Caleb Rivers walked briskly back into the entrance of the Brew. His honey-brown eyes were slit in anger, and his jaw clenched in utter frustration. Why don't you just, I dont know, leave? Hanna's biting words had embedded themselves into his mind, and all he could see were oceanic eyes devoid of any love.

What had happened? It just didn't seem to make any sense. Where was the funny, sassy, but lovable Hanna Marin? Where was the girl he fell in love with? Ever since Allison had come back, it seemed Hanna had withdrew from everyone. Especially him. He just couldn't comprehend why. Honestly, shouldn't she be happy Ali was back? The others definitely were.

Sure, Ali had been manipulative and mean back then, and Hanna still believed she was the same, it seemed. Caleb knew that Ali hadn't always been the nicest to Hanna, but he hadn't noticed her pulling her old tricks. To be fair, he didn't know the full extent of Ali and Hanna's relationship, but he thought it was just one of those grudges girls held against each other. Honestly, Hanna could hold a grudge. Ugh.

He shouldn't even be thinking about her right now, but she was ingrained in his mind. He felt like she was a part of him, and he didn't feel whole without her. It sounded cheesy, yeah, but it was the truth. All he wanted was what was best for her, so why did she have to go and break his heart? The guilt was weighing down on his heart for leaving, even though she had basically told him to. Love was strange like that. Love challenged the sanity of even the steadiest of minds. He ran a hand through his hair, and let out a weary sigh. Was this permanent or could he fix things with her? Would she even let him fix things? He stood there lost in thought for ages it seemed, because the next thing he knew, there was a hand waving in his face.

"Hey, Caleb. Caleb. CALEB!" He snapped his attention to the willowy brunette in front of him. His eyes locked on to the chocolate brown eyes of Spencer Hastings.

"Sorry," He muttered, feeling his face flush slightly. Spencer merely cocked a brow, and folded her arms.

"So, did you talk to Hanna? Did you find out what was wrong?" Her expression became one of worry, her eyes searched his for an answer.

"No, I didn't find out what was wrong, exactly. Hanna and I broke up." His voice wavered a bit, and he narrowed his eyes in mild embarrassment. Calm down, Rivers. Man up.

Spencer's jaw dropped and her face changed from shock, to confusion, and then to anger. Caleb took a cautious step back, not wanting to get into the line of fire if Spencer tried to smack him.

"You, WHAT? Why? Hanna loves you, you love her!" Caleb sighed again, and dragged a hand down his face in irritation. Leave it to the smartest person in the group to state the obvious. Typical Spencer. It was actually pretty funny how uncomplicated the things she said were, when she was sometimes the most complicated person ever.

"Yeah, I know that, Spencer. I don't know, it's just she's been acting so weird lately and I tried to get to the bottom of it, but she pushed me away. I told her I couldn't take anymore secrets from her, and I left." He paused, furrowing his brow in frustration. Only Hanna knew how to get under his skin, and when she did, it nearly drove him mad.

Spencer pushed a tendril away from her face, and sighed. She knew that Caleb and Hanna's relationship wasn't perfect, but she never expected them to split over something so miniscule. Yeah, so Hanna didn't want to talk now, but maybe she would when she was ready. Didn't Caleb get that? Patience played a big role in relationships, as did communication. "Just because things get hard doesn't mean you leave, Caleb." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"So what do I do, then? Apologize? I'm lucky if she even tolerates me being within ten feet of her, seeing as how I acted."

"I mean, Apologizing is a great start. But actions speak louder than words. Duh. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?" Her full lips pulled up into a smirk, and it was Caleb's turn to roll his eyes.

"Of course I know that, Spencer. But what do I do?" He nearly whined the last part, mentally kicking himself for sounding so desperate and clueless. Might as well have 'Dumbass' written on my face. Get your head out of your ass, Rivers.

