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IX

Hanna spent most of her Sunday avoiding the text messages from her friends. She was grateful that even under the influence of alcohol on Friday night, she'd managed to ply them with a believable justification for her disappearance; she hadn't felt well and needed to go home. She'd just kept that lie going and used it as a reason to not meet up over the weekend.

In all actuality, she'd actually spent the two days trying to stop her Mom from freaking out at Hanna's admission that she didn't want to go to Cornell. She'd never expected her to be happy about it, but she'd also thought she would've been a little more supportive. She'd felt the inexplicable need to tell Caleb and his response of You want this, she knows that deep down, whilst not being overly sweet had comforted her and allowed her mind to settle.

She was going to stand by what she'd told her Mom. Cornell wasn't her dream. Somewhere else was.

On Monday, she strolled towards school and headed straight for her friends who were sitting round a table near the sidewalk, feigning a recovery from her illness. Three of them undoubtedly believed her, but the twinkle in Alison's eye told Hanna she knew better. Still though, she managed to turn the topic onto the blonde and Noel momentarily before Alison for once didn't want to be the centre of attention and turned her icy glare towards Aria who was looking more than a little sheepish.

"What happened?" Hanna asked, squinting in the sunlight at the petite brunette. She really didn't care that much but she knew Ali could be an unwelcome bitch sometimes.

"Aria's been sleeping with my brother," Alison filled in for her.

"I thought you were just helping him out with work," Hanna said dryly.

"That's what we all thought," Alison rolled her eyes, "Until she got thrown out of the club for having her tongue in his mouth and her hand down his pants."

"Like you can talk Ali," Emily shot. Hanna looked across at her; was that hurt in her eyes?

"Did you get thrown out too?"

"No."

"But she did go home with Noel," Spencer informed her.

"You went home with him?" Hanna's heart started to race. "To his house? In Rosewood?"

"Where else would we go?" Alison asked, her interest piqued.

"I don't know," Hanna tried to say as casually as possible, "His cabin or somewhere."

"His parents were away," Alison confirmed, "We practically did it in their bed."

"Ew, Ali!"

"What?" She shot a glare at Aria, "I wouldn't be surprised if you and Jason had done it in my parents' bed."

"Ali, stop," Emily implored.

"Why?" The blonde asked pointedly, "Everyone knows brothers are off-limits."

"They like each other," Emily argued, "They should be allowed to be together."

Thanks Em Aria mouthed.

Alison did little to hide her scoff, "I need a cigarette."

"It's 9am…" Spencer shot her a weird look just as the bell rang.

Alison rolled her eyes, "You need to get laid Spence," She said before she stalked off as she spotted Noel lingering on the steps, leaving her four friends rooted where they were momentarily.

Aria sighed and stood too, linking arms with Hanna, making a move to head inside. Internally Hanna felt relief that her secret was still safe for another day and as she squeezed Aria's arm tightly against hers, she could only grin widely at her friend. "Glad I didn't miss anything then."

Later that morning, Hanna found herself daydreaming as she sketched a new skirt on a random page in her Maths book. She'd zoned out as soon as Mr Pang had started talking about integration again and she didn't expect to come back into the real world until the bell went. As her pencil hit the paper, she thought of Caleb, she thought of their night together, she thought of everything he was making her feel. It was light, it was dazzling, it was free. And that was exactly what she wanted this skirt to represent. Maybe they could use it for their project together.

"Hanna."

She vaguely heard someone say her name, but she ignored them, pouring all her energy into her sketch.

"Hanna." The voice said again as a shadow suddenly loomed over her. She looked up to see Mr Pang stood right next to her, more than a little unimpressed.

"Hi Sir," She said meekly, grateful that everyone else seemed to have their heads down getting on with some questions they must have been set. It helped as well that her seat was in the back corner of the room and she seemed to be the last person he was coming to speak to.

He sighed, deciding not to reprimand her. Instead, he placed a piece of paper down on her desk, covering the sketch she'd been working on, "You're getting there," He said as she eyed the bright red 'C' that had been circled and underlined twice, "But maybe you should think about getting somebody from the tutor centre to help you."

