Warning, this contains very strong adult themes. Read with caution.

Guest - single bed against the wall with bedside table on the right

Guest - they're not going to meet him for another few chapters yet

Guest - might write some of the gifs, really depends if the scene fits. If not, I may post a deleted scenes chapter at the end.

Enjoy below...

XI

Hanna left school early on Friday afternoon, convincing Alison to ditch with her so that they could go and get ready for Noel's party at the cabin properly. After her week at school, she wanted to look really hot for Caleb and that required Ali's help. The blonde seemed infatuated too with her own party host and so it had only taken one comment for her to agree to marching out of the school gates.

They headed straight to Ali's house, both of them knowing she had both a better selection of liquor and outfits that were suitable for getting drunk and hooking up in the woods with and in.

"What do you think?" Alison asked, stepping into her bedroom in a black leather mini skirt and mesh see-through top.

"You look amazing Ali," Hanna said sincerely. She'd always though Alison had a great figure; clothes just seemed to dance across her body in all the right places. It was completely different to her own opinion of herself - she'd always have her stumpy legs and fat pouch that never seemed to shift no matter how many times she threw up.

"I know," Ali tilted her head as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Do you think Em and Ben are going to do it soon?" She asked after a slight pause.

"Probably," Hanna shrugged, taking a sip of her vodka mixer that they'd made. "They seem pretty into each other."

Alison scoffed, unable to hide her disagreement. "If that's into each other, I'd dread to think what out of each other looked like."

"You don't think Em likes him?" Hanna asked, standing up and heading towards Ali's wardrobe.

"I know she doesn't like him."

"Then why is she with him?" She said, pulling out a white jumper dress that was soft to the touch.

Alison watched her take in the dress, stroking the sleeves before holding it out in front of her to look at it again, "Try it on Han."

"Okay," She agreed, turning around to pull her t-shirt over her head before replacing it with the dress and shoving down her jeans underneath. "Is it nice?" She asked nervously, stepping out of the denim and heading straight for the mirror.

"I hate how your boobs look good in anything."

"They're covered up?" Hanna frowned, looking down at the material that came up to her neck.

"But they make this," She grazed her hand along the hem of the dress, their eyes meeting in the mirror, "Skim your thighs instead of drown them."

"I guess."

"They're great tits Han. Don't underestimate the power they have over a man."

"Thanks."

Alison eyed Hanna up as she reached for her handbag and began to rifle through it for her make up. "So who've you got your eye on tonight?" She asked, trying to decipher exactly what was going on in Hanna's head. Post-Sean Hanna was different.

"Anyone but Sean," Hanna muttered as she began to touch up her foundation. "I hope he's not even there."

"I doubt he will be," Alison told her, "Noel says he just keeps on getting weirder and weirder. He's literally disappearing for hours at a time and skipping weights sessions. He used to do them religiously."

"I know."

"God, thank god you ditched his ass. Even if he is on for a full ride, I bet he was rubbish in bed."

"I wouldn't know."

Alison snorted, "Thank even more god you didn't lose your v to him."

"You're telling me," She murmured under her breath as she began to contour her cheeks. "He has a small dick anyway."

Alison threw her head back laughing as she collapsed back on her bed, "And how many dicks have you seen?"

"Enough to know," Hanna said calmly, applying her blusher and then highlighter. "I hate the way he made me feel," She muttered, more to herself than her friend.

Alison propped herself up on her elbows, thinking about what Hanna had said. "You know you've changed Han," She started, "You used to be afraid of going to sex ed and now you're talking about dicks like they're cookies."

"I was stupid back then."

Alison didn't say anything, her eyes burning into the back of Hanna's head. "Are you sleeping with someone?" She asked bluntly, waiting to see her friend's reaction. When she got none, her mouth dropped open, "You are."

"I'm not," Hanna quickly denied. "But there is a guy I fancy."

"Oh yeah?" Alison bought it too easily. "Do I know him?"

"He's from Allentown. I met him when I was there the other day."

"Why were you in Allentown?" Alison raised an eyebrow, bringing her cup to her mouth.

