Hanna blushed a deep red as she scrambled to step as far away from Caleb as possible. But it was too late. The woman had seen them laughing and standing closer to each other than most friends stand, and was now marching over to them with her arms folded across her chest.
"Um, Hanna. This is my girlfriend. Violet. Violet, this is Hanna." Caleb said awkwardly, not looking Hanna or Violet in the eye.
"Hanna? Who is she?" Violet screamed, looking Hanna up and down.
"Because she looks like she just jumped out of a plane." She said, smirking. Hanna frowned, hurt by that comment. Caleb was quick to defend her.
"Vi, don't talk to her that way!" He said. Violet rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything more. Hanna bit her lip and took a deep breath.
"I went to high school with Caleb, but I live in New York now. I look like this because I just spent three hours in a car driving here from there. Caleb and I…we're just friends." She whispered, feeling a shot of pain pass through her chest.
She looked up from the ground and got a good look at Caleb's snotty girlfriend. Tall and skinny, she could have been a model, and her curves only added to her beauty. Violet had long, chestnut coloured curls that couldn't possibly be natural, and full, red lips. Hanna cringed as she wondered how many time Caleb must have kissed them. Violet's hazel eyes were covered in eye makeup, and she was wearing a tight blue dress. She looked like she was about to go to a party. She also looked like the kind of a girl who got with a guy just so that she could brag about it. Hanna sighed. She could never compete with this girl, and she shouldn't have too. She had Trey.
Trey! Suddenly, Hanna remembered that she had told her mom that she would be home in ten minutes, and right now, she must have been out for over an hour. "I have to go." She mumbled, not looking up or even saying goodbye to Caleb before running off in the direction of her house.
"Hanna, wait!" Hanna heard Caleb call, but she just kept walking, hearing Violet taking out her anger on Caleb-accusing him of cheating-on her way back.
'Don't dry, don't cry.' Hanna thought to herself, blinking a lot, trying to hold back her tears. What was she thinking, going and looking for Caleb? Who was she kidding? Why would he still like her, after 4 years? He was successful, had a stripper of a girl as a girlfriend, and tons of money. Not to mention how attractive he looks. He could get anyone. Why would he go for a soon-to-be married woman that had left him for a career, and had broken his heart?
Hanna walked the rest of the way to her house, trying not to think about Caleb. 'I'll just forget him. Pretend this never happened, and that we were never together. I can't think about him anymore.' She told herself, as she knocked on the front door of her house. Her mother was quick to open it.
"Hanna! Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" Ashley screamed, pulling Hanna in for a hug. Suddenly, Trey came running towards them.
"Hanna, you're okay." He breathed, kissing his fiancé's forehead, when Ashley had unwillingly let go of her.
"Where were you?" He demanded, all softness in his voice gone.
"I was just walking around." Hanna said shrugging, wanting more than anything to just be alone.
"You said you'd be home in ten minutes!" Ashley exclaimed, raising her eyebrows.
"Well I'm home now, okay! I'm going to go change." Hanna said, exasperated. Ashely sighed heavily.
"You're killing me, Han." She muttered under her breath. Hanna rolled her eyes. This is not how she had wanted to start her trip.
Hanna trudged up the stairs to her bedroom and walked to the desk with the picture of her and Caleb on it. With saddened eyes, Hanna slowly turned the picture over, setting it down on her desk, the picture of the two facing down. She blinked back tears, and of course, Trey chose this moment to walk in the room. He took one look at Hanna's face and started freaking out. "Hanna, you're crying! What happened?" He said, pulling Hanna into his arms. Then he noticed the back of a picture frame on Hanna's desk. Trey raised his eyebrows, and still holding Hanna, he picked it up. He stared at the picture for a couple seconds, and Hanna was too numb to try to grab it out of his hands. Trey's eyes widened.
"Hanna, why is there a picture of you and Caleb on your desk?" He spat, saying Caleb's name with a tone of disgust, which made Hanna cry even harder.
"Why, Hanna?!" He said, louder this time. Hanna still said nothing. Everything was silent for a moment.
"I don't believe it. You were...with him, just now. Weren't you?" Trey asked, breaking the silence. Hanna found a spot on the ground that she chose to look at.
"You were out…with him…after just half an hour of being home…" He whispered, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Hanna finally looked up from the ground, only to see Trey exploding with anger. He threw the picture of her and Caleb across the room, giving a loud grunt as it flew out of his hands. It hit Hanna's closet door, leaving a scratch and making a very loud sound, then landed on her suitcase in pieces.
"Trey!" Hanna screamed.
"I don't want you to ever see that boy again! Not now, not tomorrow, not ever!" He yelled.
"Do you understand?" He added, stepping closer to Hanna, towering over her. She weakly nodded her head, wiping away her tears with her hand.
"Good." He said, backing away from his broken fiancé.
"Hanna! Trey! What's going on up there?" The two heard Ashley call from the first floor. Trey froze for a second, then collected himself.
"Everything's fine, Ashley, don't worry, we'll be down in a minute!" He said, as though everything really was fine. Hanna stood in awe. This was a side of Trey that she had barely ever seen. She didn't like it, and couldn't help but think about how Caleb had never exploded on her like this.
Caleb. Hanna ran to her suitcase the second Trey had left her room. She picked up the pieces of the picture frame and held them together, as though it would magically glue itself back together. They didn't. She let it fall back onto the suitcase, picking up the picture of her and Caleb instead. It had a scratch on it, straight down the middle. In between Hanna and Caleb. Hanna stifled a sob as she placed the picture back down on the suitcase.
Maybe Trey was right. Maybe she should just end whatever relationship that she had with Caleb. Maybe she should just stop seeing him. Maybe she should forget about him all together.
Maybe, this was for the best.
Here you go! I really hope you guys like this chapter, because the next one will be coming very soon! Loveeeee youu all!