"I already have a tutor," Hanna said stoically, flipping the paper over to have a quick glance at where she'd gone wrong. How much did FIT care about Maths?

"Then I would suggest you spend more time with them," He said before floating past back towards the front of the class.

She stared at the paper for another minute until the bell rang, pulling her from her thoughts. She had every intention of heading straight to lunch when a shadow appeared next to her again. She looked up, expecting to see Mr Pang reappearing to tell her off about her sketches but instead she came face to face with… Sean.

"Hi," He smiled at her. "How did you do?"

"Erm…" Hanna swallowed as she shoved her stuff in her bag, "I got a C," She said. "I guess it's better than last week."

"Nice."

"How did you do?" She asked politely.

"A," He grinned at her.

"That's great."

"Yeah, I guess Caleb's helped a lot," He said. Hanna smiled at him again, making a move to exit the classroom. She wanted her lunch. "About that," He added suddenly, "I just wanted to say to you that he's helped me a lot."

"You just said that," Hanna looked at him, a little confused.

Sean shook his head, not sure why he was so tongue-tied, "I was going to say that I don't want you to think that because of what's happened between us he shouldn't help you anymore."

"Oh."

"In fact, I'm gonna tell him that he should spend more time with you."

"Ooo-kay."

"Seriously Han," He started, "I know how much you want to go to Cornell and Caleb can help you get there."

"Right."

"I know he might not seem like a great guy, but Penny adores him, my Mom seems to have become attached to him and I guess I like him as well."

"Did he say something to you?" Hanna narrowed her eyes as they made their way into the hallway, both of them heading towards the cafeteria.

"No," Sean shook his head innocently, "You just haven't been around to the house since… since we broke up."

"Yeah," Hanna sighed. "I guess not."

"You should."

"Should what?"

"Come over…"

"Sean," Hanna closed her eyes, "We're not—"

"I know you don't want to get back together," He cut her off, "But I don't want you to not get to where you wanna be just because we're not together."

"Wow." Hanna rolled her eyes, unseen to her ex-boyfriend. Did he have to sound like such an egotistical idiot? "I'll spend time with him," She shot him a sarcastic smile; although she doubted he could read into it. "Thanks," She called, turning on her heel and walking in the direction they'd just come from. "Does he have to be such an ass?" She muttered to herself.

"Yes," She tried not to scream as the arm that accompanied the voice reached out and pulled her into one of the empty classrooms.

"Caleb," She gasped, holding a hand to her chest.

"Hi," He murmured, bending his head to press an open-mouthed kiss on her lips.

"Hi," She smiled up at him as he wrapped a territorial arm around her waist.

"I hope you weren't talking about me," He said, tilting his head to the side.

She sighed again, trying not to blush as he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, "Sean," She eventually replied, glancing over her shoulder as she heard a noise in the hallway.

Caleb pulled her further into the classroom, close to the wall so that they couldn't be seen. "He wants me to still tutor you," He smirked, his hand running under her top to caress the tender skin of her waist.

"I know," Hanna gulped and then frowned, "He said he hadn't spoken to you about it yet."

"So what do you say?" Caleb ignored the last part of her statement.

Hanna bit her lip, "You already are tutoring me."

"Tonight," He muttered, his nose nudging hers. "Let me tutor you tonight."

Her eyes closed as she took him in his scent, her heart racing as he simply enveloped her. "Where?" She breathed.

"The cabin." He pressed his lips against hers, "5pm."

She nodded as his finger grazed her jawline. "Tonight," She whispered. And then he was gone.

"What are you doing?"

Hanna slammed her laptop down, as Alison appeared next to her in the quad, her eyes naturally trying to figure out what the blonde was doing by herself as she stared at her laptop so intently.

"Ali," Hanna growled. "Do I look like people can sneak up on me or something?" She muttered to herself.

"Who else has?"

"Sean," Hanna gulped.

"What does that twat want?"

"Ali."

"What?" She feigned innocence, "He is a twat. Noel even says he's being an idiot to the boys on the team, mugging them off about extra practice for the past month."

"What?" Hanna's brow furrowed as she processed what Alison was saying. "Sean's been at practice every day."

