A/N: It's been awhile. Not too long, but it's been awhile. I've been busy with school and working on my other story On the Way Down. I also had an extremely bad case of writers' block for this story. But I got an idea... obviously...

Disclaimer: I still don't own it. I thought I had said it enough for it to be assumed.

P.S. If it wasn't obvious, this is Lucas's POV.

Of all the things you could've done, you had to go and get Caleb. You could've done what Mona had suggested, but that would've made you as bad as her. Like her. And you didn't want that.

If Hanna had found out, it would have made your already screwed up relationship even worse. You didn't know where you stood with her. Friends, enemies, the ever-so-girlish term frenemies? Or did she just think of you as the annoying geek who wouldn't leave her alone?

You could admit that you didn't really mind Caleb. He seemed like he could be nice, when he wanted to be, you guess. You didn't bother trying to get to know him. You knew you would hate him, just because he had, has, Hanna's attention, her affection.

So the decision to pick him up was difficult, almost impossible, to make. But you made it and are currently driving away as fast as you can from Hanna's house, where you dropped him off. As you park your car on the side of the road, you think things over.

You're happy you didn't listen to Mona. You knew she was lying. If Hanna hadn't returned your feeling before, why would she now? But, still, a part of you still wonders about the what ifs. What if you had tried to talk to Hanna now? What if you helped her through this whole Caleb thing? What if, after a while of you glued to her side, she did return the feelings?

But then you realize you can't kid yourself into anything. Especially when the pessimistic side of you throws in the other what ifs. What if Hanna found out you knew and didn't tell her? What if she hated you, even more than she more than likely does now? You sigh. Sitting here just wasn't helping. You pull back onto the road, hoping the wind from your open window will clear your head. And, of course, it didn't. You had a feeling it wouldn't.

It was too big of a risk. You could handle ignoring Hanna, but you couldn't handle her hating you. Maybe bringing Caleb back might make her try harder to talk to you. Maybe, your now overly optimistic brain thinks, maybe she'll not want to even see Caleb. Maybe she'll never want to see him again. Maybe she'll chose you...

And then the pessimistic side returns when you stop at a red light. You could hope and dream and want and just wish it would happen, but she will never think of you as more than a friend. And you're trying just so freaking hard to accept that. But you can't. You now it's true, but you just...can't.

It's not healthy. Holding on to a relationship that never actually existed. You really want to go up to Hanna and just say, "Thanks for contributing to my therapy bills." But it isn't her fault, so you won't say it. It isn't her fault you'll eventually be spending three thousand dollars in therapy just to let go.

You wonder why, of all people, it had to be Hanna you had to fall hopelessly in love with. At least, you think it's love. Great. Now your emotions are so jumbled up that you'll be spending another thousand on working through them with some stranger who probably doesn't even care, who will probably just think of another nutcase they have to treat. It's a good thing you do well in school. You're gonna need a high-paying job. Badly.

Right now, Hanna and Caleb are either making up or Hanna is screaming at him. The 'or' wasn't really necessary. You know they're making up. She was devastated when he left, for whatever reason he did.

That was one thing you didn't understand. You thought you did, but you're not sure. You don't understand why Caleb would leave, hurting Hanna in the process. But, at the same time, you do. He left because he thought that was what Hanna wanted, even though it was obvious (to you) that she didn't.

You never asked him. He didn't seem like the kind of person you wanted to piss of. You were afraid that if you did, he reach over, slam your head into something, effectively knocking you out, and then throw your unconscious body out of the car, driving back to Rosewood by himself. But, you know, at least it wasn't a paranoid way to think (and there goes even more money. Hopefully you'll be a well paid doctor).

The light still red, you think of the night of the dance, the worst night of your life. You thought that Hanna was finally returning your feelings. But then, as she was leaving, she turned down the offer for a ride, and you realize she would always be turning you down. It may be hard trying to get rid of any feeling you have for her, but it was hard for her to try to have any romantic feelings for you.

The more you think about it, you realize being mad at Hanna was kind of stupid. She just danced with you. It wasn't as if dancing meant going out or I like you. Maybe, after the love fest was over, you'll go and apologize. And, maybe, you can go back to being friends. If friends were all you were going to get, you'd take it, no matter how much therapy you were going to need.

And, with that, you drive home, wording and rewording you apology and just hoping she'd accept it.

A/N: That took a lot longer than I thought it would. Happy Mother's Day by the way. The next chapter, Caleb's POV, will explain a lotmore. But that chapter may be take a while to get up. I have an algebra practice final on Monday (it's required) and then I have the actual one on the 18th, so I have a ton of studying to do. I also have a final on the 19th, 20th, 21st, and I'm pretty sure there's one on the 22nd and I have no clue what class they're in. I love getting out of school, but I absolutely hate finals.