I realized I have spoiled you by updating so constantly. I apologize for that but I cannot be held responsible for updating daily right now. I will do the best I can so suck it up. Here's another chapter. Its short but the next one will be longer and very important (*hint hint* A likes playing matchmaker and this time it works). Hopefully y'all enjoy it.

Hanna sat in her room for awhile before she even got dressed. She was so tired of the back and forth weirdness with Caleb. She wanted to be able to say all or nothing but she didn't know if she could handle nothing. Even though the somewhat together relationship they had was killing her. Why did he have to catch her? He would probably never forgive her for this. He had been crushed by Grace's eating disorder and now he had another screwed up girl to deal with. If he had loved this Grace girl he had been hurt by her. He wouldn't fall for another broken girl like her. Seeing her on the floor probably would have set them back substantially.

After processing all that, she decided she needed to get dressed. She couldn't lay around in the lingerie all night. Besides, she was always looking for an excuse to get dressed up and look sexy. She pulled out her best black dress and slipped it on over the lingerie. In her mind, if you're wearing sexy underwear you will feel sexy. Feeling sexy could make her feel good about herself and help her move on. Besides she could flirt with a hot waiter and rub her new body in what's-her-name's face. Now she was the better looking daughter, and therefore her dad would pay attention to her.

"Hanna, honey, it's time to go. Are you ready yet?" Mrs. Marin said as she knocked on the door to her daughter's bedroom.

"Yeah just a minute," she called back as she inspected herself in the mirror again, fluffing her hair a bit and blinking her eyes over the mascara wand another time.

"Caleb why aren't you ready yet?" she heard her mom's voice calling out again and she stopped dead still. Why would Caleb need to be ready? It sounded like…no…he couldn't be coming with them to dinner.

"Ready…for what?" Caleb stuttered. He knew exactly what for but he didn't like it. He was not ready to face Hanna yet and obviously she wasn't ready to face him either.

"No no. I think it would be good for Hanna to have a friend with her. Her step family can be just awful. I want you to come too. Now go get dressed," Ashley said going to her own room to put the finishing touches on her outfit of the evening. Sure her ex-husband was her ex but she still wanted to look hot and show off, make him regret it.

"Mom…do you know where…" Hanna began stepping out of her room where she expected to find her mom but stopped when she saw Caleb. He stood there staring at her in silence while she looked anywhere but at him, struggling to make a move.

"Hey," Caleb said breaking the stiff silence between the two of them.

"Hey," she replied slowly and nervously looking away.

"You look great," he said pulling her into a hug that she really needed. She still hadn't recovered from their earlier encounter. She probably thought he hated her and would never look at her the same, he couldn't let her think that.

"Thanks," she mumbled back as she pulled away and straightened her simple but stunning black dress.

"I…think we should talk," Caleb said pulling her into the guest room and away from the possibility of her mother hearing what he had to say.

"You need to get dressed," Hanna said as she tried to leave.

"Wait. I want to apologize," he argued grabbing her wrist, begging her to accept his apology and listen to the rest of what he had to say.

"Do you have anything good enough to wear?" she responded ignoring his comment.

"I was pretty much homeless until I moved in with you. Do you think I have anything besides this?" he countered motioning to what he was wearing. Hanna took one look at him and sent a quick text to Spencer.

"Hey can you ask your beau for a favor?"

"Depends on what…"

"Caleb needs to borrow some clothes…dinner with my dad…"

"Oh…good luck. Lemme check."

"Awesome. I totally owe you big time!"

"He says sure. Meet at his house in five."

"K thanks! :)"

"Come with me," Hanna said as she picked up her sparkly silver clutch and grabbed her nice coat. Caleb followed willingly hoping for another glimpse.

"Can we just stop this?" Caleb said while they drove in silence (that he was getting sick of) the short distance to the Cavanaugh house.

"Agreed," Hanna said focusing on the road but knowing exactly what he meant by this. She had been working up the courage to say the same thing.

"So…" he said, questioning what she meant by 'agreed'.

"So…what?" she said back. He had brought it up, he could keep it going.

"What are we then?" he asked, she had been the one to want a label before.

"I don't know. Can we just focus on getting through tonight without worrying about all that? Please? We can talk after dinner. I promise," Hanna begged as she pulled up outside Toby's house.

"Sure," Caleb said dejectedly, next time he would have to be more controlling and just ask her out.

Minutes later she sat at Toby's kitchen table talking with Spencer while Toby and Caleb searched for something that she would deem acceptable for dinner. Somehow the boys had become fast friends, probably bonding over the misunderstood bad boy exterior they both possessed while the girls talked about anything except A. Finally Caleb came downstairs and it took her breath away. Usually the guy said that but looking at him really did shock her. He cleaned up good. It didn't look like he was borrowing clothes in a last ditch effort to look presentable. He actually pulled it off, even with his sexy long hair.

"Approved," Hanna smiled as she looked over his outfit.

"Awesome. Thanks Toby. Let's go," Caleb said quickly ready to leave.

"Thank you so much," Hanna said as she followed him out to her car, where Caleb sat in the driver's seat ready to go. He obviously just wanted the night over now, and she did too. Neither one was looking forward to dinner.