"That's not what Noel says."

"Then..."

"What were you looking at?" Taking advantage of Hanna's momentary confusion, Alison stole her laptop and opened it up, her eyes popping as she looked at the page Hanna was on. "Why the hell are you looking at birth control?"

"I… I…" Hanna stammered, "I get bad cramps and it's supposed to help."

"Liar."

"Whatever," Hanna muttered under her breath, stealing her laptop back and slamming the lid down again.

"Han," Alison started slowly, "Did you and Sean have sex before you broke up?"

"No!" She all but shrieked, "God no."

"Then why are you looking at contraception?"

"Why not okay?" Hanna argued, "If I wanna go to a party and have sex then I need to be on the pill and that's not gonna happen by just sitting here and waiting for it."

Alison shook her head, "Why are you going to have sex at a party?"

"Why not?" Hanna yelled, shoving her laptop in her bag and standing up before she stormed off and left Alison thoroughly confused.

Hanna felt butterflies in her stomach as she parked her car up next to Noel's cabin. Her eyes scoured the building for any signs of life and she couldn't help but smile as they settled on the skateboard that was propped right next to the front door. She had no idea how her and Caleb had suddenly ended up in this situation but she couldn't deny the feelings it invoked with her and right now, she couldn't wait to see him.

She grabbed her bag that was on the passenger seat and made her way in, pushing open the door tentatively and calling Caleb's name.

"Hey," He appeared in front of her, coming from a room she'd never been in. She tried to peer round him to see what was in there, but he shut the door quickly and distracted her as his arms pulled her close to him.

It only took a moment before his lips had descended onto hers, caressing tenderly as his tongue probed at the seam. She suppressed a moan and instead tightened the grasp of her fingers as they weaved their way into his hair before he pulled back and simply looked down at her as she tried to regain some composure. She had no idea what he was thinking, but she smiled as he ducked his head to press another gentle kiss against her mouth. "Got your books?" He asked, separating from her and making his way down the hallway.

"My books?" She asked, following him into the living area.

"I said I'd tutor you," He said, taking a seat on one of the sofas. He held his arm out for her to join him, so she did, settling next to him but just far enough away so that he'd pull her closer. And when he did, it made her feel everything she thought it would.

"Oh."

"Sean texted me," He added. "He told me about your test."

"He shouldn't have done that," Hanna felt her stomach drop with embarrassment.

"Despite him being a bit of a douche," Caleb started, "He does care about you."

"A bit?" Hanna muttered under her breath.

"He doesn't get you," He said gently, brushing her hair behind her ear, "He thinks you're this all-American, Ivy-league attending perfect girl," He murmured, his thumb running down her cheekbone.

"And you do?"

"I can read you pretty well."

"Then who am I?"

"You're passionate about what you love," He told her, "Right now you're just starting to realise what you want," He whispered, "And it's not what everyone thinks you want," He said, "A different perfect," He whispered in her ear.

"Oh."

"Parsons are gonna care about your Maths grade."

Hanna tried not to let her mouth drop, "P-Parsons?"

"That's where you wanna go right?"

She swallowed, his words and his hands making her feel all sorts of off-balance. "Yeah," Her brow furrowed, "But how did you know?" Most people thought she wanted to go to FIT but she'd been to New York City so many times to see both of them and Parsons was just... her. He got... her.

"Like I said," He whispered as she moved to straddle his lap, her hair creating a curtain around them as she dropped her forehead down to rest on his, "I can read you pretty well."

She said nothing as his hands went to her waist, holding her in place as she tilted her head slightly before placing her trembling lips on his. Just when she thought she was starting to figure him out, he blindsided her. And whilst it made her think twice about every single thing to do with him, it also filled her with a thrill she wanted over and over again.

All of a sudden, he was taking control, kissing her harder as his mouth opened and their tongues met. Every time they touched she was taken to the same place with him; in bed with their naked bodies intertwined, in school with their lips hastily connecting, in the hallway with their hands reaching for each other. She wanted him now.