"I had to see a doctor and I didn't want my Mom to know about it."

"My my," Alison smirked, "You really are earning some bad girl stripes aren't you?"

Hanna ignored her question, starting her eyeshadow as she changed the topic, "Are you talking to Aria yet?" She trailed off, prompting Alison to start a scathing rant about their friend.

Hanna tuned out, nodding when she thought she had to and making agreeable noises when Alison looked at her expectantly. But her brain lingered on Ali's question about bad girl stripes... If only she knew.

By the time Hanna and Alison finally made their way up to Noel's cabin, the music was already pumping and the alcohol was clearly flowing for those who'd decided to show up. The girls were already there too, although Alison did her best to completely ignore Aria as she brushed past her to greet Noel.

"Where have you guys been?" Emily asked as soon as Hanna stopped in front of them, "You skipped last period."

"I know," Hanna nodded, "We had stuff to do."

"Well can you 'do' stuff outside of school hours?" Emily growled, "I had to pair up with Bridget because you weren't there and you know how bad her breath smells."

"Sorry," Hanna rolled her eyes as she pulled her into a hug. "I promise I'll be present with minty fresh teeth next week."

"Thank you," Emily sent her a grateful smile, "Want a drink? I need a refill anyway."

"Sure," Hanna nodded, squeezing her hand as a thank you before she turned to Aria. "Ali's on the war path so don't mention anything to do with Jason to her."

"I don't think she'd let me look in her direction anyway," The brunette muttered, sharing a knowing look with Spencer.

"It's fine to like people who are different," Hanna reassured her, "She knows that deep down," She added, "But she's used to everyone being focused on her - including her brother."

"Don't I know it," Aria rolled her eyes. "He is really good in bed though..." She trailed off.

"Aria!" Spencer exclaimed, "I still can't believe you lost your virginity before me."

"Why not?" Aria frowned, prompting her and Spencer to get into a debate about her current relationship or non-relationship status with Toby. Hanna left them to it, following the route Emily had taken into the kitchen to grab a drink whilst keeping a look out for Caleb. She had an undeniable urge to know he was there, to see him, to feel him for herself. She thought she caught a glimpse of him next to Ali and Noel who were engaging in more than a little PDA, but when she looked again he wasn't there; she convinced herself it was her desperate mind playing tricks on her.

God, she really was becoming obsessed with him. She craved the way he made her feel.

"Han," Emily called for her, a red solo cup held out in her direction.

"Thanks," She smiled, suddenly feeling a little overdressed compared to everyone else mingling around her. Her black high top converses fitted right in, but the blazing red lipstick she'd put on made her stand out a little too much for her liking. There was still the old Hanna Marin inside of her, lacking confidence like she always had done.

"I love your dress," Emily said, reaching out to touch the material covering Hanna's arm.

"It's Ali's," Hanna commented distractedly. She didn't notice the frown that crossed Emily's face as her eyes roamed the room for any sight of Caleb.

"I didn't realise you skipped with her..."

Hanna didn't have a chance to respond as Ben Coogan appeared, pulling Emily into his arms and guiding her towards the back of the room by themselves. Hanna didn't want to know what they were about to get or not get up to and she certainly didn't want to spend time in the kitchen by herself looking like a loser either. She replaced what little she'd drunken from her cup and headed for the door, stepping outside in the night air to cool down. She had to get a grip on herself, not go loopy because she couldn't see a mysterious long-haired teenager anywhere.

"Don't be her," She shook her head as she walked towards the edge of the woods. She wouldn't be that girl again, desperate for a boy to be into her as much as she was into him.

She'd just about settled herself on a log in the dark when the kitchen door opened again, revealing Caleb without his top on, his long hair flipped over onto one side as he looked around in the night sky. She had no idea if he was looking for her and not enough confidence to call out and ask, so she sat there in the dark and watched him pull first a cigarette and then his phone out of his pocket.

He lit up and held the cigarette between his lips as he furiously typed out a text on her phone.

You better not have bailed on me

Hanna's phone lit up in her lap as his message came through. She smiled. Maybe her feelings were quite so isolated.

