A/N: Hey everyone. Thank you to those who have read, reviewed, followed and fav'ed this story.

To the reviewer 'Max', I couldn't message you since you didn't sign in, but to answer your question. Spencer is only tagged because of how I have the story laid out and I didn't feel comfortable pairing her off with just one person. I don't want to say more because those answers will come out as the story goes on. (Just to clear something up real quick, Wren WILL NOT make any appearance in this story! This will be the only time you actually see his name.)

Also to those wondering about blue eyes, yes, there are a few characters in PLL with blue eyes, so with that being said, please keep an open mind as you read from here on out. :)

As always, enjoy the read and please leave a review, good or bad, to let me know how I'm doing with the updates, or leaving your thoughts on what might happen.

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Chapter 2

It was past 8pm when Spencer drove her SUV into the empty Hastings driveway. "That explains a lot." She muttered under her breath as she turned off the engine while switching off the headlights. Reaching over to the passenger seat, she grabbed her side bag and exited the car.

She wondered where her dear old parents had gone off to this time. Meeting with new clients or spending the weekend with Melissa in Philly?

Entering through the side door into the kitchen, she found her answer on a single post-it note that they left on the counter next to a few twenty-dollar bills.

"Spencer, we will both be gone for the weekend. Your father had a last minute business trip in NYC and I will be in Philly with your sister helping with Taylor. We left you some money for take-out. Be back on Monday. Love mom." She read aloud rolling her eyes as soon as she finished and placed the note back down on the counter.

"Well, looks like I'll have that relaxing weekend after all." She said as she started to make her way towards the staircase. Taking the stairs two at a time, she quickly rushed to her room, tossing her side bag onto her bed and headed to her adjoined bathroom.

Walking over to her shower, she pulled open the glass door, reached inside and turned on the water. Stepping back, she closed the door and began to undress, entering the shower a few seconds later.

Standing under the hot spray, Spencer closed her eyes, letting her whole body relax as the water washed away the day's misfortunes.

After leaving the school parking lot, she drove herself to the park and spent the rest of the afternoon unplugged from the world. Hours later when she had gotten back to her SUV, her phone was blinking with messages and voice-mails.

All of them from her concerned friends wondering why she ditched school without as much as a text message to let them know. Once again, Spencer deleted each message, not ready to inform her friends of the troubles she had been dealing with for the last few months.

Keeping them in the dark was never the plan. Every morning she would wake up with the intention of explaining it all but the second she saw their smiling faces, the confidence that she started with would melt away to be quickly replaced by her Hastings pride that weakness, in any form would not be acceptable.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Spencer reached her hand out to grab her shampoo bottle from the side shelf and after applying a small amount onto her palm, began working the liquid into her long brown hair. As she tilted her head under the hot spray of water, her phone started to ring from her pile of clothes that she had left on the bathroom floor.

"Go away." She muttered, not attempting to answer the device.

The ringing stopped a few seconds later and she was about to let out a sigh of relief when another wave of music filled the room.

Letting out a groan, she switched off the water, pushed open the glass door and took the few steps to her phone, quickly declining the call before turning it off completely. Dropping the phone back on her pile of clothes, she grabbed a towel from under the sink and wrapped it around her body while making her way out of the bathroom.

"You know, it's rather rude to ignore someone's phone calls."

The sudden sound of a voice in her room caused her to jump back into her door frame with a yelp. "Jesus Hanna! What the hell are you doing here?" She asked once she recovered from the shock of seeing her best friend just sitting on her bed with a smirk on her face and a magazine on her lap.

The smirk quickly fell from her lips, the magazine pushed off her lap and suddenly Hanna was standing at the foot of the Spencer's bed. "You skipped school today, why?" Her tone had a bit of attitude laced into the words.

"I needed a break, so I took one." Spencer answered while gripping the top of her towel a little tighter as she made her way towards her dresser. With her back fully to Hanna, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath that she slowly let out before opening one of the drawers to gather a new set of undergarments and clothes.

"So was ignoring all our phone calls and texts part of your break too?"

"Well seeing how I didn't return any of them, what do you think?" Spencer slammed the drawer closed harder than necessary as she spoke before turning around to face her friend. "Look Hanna, I appreciate you coming over here to check on me but if the only reason you came over here was to play twenty questions, than you can just leave because I'm not in the mood for it tonight."

Hanna took a step back into the bed frame as the look of surprise and hurt both flashed across her face and without waiting to hear Hanna's response, Spencer all but ran back to the bathroom with her right arm hugging her change of clothes tightly to her chest.

With the door shut and locked behind her, Spencer closed her eyes again, instantly Hanna's face popped into her mind. The same emotions from before staring her down but all Spencer found herself focusing on were those blue eyes.

Seeing how much pain her words caused Hanna, she had to bite her own lip to keep her tears from falling. You did nothing wrong, She thought. Do not cry.

Refusing to let the situation get the better of her, she dropped the towel from her body and silently began to redress herself. As she pulled her tank top over her head, she wondered if Hanna had indeed left the house. How could she not after how I treated her, I was a total asshole. She thought as picked up her pile of clothes discarded from earlier and made her way back to the door.

Twisting the handle slowly, a click sounded and after taking a few more seconds to steady her breathing, Spencer opened the door to see if anyone was waiting for her on the other side.

A/N added 7-29-14: I have tagged two other characters along with Spencer. I really don't want to say much more so yeah, hope to hear from you all after my next update. :)