"Caleb," She breathed as they separated for a second, his hands pushing her black cardigan off her shoulders before he was tugging the grey tank top she had on underneath out of her skirt and over her head.

Her head fell to his shoulders as his hands cupped her bra-clad chest, thumbing the flesh that was almost spilling over the top of the baby-pink lace. And then his thumb was replaced with his mouth as he began to suck on the skin. She groaned, her eyes squeezing shut as she held him against her chest before she pushed him back, eagerly rushing his faded red plaid shirt down his arms so that she could reach the dark t-shirt he had on underneath.

"Hanna," He murmured after she'd pulled the offending material over his head and immediately reached for his belt buckle. "Slow," He encouraged her, one hand cupping the back of her head as the other weaved it's way up underneath her skirt. He pushed her panties to the side as she arched up a little, his fingers finding her already starting to get wet as they ran up and down her slit.

Her head dropped to his shoulder, her lips against his neck as two of his fingers danced at her entrance, tantalisingly pushing against it before they ran up to her clit and began to circle. "Is that good?" He whispered in her ear as she bit down on his skin to contain a mewl and his fingers rubbed her nub harder.

"Caleb," She gasped as he stopped and pushed his hand further down until he was teasing her entrance again. He moved his head and encouraged her lips towards her, their mouths meeting just as he pushed his finger in. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers lacing through his long hair as their tongues danced.

His fingers moved inside of her as they kissed, his hand squeezing her waist tightly as her inner muscles continued to tense around his digits. Her hips began to move against him and when his thumb found her clit she knew she was reaching the edge. So she stopped him, her hand jerking from his hair to his hand, pulling him away from her so that she could reach for his belt again.

This time he didn't fight her, letting her shove his dark jeans down as he lifted his hips for her. He wanted her so badly. He was scared that he needed her so badly.

He helped her along the way, kicking his shoes and remaining clothing off until he was naked and she was left in only her skirt. He wanted all of her and she only encouraged him as he reached for the zipper at the side, pulling it down with her panties. He blindly thought about protection but then she was consuming him again, her body wrapping around him as she settled right on top of his erection.

She reached between them, pumping him a few times as they kissed again and again before she was guiding him to her entrance and sheathing him in her wet heat. She felt pain again as he stretched her impossibly again, her body still becoming used to the size of him before it mellowed and she started to feel pleasure as she rocked slightly.

He let her take the lead, his hands roaming her body as she became more confident before they settled on her hips and encouraged her into a slow rhythm. "Good?" He asked breathily, opening his eyes to see her nod before their lips were pushed back together again.

He felt like he was so deep, deeper than he'd been before and Hanna found herself still battling with the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure. It was like he could tell what she was thinking, what she was feeling and as he reached down in between them to find her clit again, the pain disappeared and all Hanna could focus on was the indescribable place he was taking her to.

"I…" She stuttered as she dropped her forehead to his shoulder again, her eyes squeezed shut once more as she moved her hips more. His free hand laced through the back of her hair, holding her against him as he started to thrust his hips up into her, remnants of control starting to disappear as the feelings she was stoking within him began to become too much.

"Close?" He murmured in her ear, his eyes shut too as he pushed in even deeper.

"Uh huh," She gasped, her fingers digging into his skin as they both felt her muscles squeezing him.

"Hanna," He groaned as she finally snapped.

It was too much for him and as she sagged against him completely spent, he spilled himself inside of her and held her tightly, trying to hold onto the moment for as long as possible. They were still and silent, just the sounds of their ragged breathing filling the room as they clung onto each other.

She eventually found the energy to lift her sweaty forehead, resting it on his as their lips gently found each other. She sat back a little, smiling as he stared into her eyes before she kissed him again and then settled against his chest contently.

"We should do some Maths," He teased her, his hands splaying across her naked back.

"We should," She agreed, not making any effort to move. "Can we put some jazz on?"

"We can put jazz on."

Neither of them made an effort to move and the comfortable silence settled again until Hanna spoke once more, "Caleb?"

He looked down at her, his hands still in her hair as she stared up at him with her big doe-like eyes. "What?" He asked her gently, not sure what she was about to say.

"I really want to go to Parsons."

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