I can see you

She sent straight back, holding back a laugh as she watched his head jerk up once he'd read the message. He spotted the light from her phone illuminating in her lap and shook his head, taking another drag as he jogged over to her.

"Hi," She murmured as he got closer.

"You hiding from me or something?" He asked her, not giving her a chance to respond as he leant down and pressed a hard kiss against her lips. She felt his free hand tangle in her hair, holding her in place as he pulled back enough to bite his lip and take in her face, before he dived straight back in for more. "Been looking for you," He murmured, running his thumb along her cheekbone.

"I've been hiding from everyone else," She told him as he stood back up straight, drinking everything she was in.

He held his hand out for her, pulling her against him before he hooked his arm around her neck. "Fuck," He muttered, getting a better look at her face as the light from the cabin glowed into the night. "You are so gorgeous," He whispered, their eyes pooling into each other's before he couldn't resist kissing her again, letting his lips linger over hers as her hands gripped his skin. "You put red all around my mouth?" He grinned, letting his hand hooked around her graze her jawline.

She nodded, biting her lip to fight a smile before she brought one of her hands up and rubbed at his lips with her thumb. "Better," She mumbled, burying her face in his neck as he pressed his lips against the side of her face. "Where's your top?" She asked, stealing another kiss.

"Inside. You gonna come with me?" He asked her quietly, both of them instantly separating as the kitchen door swung open. Caleb pulled them a little further into the woods, shielding them from the light as they watched Ben follow Emily out onto the patio.

"Why are you being like this?" The brunette yelled, trying to grab onto her arm as Hanna flinched next to Caleb. Emily shrugged him away and paced forward, a worried frown marring her face.

"It doesn't feel right."

"We will have to have sex at some point Emily."

"Can you stop talking about it?"

"Why?" Ben yelled, "Sex between a boyfriend and a girlfriend is normal."

"Then maybe we should break up," Emily yelled back, turning on her heel and making a move to step round her boyfriend. But he blocked her and pushed her back, taking her by surprise, "Ben!"

"You're not going inside," He said angrily, shoving his mouth onto hers.

"Get off me," Emily did her best to push him off her, but he grabbed her harder, forcing her to stay in front of him as he tried to kiss her again.

"Hey!" Caleb stepped out of the dark, ditching his cigarette in a flower bed as he moved towards the couple. "She said no idiot."

"I know you're friends with Noel but don't go thinking you can stick your nose in bro."

"Emily, do you want him to get his hands off you?" Caleb asked calmly, sending her a reassuring look. She nodded. "Are you gonna take them off?" He turned to Ben.

"Are you gonna make me?"

"I will if I have to," He said stoically, "Take your hands off her."

"No."

Caleb immediately pulled his fist back and launched it at Ben, hitting him in the face, sending him reeling back in shock and prompting Hanna to come running out of the woods towards them, "Caleb!" She yelled as Ben lunged straight back for him. But he leant back, narrowly avoiding the first that went past his nose.

"That's enough," Caleb grabbed the black-haired boy by his shoulders, shoving him roughly up against the wall. "Don't go near her again," He warned him, letting his grip on him loosen as he pushed him towards the door.

"You know one call and I could have this whole place shut down," Ben warned him, holding his face where Caleb had hit him. "Doesn't matter how many white housewives you're selling marijuana to; the cops will throw you in jail."

"Do that and you'll face the wrath of Kahn," Caleb murmured. "Don't be a dick."

With that, Ben disappeared back into the house, leaving Emily a little shaken with Hanna who was half concerned about her friend, half concerned about the state of Caleb's fist. "I can't believe you punched him," She shook her head, pulling his hand into hers so that she could inspect the damage, uncaring of Emily seeing her so close to Caleb.

"He deserved it," Caleb shook his head, "You okay?" He asked Emily, raising an eyebrow and pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket again.

"Thanks," She nodded and smiled tightly, "He was really drunk tonight."

"Hey, no means no," He reassured her, taking a drag before offering it to her as he ran a casual hand down the back of Hanna's hair. "Trust me."

