"Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand? Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am? There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance to look into your eyes and see you're looking back."
[Hurt - Christina Aguilera]
Hanna spent the rest of the morning attending the other classes with Brit. She was upset and her friend noticed it, but she gave up asking what was wrong with her because Hanna kept answering it was nothing.
Hanna didn't know how she felt. She was completely stuck at the thought that Caleb was so close to her, and she didn't know how she would have managed to control that situation which seemed to be daily. She couldn't be able to do it. She couldn't be able to deal with those looks during the classes, pretending everything was normal. She couldn't be able to be indifferent in front of him. Because she wasn't uninterested to him, anything. Regardless of how much she was attached to Dave, she could never have been totally uninterested to Caleb. She would never have been over him. Never. And this thought was torturing her. Now that she had her life undercontrol, here all their securities were falling to the ground.
She would have gone out for lunch with Dave. And she didn't know if she would have been able to hide the inner storm that she was feeling inside. She had short time to make up some excuses to justify her possible weird act during the date, because Dave, punctual as very few people, came to pick her up outside the classroom.
"Hey!" he greeted, radiant.
Hanna just smiled, so Dave kissed her on the lips.
"Okay, lovebirds, I'm going to go eating something at the bar. Have fun! Hanna, I'm gonna wait for you in our room later... I remind you that we have to study art history!" Brit said, placing a hand on Hanna's shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll be back on time. Have a good lunch!" she replied, forcing the nth smile.
"You too! Bye, Dave!" Brit concluded.
Dave gave her a wink, then he put an arm around Hanna's shoulders and he walked towards the college's exit.
Dave took Hanna to a restaurant not really far from the college, elegant. He didn't care about money, especially if it was for Hanna. He was so in love with her.
"You're really quite today..." he started, in the middle of their lunch.
Hanna was eating basically nothing, playing with her fork, with the gaze down and without saying absolutely anything.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not feeling very well..." she replied shyly, blurting out the first excuse that ran throught her head.
"Do you want me to take you back to the college? Or maybe you wanna go home to your mother? Tell me what can I do for you, I don't like seeing you like this!" Dave replied.
"No, Dave, thanks. I'm gonna finish lunch and then I'm gonna go back to the college. You know, I have to study with Brit... We have an exam soon! I'll be fine, don't worry." Hanna reassured him.
"Fine. But try to eat something, okay?"
"Okay." Hanna said, forcing a smile.
She tried to eat at least the half of each dish, because she didn't want to make Dave worry.
Upon the lunch ended, Dave took Hanna back to the college with his car. He didn't live in the college residence, because he lived very close to it so he didn't need a room inside. He parked the car and he leaned in to kiss Hanna, but she didn't kiss back the way he was expecting.
"Hanna, what's up?" he then asked, sighing.
"It's all okay, don't worry." Hanna reassured him for the nth time, but trying to avoid his eyes.
Dave sighed again.
"Fine. I'm gonna call you later." he added, resigned.
"Okay, bye." Hanna said, getting out of the car and walking to the NYU's entry.
She spent the short time she took to reach her room to thinking about Caleb, like she actually did for her whole lunch and classes morning. She actually hadn't stopped even from the moment they broke up, but the fact that she had seen him again wasn't helping her to leave his memory, anything.
She put her keys in the door 209's lock and she walked in. Brit was sitting on her desk and she was using her laptop, of course not for study reasons but simply to hear some Pink's stuff on YouTube.
"Hey..." Hanna greeted, placing her keys on her nightstand and climbing on the bed.
"Hey, Han! You're early!" Brit replied, turning to face her.
"The lunch was shorter than I was expecting..."
"Oh, before I forget! When I came in here, I found that under the door..." Brit restarted, pointing at a note placed on Hanna's desk.
Hanna got up from the bed and took the note.
Meet me at the coffee shop outside of here at 6 'o clock. Please. -C.
The blood in her veins froze upon read those words. And she perfectly recognized the handwriting.
"It's for you, there's your name on the back of the note..." Brit added, looking Hanna still staring at the note.
Hanna shook her head, placed the note where it was earlier, and she climbed again on her bed.
"So? You don't say anything?" Brit asked.
"What am I supposed to say?"
"Do you have any idea about who could be?"
"No and I don't mind."
"Hanna, I know you're with Dave, but if I were you, I'd be curious and I'd go though, just to see who's this mysterious lover!" Brit said, giggling.
"He might be an idiot, it doesn't matter." Hanna mumbled, burying her head in the pillow.
"So you don't care if I go, then? I mean, if he likes you, he will like me too! We're both blonde, and plus I'm single unlike you, and..."
"Stop it, Brit. No one of us will go to that stupid date. We have to study for the whole day, don't you remember?" Hanna interrupted her, annoyed.
Brit shrugged.
"Fine, sorry." she added, then she turned back and shut her MacBook down.
Hanna got up from the bed and grabbed the art history book, then she sat at her desk, exactly beside of Brit's.
"I'm sorry, Brit, I've overreacted. It's just that today..." Hanna started, but her friend interrupted her.
"I know, you're acting weird since the beginning of the day. When you feel ready to talk about it, I'm here, you know it."
Hanna gratefully grabbed her hand and smiled at her, then she opened the book and the pair started to study together.
Caleb was in his college room, staring at the clock which was ticking the seconds that divided him from 6 'o clock. He was sitting on his bed, nervously chewing his nails, and he tapped his foot on the floor without any pace. It was only 4 'o clock, dammit. He didn't even know why he chose 6 'o clock. Probably to give Hanna enough time to think of what to do. He was asking if she had received his note, what she thought about it, if she would have come, if she has instead ripped it and sent him to the hell. He was asking every damn thing, while he felt his lunch returning from his stomach, with a wave of anxious nausea he had never felt before.
Eager, he got out of the college at 5 'o clock and he walked to the coffee shop. He was an hour earlier, but he didn't care. He would have waited for Hanna even for years. He stood there, beside the traffic light that parted the sidewalk where it was the coffee shop to the one where it was the NYU. There, he also saw a big clock that showed the time. He leaned by the traffic light and waited for Hanna that way, saying to himself that if she wouldn't have come, he would have let her free to live her life without intrude in it anymore.
A/N: Here is Caleb's idea :) what do you guys think..Will Hanna go to the date? And what do you think about this Dave guy? I'll wait for your reviews and thanks for those left so far :) I'll update as soon as I can ;) xx -Atramea.
