We all nodded our heads, and cheered. "Round of Vodka shots." He shouted out to the waitress. Soon she came back with a round, and we drank them in an instant.

Hours of talking, laughing, and taking shots, we decided to start our game of dares. We scoured the bar, and our eyes landed on a table, where three brunettes and a blonde sat.

"Shall we." Toby said. "Alright, birthday boy up first."

"Alright what's my dare?" I asked, eager to know what my dare would be. The trio eagerly whispered to each other, before they finally came to a decision.

"So, you choose which one." Ezra said, nodding his head for me too look over to the table. The girls were laughing their heads off, and drinking cocktails. Typical. I drew in a breath, before deciding the blonde one.

"Blonde." I said, a mischievous smirk coming across my face. I rubbed my hands together. "Go on, tell me."

"Alright, you have two weeks to make her fall in love with you. If not you owe us fifty bucks, each." Jason said, and I laughed.

"You guys, make it too easy." I said. I stood up, and walked over to the girls table. They were laughing at a joke, and I coughed to get their attention.

"What the hell do you want?" The blonde asked, and downed the rest of her cocktail.

"Well, I was going to ask if I could have your number." I said, and I gave her one of my smiles, that usually make the ladies swoon. She looked at me with disgust.

"So, you think because I'm blonde you can come up to me, and ask for my number. Because I don't give my number out to sleazy, desperate guys in bars." She smiled at me, and called the waitress over. "Another cocktail."

"No, because I think you're beautiful." I winked at her, but yet again she didn't seem fazed. "Follow me." I held out my hand. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I'm not moving. I don't want to go anywhere with you." The waitress came with her cocktail, and she took a light sip. I snuck a glance at the boys who were laughing hysterically at my failure.

"Why not."

"I'm sure you know." I don't why this girl isn't giving in. God, she's beautiful. Caleb, no. This is a bet.

"I don't know anything about you. So follow me." Once, again I held out my hand. She whispered to her friends, and after five minutes, she stood up, and followed me to the bathroom.

"Why on earth did you take me in here. It's a disgusting bathroom." She sat on the counter, and swung her legs.

"Because I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted to get away from it all." I walked closer to her, and I could hear her breathing become hitched. "You know has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful." A piece of hair fell in front of her face, and I pushed it behind her ear.

"No." She replied simply, and applied a coat of lip-gloss. I was surprised that no one had called her beautiful. She rubbed her lips together, and made a puckering sound with her lips when she was done.

"Why?"

"You seem surprised."

"I do."

"Uh, because I've never had a boyfriend." She said, turning a bright red.

"I find that very surprising."

"I've had some, but they're what I like to call flings. They didn't care about me."

"How could someone not care about you." I raised my eyebrows; I was genuinely interested in this girl.

"Uh, so what's your name?" She asked, obviously trying to get away from the subject.

"Caleb Rivers, what's yours."

"Hanna Marin. Why do you seem surprised?"

"Because, I think that you're beautiful. How could a girl like you, not get a boyfriend."

"Because no-one's interested."

"How?"

"Because I have baggage."

"What kind, because I bet you have none?"

"My best friend was murdered. She was missing for a year, and then they finally found her body, buried in her backyard. She was buried alive." I moved closer to her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"I'm sorry, to hear about that." She swallowed, as I touched her foreheads together.

"It's fine." She said, and we lost ourselves in each other's eyes. I slowly leaned in, and our lips met together. They moved slowly to the rhythm of the music outside the dingy bathroom which stank of pee and god knows what. My tongue slid across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She moved her hands up to my shaggy hair, and I moved mine to her waist. I was falling for this girl, even though I shouldn't be. I was falling fast, and so hard.

The next day I wake up thinking about Hanna. I'm not supposed to be falling in love with this girl. Couldn't I have picked one of the other girls? God, I have a feeling I'm going to fall in love with her. No. This is a bet, and I can't wear my heart on my sleeve. My phone chimed to signal a text, it was from Hanna. A smile came upon my face.

Hey, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to The Brew for a hangover cure, because I have a massive headache. –Hanna

I'd love to, I'll meet you there in ten. –Caleb

Dude, I'm a girl. Meet me in the least thirty. –Hanna

Why thirty- Caleb

Because I want to look nice. –Hanna

All right meet you there in thirty. -Caleb

I had a long shower, to keep my brain in tact. I decided to wear black skinny jeans, red shirt, and black converse. I walked out the door with ten minutes to spare that should leave me enough time. I drove over to The Brew, and walked into see Hanna talking to the waitress, who was one of the girls she was with last night. I walked over to Hanna.

"Hey beautiful." I said, and she jumped. The waitress giggled. She kissed me on the cheek, and smiled.

"Hey." She replied. "So, Caleb this is Emily, one of my best friends, and Emily this is Caleb, the guy from the bar." Emily smiled.

"Nice to meet you. What would you like?" Emily asked.

"The usual, Em." Emily nodded, and looked at me.

"Uh, coffee, please." I said, and she gave us our drinks, and we sat down in a booth.

"So, how old are you?" I asked her.

"Uh, seventeen in two weeks." She replied. "How old are you."

"Seventeen last night. How did you get into the bar?" She looked at me like I was joking.

"The same way as you, probably. Fake ID's."

"You're right. That's the same way." We laughed a bit.

"So where's you grow up?"

"Here and there. I was in foster care for most of my life, passed through families when they got sick of me." She took my hand in hers.

"My dad left my Mum and me when I was twelve. He was cheating on my Mum with this bitch, and decided to go with her, and her evil daughter." It was silent for a few moments, before someone came clunking down the stairs. Hanna looked as well as Emily, and their jaws fell to the floor. They both moved over to the girl.

Hanna Pov

Someone clunked down the stairs in The Brew, and when I saw who it was my mouth fell agape. It was Spencer. Spencer Hastings. A daughter of the most highly-strung, richest and well-named family of Rosewood. I got up, and walked over to Spencer. She was doing the walk of shame. He hair a mess, and her heels in her hands. I got up from my seat and walked over to her.

"I was drunk." Spencer whined.

"I have such a new found respect for you." I said.

"Before you say anything, we only got to second base."

"Still, Spencer Hastings. I am shocked." Emily said, smiling.

"What happened, wrap it up, because I'm on a date." I said.

"With the guy from the bar." I nodded. "Okay, well his name is Toby, and he's really sweet. He let me crash on his couch, because I said I couldn't go home like this. I kissed him, but he had the decency stop, and apparently I passed out on him. I woke up like twenty minutes ago, to a totally hot shirtless Toby."

"Does he have a pack." I asked.

"Six, and boy does he look good."

"Go on." Emily said.

"I was going to leave, when he asked me on a date to The Grille, and of course I said yes."

"Well, four-way call tonight, because we have a lot of catching up to do." Emily said, and we nodded.

"Well, I've got to get back to my date." I said, and sauntered back to Caleb. I sat down smiling at Spencer. This was so unlike her. "I'm sorry about that. That was another one of my best friends, Spencer Hastings."

"What happened?" He said, smiling. God, his smile was to die for.

"Well, she crashed on this guy, Toby's couch." He started laughing. "What?"

"Well, if you're talking about the guy Toby, who lives upstairs, then he's my best mate, I was out with him last night."

"No way."

"Way." We spent an hour chatting, before I had to leave. "Do you have to go?" Caleb moaned, as we were walking out of the coffee shop.

"Yes I do, my Mum's expecting me home."

"Can I come with you, then." He wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my head gently.

"Okay, come on." I walked to my car, and we drove to my house.