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"Hanna, seriously?" Emily groaned when she, Hanna, and Aria walked into the cafeteria.

Hanna was trying to pick out which girls in the school would be more suited for Emily, but the taller girl was not so easily amused. Aria just rolled her eyes, leading the other girls to the lunch line before they sat down at their usual table. Hanna rolled her eyes, watching as their classmates passed by them. The sight of Spencer Hastings standing there with her lunch tray, looking utterly confused and terrified caught her eye.

"We should invite her to sit with us." Emily said, glancing over at the girl.

"Yeah, totally." Aria nodded, looking up from her cell phone. "I mean, she looks like a lost puppy..."

"Spencer!" Hanna called, standing up and getting the girl's attention. "You can sit here if you want."

The brunette caught Hanna's eye and walked over to their table before sitting down beside Hanna, . "I... Thank you."

"No problem." Hanna smiled, looking over at Spencer, who sat at the end of the bench, as far away from the others as she could.

"So, where are you from, Spencer?" Aria asked curiously.

"Philly," She answered, her voice quiet as she avoided eye contact. "My-uh my... d-d-d-dad, he got-he got, uh, transferred here."

"That's cool." Emily replied politely. "What's it like living in the big city."

"Busy, mostly." Spencer shrugged. "We-um... N-Nothing s-spe-ecial, I guess."

"Do you have your schedule?" Emily asked, interested. "Maybe we have some classes together."

"O-oh, um, yeah... Of course." Spencer said, rifling through her bag before handing Emily a slip of paper.

"Oh, cool." Emily smiled, glancing at the paper. "We have English and A.P. chem together."

"Let me see." Hanna said, holding out her hand for the paper. "Well, obviously we have English, me and Em are in the same class. Holy crap! What kind of genius are you?"

"What-uh what do you-?" Spencer furrowed her brow.

"You're like in a bunch of A.P. classes!" Hanna exclaimed, showing Aria the paper. "Every class but English! Do you even have a life?"

"Hanna!" Aria snapped, sending the blonde a glare, before looking kindly at Spencer. "Sorry, she doesn't understand the term 'tact.' Besides, you'll have tons of fun, I hear A.P. Chem is great."

"Yeah," Emily nodded, flashing Spencer a small smile. "And my lab partner lit his eyebrow on fire, so I need a new one."

"How does... how does that e-even hap-happen?" Spencer asked incredulously, before biting her lip and looking down.

"I told him not to wave the bunsen burner around." Emily shrugged, taking a bite of her lunch.

Spencer's brow furrowed but she didn't reply.

Hanna glanced over at the girl beside her, taking in her ramrod straight posture, the faint circles under her eyes that indicated a lack of sleep, Spencer seemed to notice Hanna's look, her gaze shooting up at the blonde. Hanna looked away, joining Aria and Emily's conversation about some paper that they'd have to write for history. Spencer didn't speak for the rest of the lunch, keeping her eyes at a downcast.

After lunch, Spencer quietly thanked the girls for inviting her to sit at their table before she walked away quickly. Hanna glanced down at Aria, who merely shrugged and walked to her locker. The blonde sighed, there was just something off about that girl, and she wanted to know why. Hanna went to her locker, that sat next to Emily's. She didn't even open it, the blonde had history next and really? There's nothing new about history. Ever.

"So..." Hanna prompted, leaning against the locker and looking at her friend.

"She's just shy." Emily rolled her eyes, pulling out her chemistry book. "You of all people should understand that."

"There's a difference between shy and chihuahua."

"She wasn't shaking, Hanna."

"She might as well have."

"Well, maybe if you didn't stare at her."

"I wasn't staring!"

"You were. It was weird."

"She's weird."

"That doesn't mean that you stare at her!" Emily replied, exasperated. "Look, I have class so-"

"Text me." Hanna commanded, crossing her arms.

"We both have class." Emily sighed as they began their walk down the hall.

"Class is for squares." Hanna shrugged, entering her classroom.

