A/N I'm so sorry for not updating enough! I've been really busy with real life stuff, like exams and sports competitions! But I'll be updating really regularly soon! I promise. I have the whole month of June off from school, so loads of updates then. Till then, please be patient with me! I need to take time to write huge chapters for you! Here's a little snack for all of you first. :)


With the right amount of concealer and foundation, Hanna managed to cover up the bruise that was starting to form on her cheek. Note to self, never make the star football player angry. Of course, her mother did ask questions about the obvious handprint on her cheek, but Hanna looked away and lied every single time. Who would believe that the pastor's son was a violent alcoholic, slapping his own girlfriend?

Hanna's friends asked too. They asked that night when she got back to the rest of them, her eyes puffy from tears, and face flushed from running and being saved. When she didn't reply directly to any of their concerns though, they simply got ice for her cheek and treated her to ice-cream to feel better. If there were some things Hanna wanted to hide, they were okay with it.

The following Monday was treacherous to say the least. Not only did she have to make sure her bruised cheek wasn't showing she had to avoid three guys: Sean, Lucas and Caleb. She huddled in the center of her friends, so as to not grab any attention from the three "Unwanted-s". She opened her locker cautiously, and out fell out a note. She sighed; bending down to pick it up, noticing it had fallen on someone's shoe. That someone had apparently managed to sneak up next to her without her knowing. She looked up and looked directly into the eyes of Sean.

"Hey Hanna Banana," he said, a guilty smile on his face.

Hanna could tell he was just trying to butter her up, but it wasn't working. That slap was the last straw.

"We've already broken up Sean. Remember last night?"

"Right. I just wanted to tell you… I'm sorry." He put on his puppy dog eyes for forgiveness.

Hanna merely nodded, and grabbed her things quickly walking away. She went into her first period classroom, English with Mr Fitz, and settled down her things. She opened the note that was in her locker.

Meet me after school. 4pm. The Cupcake Café. You'll know who I am when you get there.

Hanna flipped the note to the other side and back. There was no name signed. She was partly afraid of who she might be meeting, but it wouldn't harm to go. Right?