"Well, right now, maybe it's best to give Han a little space. In the meantime, though, you need to figure out how to physically show Hanna that you're sorry and that you love her." Caleb opened his mouth to protest, but Spencer quickly shut him down. "Don't ask me for help, either. You need to figure this out on your own. You messed up, not me." Caleb winced a little at her words, they were harsh, but very true.. Damn. How in the hell was he going to do this?

"Anyway, I have to get going. School's going to start soon. We don't want to be late, right?" She looked pointedly at him, before brushing past him, and out the door. Caleb turned around and followed suit. He wasn't quite sure he was going to go to school, though. He had a lot to think about, and he just didn't think he could handle seeing Hanna after he literally just broke up with her. Way to go. All Caleb knew was that he would figure out how to express his remorse and his love for Hanna simultaneously, no matter what it took. That was what love was all about, right?

Hanna let the now empty bottle of Vodka she had stashed in her car drop to the floor. Fucked up, right? Not even two hours ago she let the love of her life go, and she was trying to down her sorrows in a sea of alcohol.

When she wasn't puking her guts up, Hanna turned to her second vice, drinking. No, Hanna was no stranger to alcohol. Her head slumped against the window, and groaned in disgust. Obviously, Vodka wasn't the fruit of the fruit when it came to alcohol.

Whatever. Here she was, a screwed up seventeen year old trying to find the solution to her problems at the bottom of a bottle. Pathetic. Look at you. No wonder Caleb was fine with leaving. You're a fucking loser. A mess. Don't you know that by now? He could do better than you. Hanna felt the blood pounding in her head and she let out a guttural scream. It was fine, nobody was around to hear her anyway.

"SHUT UP!" She screamed at herself, willing the voice in her head to stay silent. She felt angry tears welling up in her eyes, and she punched the dashboard in frustration. It was so hard, being like this. Why couldn't she just be normal, for fucks sake? She pulled at her hair in anger, not caring that tears fell.

All she wanted was to be numb, to not feel anything at all. Didn't anyone know what it felt like to want to be somebody else, anybody else? Didn't anyone just get so tired of being in the same skin, unable to change how life turned out for them? Wasn't there anything else in the world that could take her pain away besides the alcohol that was running through her veins. She felt disgusting. She felt like a complete waste of life.

What the hell was she contributing to the world ,except helping slowly decline the amount of alcohol? For fucks sake, what did Caleb see in her? She may as well have been blind, because she sure as hell couldn't see it. Was she ever going to stop negative thoughts about herself? Well, there certainly wasn't anything positive to think about. She didn't want to be this girl ,she didn't want to be broken, but she was.

It was like there'd always be that once piece missing from her, like the last puzzle piece that always gets lost. As far as she could see, Caleb was insane for dating someone like her, for loving her when she was clearly not worthy of love. It was her fault that he left her, after all. Maybe he finally realized how much better he could do, and the thought snapped what was left of Hanna's heart into pieces. Was that why he left so easily, because he knew she wasn't worth it? She had been expecting him to fight back, to protest, something.

She had expected the wrong things, it seemed. Caleb obviously was over her, he knew he could do better, and worst of all, he probably never loved her. Was it all a lie? Was it all just pity? Of course he just feeling sorry for you. Look at him, and then look at you. He could have any girl he wanted, he only chose you because he felt sorry for you. Hanna looked into the mirror briefly, before turning her head in disgust. Resignedly, she let out a choked sob, before picking up the next bottle and opening it. Bottoms up. She sobbed again, before taking a long sip. Maybe the alcohol couldn't take the pain away, but it could momentarily make her forget. All she wanted to do was forget. Everyone's already forgotten you, anyway.

Hi Guys! Sorry for the delay! I've been busy with school and work to update anything, but here you go! Wanted to give a quick shout out to So12cc21er and Consider Me Glitter for reviewing! Thank you so much, guys! This chapter is for you (: Also, to those reading My Secrets, I am SO SO SO sorry. I had actually finished the chapter a while ago, but it got deleted when my laptop crashed, so i've been trying to re-write it by memory. I PROMISE I will have it up by Tuesday. Anyways, Thanks for reading, let mek now what you think! See you next time!