Emily took the cigarette from him, inhaling before letting out a deep breath. "That feels a lot better," She sent them both a shaky smile, "Lucky you were both out here," She whispered, more to herself than them. "Are you two...?" She trailed off as she noticed their body language, how close they were, how comfortable they were.

"Don't say anything," Hanna begged her with her eyes. "Please."

"Of course I won't," Emily frowned and shook her head, "But why are you keeping it secret?"

"People don't need to know," Hanna said quietly, looking down at the ground. "Sean... My family..."

"They'll be happy for you Han. You know they will."

Hanna scoffed, "My Dad loves Sean more than he loves me. I'm not sure I can sit down on Sunday evening and say, hey, sorry I dumped that boy you wanted as a son but I'm now fucking his foster brother, yeah, that one that you heard about having a criminal record but please be happy for me."

Emily swallowed quietly, not missing the intimate details Hanna had just divulged. "Well I'm happy for you," She whispered, handing Caleb his cigarette back before pulling Hanna into a tight hug. "I'm gonna go find Aria," She said, "Say thank you from me."

Caleb waited for her to disappear before he turned to Hanna and stubbed out his half-finished cigarette. "Let's go inside," He told her, his mood dropping instantly as more sober thoughts filled his mind. Sometimes things seemed too familiar, he thought, heading straight back into the throng of party goers with Hanna behind him.

"Are you annoyed? I'm sorry I told Em." She muttered unconfidently, trying to stay on his tail as he headed towards a room that was usually out of bounds right at the back of the cabin. "Where are we going?" She pushed him again as he opened the door and let her in before immediately shutting and locking it behind her. She just wanted him to talk to her, but he'd shut down so quickly.

"Where the fuck have you been?" A male voice snapped in Caleb's direction. "I was supposed to be done 30 minutes ago," A bearded man with tattoo sleeves on both arms stood up from the sofa, a cigarette in his mouth.

"Sorry," Caleb simply said, "I had to punch some twat who thought it was okay to force his way onto a girl."

The two shared a look that wasn't missed by Hanna who was stood silently near the door, trying to keep one eye on Caleb whilst figuring out where they were. There wasn't much in the room, just a ratty old sofa, coffee table and some equipment that seemed to be resting on it. She squinted a little, trying to make it out but focused back on the two of them as the black-haired man looked in her direction.

"And who's this?"

"This is Hanna," Caleb turned to her, holding his hand out for her again. "This is Tommo. He's an old friend."

"Hi," She said meekly, waving at him tentatively as Caleb squeezed her other hand.

"Hey," He grinned, making her feel instantly relaxed. She had no idea who he was, but if Caleb trusted him - which it seemed like he clearly did - then she trusted him too. "Come on then," He nodded towards the sofa, "I've got to get going soon."

"What are you doing?" Hanna asked as Caleb climbed onto the couch, lying down on his front with his back angled towards Tommo.

"Getting a tattoo," He replied simply, "Fuck," He spat as Tommo started up the electric needle that had been on the table, "I was supposed to have a nicotine buzz to do this and that idiot's just messed it up."

"Try not to scream like a baby," Tommo muttered as he brought the needle towards Caleb's skin after prepping him. Hanna watched as it pushed into Caleb's skin, turning it red as Tommo followed a design that had clearly been agreed. It was only as Hanna stared at the trail of blood that was being left behind that she noticed the ink that was already etched just above where Caleb was getting his new tattoo. How had she never seen it before? They'd been naked... a lot, and yet she had no clue that he had something permanent etched into his body. She rolled her eyes at herself; not like she'd been staring at his back as she focused on being good in bed.

But now she wanted to know if there was anything else he had on his body. Any other secrets he was hiding from her. Of course there were secrets, she chastised herself, but she should have been able to know if he had a pizza slice tattooed on his butt or not.

She creeped forward, desperate to see exactly what he was getting tattooed and tried not to gasp as her mind rationalised what she was seeing. Penny.

It was tiny, but it was there. He was getting Penny's name tattooed and she had absolutely no idea why. She stared a little harder and that's when her eyes caught sight of the black letters that were already permanently etched into his skin.