"Bye, Hanna." Emily said, leaving with a wave.

Hanna sat in the back of the class, her book out in front of her cell phone. The teacher, Mr. Mason, was probably four hundred years old and could hardly even see, making it all too easy for Hanna to text in plain sight. None of the other kids even paid attention either, so Hanna didn't feel very guilty about ignoring him completely. Besides, she'd already learned all of that in fifth grade through sophomore year. Nothing had changed since then, or at least Hanna hoped as much.

hey She sent to Emily. txt me. wats she doin?

Pay attention. Was the reply nearly two minutes later.

noooooooooo. history sucks. theres sumthing wrong w/her and i wanna kno wat

U cant possibly kno that

NE1 can tell.

Can u not judge?

can u just tell meeeeeeeeee?

Fine Hanna could practically hear Emily's sigh. We hav a lab and shes doin most of the work. shes not really talking either. is that what u wanted to hear?

not rlly... Hanna rolled her eyes, before furrowing her brow. Where did this new obsession with Spencer Hastings come from? try 2 talk to herrr!

U talk to her!

im not in her class!

ENGLISH IS NEXT PERIOD!

ur yellin.

Im not yelling.

now ur not

Just talk to her.

ur not my mom

Im not your spy!

ur my friend its the same thing

Thats only for crushes and enemies

Hanna groaned, putting her head down on her desk. Emily wasn't helpful at all, what kind of friend wouldn't even spy on some weirdo for her? Oh right, Emily! The blonde's frown deepened as she looked up and watched as Mr. Mason struggled to reach the top of the blackboard. A grin creeped its way over her features as she watched the old man struggle, did that make Hanna a bad person? The rest of history class was spent watching Mr. Mason basically fail at life.

"Hanna, you seriously have a problem." Aria stated as they sat down in English class.

"You've been like this since lunch." Emily rolled her eyes.

"I'm not like anything." Hanna replied, crossing her arms.

Before either could argue, Spencer appeared in the doorway and sat down in the very front seat. Hanna felt herself fill with a rage. Who just sat in the front seat on purpose? God that girl was weird, her and her weird stutter and her nervous eyes. She was insane and Hanna knew it. The blonde watched as Spencer took notes on everything their teacher said, the way her brow stayed furrowed as if she were hanging onto every word that the man said. God she was weird.

"Maybe she just wants good grades." Aria whispered when Hanna voiced her opinion.

"She's a genius." Hanna replied. "She doesn't need to try hard."

"Just because she's in A.P. doesn't mean that she's a genius." Emily supplied from behind. "She probably just works really hard. Maybe she wants to get an Ivy League education."

"Why's she in normal English, then?" Hanna asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She doesn't seem too good with words." Aria murmured. "I mean-"

"A stutter doesn't affect writing." Emily snapped, causing the girls to frown. "Seriously, guys. Don't be jerks."

"It's just weird, okay?" Hanna said, making an irritated face.

"How?" Emily raised an eyebrow.

"I just get this vibe of crazy coming off her." Hanna shrugged. " She makes me nervous and I don't know why."

"Why don't you go talk to her?" Aria suggested.

"Because she stutters!" Hanna was whisper yelling. "And she cowers away from us like we're going to beat her up! I can't talk to someone if she's afraid of me!"

"Why not? Tons of people are afraid of you." Emily replied.

"Shut up." Aria grumbled, when the teacher turned his head. "He's looking."

Hanna whipped her head around and tried her best to look too bored for words. The teacher's gaze went right by them and over to a group of boys, who were throwing pencils into the ceiling, laughing when they got stuck. The blonde let out a slight sigh of relief when the teacher gave the boys a lecture about the importance of paying attention, at least she wasn't the one getting reprimanded. Bullet dodging was always one of her specialties.

"Just say hi if you want to know what's up with her." Aria mumbled, not looking away from the blackboard. "It's okay to make a new friend. We won't be too jealous."

"Gee, thanks." Hanna rolled her eyes and began to doodle in her notebook.