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"You're shivering," Caleb said watching as Hanna's body trembled with the cold air.

"I'm fine," she said slowly trying to look less cold.

"Here," he wrapped his arms around her and kept her warm with the heat from his body. "Is that better?"

"Yeah," she smiled. She could feel his hot breathe on her cheek as he slowly inhaled and exhaled. She couldn't ever remember being this cold before in her life. She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt his long hair tickle her face. She let out a tiny giggle.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Nothing," she smiled looking into his eyes.

His long stare gave her chills and she felt herself bite her lip uneasily. Caleb swallowed hard and a second later his lips were on hers. She leaned back lying on the ground as he climbed on top exploring her body with his cold strong hands. His lips danced across her neck as he slowly unbuttoned her top allowing his lips to make contact with the top of her breasts. His touch made her shiver and she let out a low moan.

"Wait," she breathed resting her hands on the waistband of his jeans.

"What?" he asked out of breath.

"Do you have something?" she said.

"Yeah," he smiled reaching into is back pocket.

Emily popped out of the pool and looked up at the timer. Fifty-eight seconds. Shit. Her times had nearly doubled. She looked up and saw a dark figure stumbling over toward her. She threw off her goggles and blinked clearing the fog from her eyes. That's when she recognized Erica. Hobbling over on her crutches.

"Hey," Emily smiled when she saw her. She jumped out of the pool and grabbed a towel to dry off.

"Hi," Erica replied.

"How you feeling?" Emily asked.

"I'm okay," Erica told her.

"I went to visit," Emily said. "You were sleeping, though, and I didn't want to wake you."

"You should have," Erica smiled. "I probably would have recovered faster if I'd seen you."

"I heard about the injury," Emily said. "I guess you're out for the season."

"Busted leg," Erica told her. "I've got a cast for six weeks and it will probably take another two months before I'm strong enough again."

"How did it happen?" Emily sighed.

"I don't really know," Erica replied. "They say I was hit by a car but I blacked out. I don't remember anything."

"I'm sorry," Emily told her.

"There's one good thing that's come of this," Erica smiled. "We don't have to keep this a secret anymore. We're not teammates this season."

"So I can do this?" Emily asked leaning in close to Erica.

She pressed her lips to hers and opened her mouth a crack to let their tongues touch. Emily felt warm in Erica's embrace. The droplets of water on her arms seemed to boil over and melt off her body. The combination of hot and cold gave her shivers as she melted in Erica's arms.

Spencer pulled up to Melissa's place. She parked her car in the looping driveway and hopped out pulling her red wool coat closer around her. She grabbed the dinner from the backseat and balance it carefully in her palm as she locked the door. Spencer walked to the front porch and rang the doorbell. No answer. She peeked inside but saw nothing. Spencer rattled the doorknob to find it unlocked and stepped inside.

"Melissa?" she called out.

She made her way to the kitchen were she put down the food and looked around. It seemed like someone was home. There was a tea that sat on the coffee table half full and the television was still on. Spencer ventured to the garage to find Melissa's car still parked. Maybe she's in the bathroom... Spencer thought to herself. Before she could come to a plausible conclusion, she heard a muffled scream coming from the downstairs closet. Spencer ran to the foyer and opened the door to find Melissa tied and gagged lying under the coats.

"What happened?" Spencer asked moving the gag and trying to cut her sister loose.

"Taylor!" Melissa pleaded. "He took her."

"Who?" Spencer asked. "Who's he?"

"I don't know," Melissa burst into tears as Spencer ran around the house looking for the culprit.

"I missed you," she heard a deep voice say behind her as she reached the upstairs landing. Spencer turned to identify her assailant.

"You," she breathed when she saw the same sleazy man that had tried to "help" her earlier.

"Didn't think you'd see me again?" he winked.

"How did you...?" she couldn't make sense of it all.

"The address on your GPS," he replied. "You should probably be careful about talking to strangers."

"What do you want?" she spat at him.

"I want you," he said inching closer to her and grabbing her waist. Then he placed his sloppy mouth on hers and shoved her against the wall tugging desperately at her red coat.

"Stop!" she pleaded trying to escape but to no avail.

Aria grabbed her books and looked out the window. She saw Ezra walking out of the library and bolted for the door to follow him. She struggled to ran after him with her short legs but managed to catch a glimpse of his dark hair as he crossed the street to their favorite cafe. As she approached she felt her phone vibrate in her jacket pocket. She pulled it out and stood on the edge of the sidewalk to read a text: Aria, every good teacher deserves an apple. Just make sure it's not a poisoned one. - A.

Aria stared at the message for a second and then looked up to find Ezra. He was long gone but she was not about to give up. She crossed the street looking for him only to be stopped in her tracks by an oncoming car. Her body collided against the steel body of the hood and then she fell onto the hard cement which knocked her unconscious.