Kennedy.

Who was Kennedy? Her heart started to race a little faster as she tried to remember if he'd ever said that name before, ever mentioned the name in passing to someone else, ever mumbled something in his sleep. There was nothing. She swallowed, trying to moisten her mouth that had suddenly turned dry; who got a girl's name tattooed on them when they were god knows how old? Who was she? What did she mean to him? A string of jealousy suddenly surged through her body; she wanted him to be hers and hers only. She was the only one he should be baring his soul to, baring enough to to get her name tattooed.

"You're done mate." Tommo's voice pulled her from her thoughts as Caleb sat up, cussing under his breath.

She watched him glance in a mirror that Tommo was holding up for him before he sent him a snort nod, running a hand down his face, "This has seriously killed my buzz," Caleb muttered.

Tommo shoved the mirror in his rucksack before rustling around and pulling out a small plastic bag with white powder in it, "I've got this if you want it back," He muttered, chucking it at his half-naked friend.

Caleb eyed the bag before warily looking up at Hanna. It didn't go unnoticed.

"What is it?" Hanna asked, confidently stepping forward to try and take it from him. But he jerked it away from her, pulling her down onto his lap instead and wrapping his arm around her waist as Tommo covered his tattoo.

"Coke," He told her, pressing his lips against her exposed neck. "You don't want it," He told her as Tommo packed all his stuff away.

"Are you having it?" She whispered, turning her head to look him in the eye.

"Maybe," He sighed, "Your friend's boyfriend fucked my night up."

"Ex-boyfriend," Hanna said firmly as he encouraged her off his lap and stood up, reaching into his back pocket for a ratty wallet. He pulled out a credit card and dollar bill before Hanna watched as he proceeded to crush the bag with the card. "I want to do it."

He paused, looking up at her before sharing a look with Tommo. "She's your girl," He shrugged, answering Caleb's silent question.

"How much have you drunk?" Caleb asked her as he began to cut the powder with the card on the back of his phone.

"Only at Alison's."

"Babe," He sighed, "This isn't weed."

"I know," She dropped to her knees next to him, running her arm across his shoulders as she leant forward to gently capture his lips with hers, "I want to do this with you."

He stared into her eyes, trying to tell how drunk she really was. He blinked and shook his head; he was finding it harder and harder to say no to her. "Fine," He agreed, "But you're only doing one line," He muttered, lining it up for her before rolling up the note. "Okay?" He asked her, watching her closely as she nodded before moving her head down to inhale the powder up through the bill.

She handed it silently to him, watching as he prepped his own line before breathing it up into his nose. He threw his head back, running a hand through his hair as he remembered exactly why he'd felt the need to do this. "Tommo," He handed it over to his friend who shoved it back in his bag as Caleb reached for his wallet again. "Here," He handed him two twenty dollar bills.

"Call me," Tommo reached out to shake his hand before he quietly let himself out of the room. Caleb followed him to the door, locking it behind him again leaving him and Hanna alone once more. He turned around to look at her, sat on the sofa with one hand in her lap as she rubbed at her nose with the other.

"Do I have anything?" She trailed off as he sat down next to her, pulling her back onto his lap.

"No," He shook his hand, grabbing her hand and pulling it towards his mouth to press a tender kiss against her skin. "You feel it?" He asked, his fingers dropping to her bare thigh, running up under the hem of her dress.

She nodded, his eyes and his touch sending her mind in only one direction. There was no going back now. She dropped her head down, pushing her mouth onto his hard as he fell back against the sofa, clinging onto her waist as she moved her legs and straddled him, her hands running through his hair as they kissed and kissed and kissed.

He pulled back, both of them gasping for their breath as the thumping of the music filtered through the walls. He only had to take one look at her face to know he was falling.

She was breaking down his walls, making him feel things that he swore he'd never feel.

He reached up to gently tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I'll get your name next."

I got asked on Twitter if Caleb is an addict. Hopefully this makes it clear that he uses drugs as an escape. He's balancing using them with his feelings for Hanna. She's his new drug. Review?