They were sitting in the Hastings' barn, talking about a plan Spencer had just been told about. She wanted this to end of course, she wanted that new A, or whoever it was, gone for good, but she didn't want Hanna to be put in danger either. It was her plan though. Well, her and Caleb's. She wasn't the jealous type of girl but she couldn't deny the fact that Caleb and Hanna had history together. They had been through a lot together and it's not something that just disappears like that.

She was sitting on a chair next to the couch they were both on, a glass of red wine in her hand. She had that feeling at the pit of her stomach when she was looking at them that didn't want to let go. She was angry, hurt and scared at the same time. She was scared that he was going to leave her for Hanna and for the first time in a long time, she was feeling insecure. She had the sensation of something burning inside her, like her chest was going to explode and she wasn't able to breathe properly. Emily must have seen her tightening her glass of wine a little too hard because she looked at her before asking what was her thoughts on the plan and the only thing she wanted to say was "honestly, I feel like I'm going to throw something at someone, I feel like someone's squeezing my heart right now and I can't breathe" but instead she just replied "well, I'm happy somebody finally came up with a plan, 'cause I'm all tapped out". Emily was obviously not convinced but all Spencer could really think about was Hanna enlacing her fingers with Caleb's saying that they would follow their plan no matter what. She rolled her eyes at them and quickly got up. She couldn't take it anymore; she couldn't watch them being all cozy on her couch with the man she gave her the green light to be with. She wasn't going to stay there and watch them get flirty, this was too much to handle.

She was pouring herself another glass of wine when Emily came to talk to her.

"Do you think Hanna's aware of the risks she is taking?" she asked her with concern. She wasn't sure that all of this was a good idea.

"Yeah Em, she knows" she replied harshly, "and she's trying to steal my boyfriend too" Spencer said to herself, her eyes shooting daggers at them.

"And you're just gonna let the two of them run this?!"

"It's their plan! What do you want me to do? Watch myself in between them on the sofa?!" Spencer had that look on her face which was saying "I'm fucking pissed off right now". She didn't even notice Caleb pulling out his hand out of Hanna's a minute ago, she was too angry to pay attention to anything anyway.

They left half an hour later.

"I'll be right back okay?" Caleb said, looking at her from the other side of the room while she was standing behind the kitchen counter looking very interested by one of her mom's campaign flyers. She wasn't looking at him; she didn't want him to see her on the edge of crying. She was feeling so angry that she preferred to turn around and put her glass into the sink. Maybe she was just going to do the dishes; distraction was a good way to take her mind away after all. It took a minute or two before she heard the sound of the barn's door being closed. Caleb wanted to see her face, to show her that nothing had changed between them but he knew she needed time and he wasn't going to force her in front of Emily and especially not in front of Hanna.

"Spencer, you're okay?" Emily had approached her from behind, gently putting a hand on her left arm.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" She replied harshly and quite ironically. She didn't want to be mean towards Emily but she knew she wasn't entirely supportive of her new relationship and she wasn't really in the mood for a chat about how she should have known that it would be complicated if she ever dated Caleb. She only wanted to say "fuck you all because what just happened wasn't okay, what Hanna just did was NOT okay".

"Okay… well, I'm gonna call Aria to fill her in on the plan, I won't be long".

Emily knew that this all situation was awkward but Spencer was as much her best friend as Hanna was and she wanted what was best for her, she wanted her to be happy. While she was on the phone with Aria, Spencer let herself remember the night following her encounter with Caleb in Madrid. She remembered how he had offered her to follow him to Morocco.

"A ferry ticket doesn't cost that much" he had told her, the breeze mixed with the sound of his low voice giving her goosebumps.

"Yeah…but I have to be back at Georgetown by the end of the month…"

"We'll skip Casablanca…"

She had felt a burning sensation inside her that night and he had looked at her in a way he never had before. They had smiled and laughed at the awkwardness of the moment; both feeling like the sudden heat wasn't because of the outdoor temperature.

She got out of her torpor when she heard the front door being shut down. She had her hand in the sink full of water and soap. She turned her head around to check if it was Emily but saw Caleb standing in the living room. Emily came from the bedroom at the same time and stopped in her gait.

"I'm gonna go see Aria at her parents' place, I'll call you okay?" she said, feeling like she had to let them alone. They needed to talk.

"You're sure? You can stay, don't feel like you have to go" Spencer said suddenly. She took a towel that was laying around to dry her hands with and moved out from the kitchen area.

"Don't worry, I have things to do anyway but call me if you need anything okay?" she told Spencer with a meaningful look, hoping she would understand that she was there for her.

"Okay, thanks" she replied with a small smile, "be safe" she added.

"I will" Emily said before she took her jacket and closed the door behind her.

The room remained silent since neither of Spencer or Caleb were talking.

"I'm gonna finish cleaning the kitchen" Spencer said, moving to the kitchen counter, not looking at him.

"Spencer, wait…" Caleb said, lowering his voice to be sure she heard him. And she did. She froze into place but didn't turn around, her back still facing him. She didn't hear him come closer but she could feel him brushing one of her hands with his from behind her.

"Don't act like that, please…" he said in a soft voice.

She closed her eyes. She wasn't used to feel that way, she didn't want him to see her that weak, to see the pain on her face.

"Spencer…look at me…" he pleaded, squeezing her hand, "Spence…" he repeated, taking her by the arm forcing her to face him. He put his hand on one of her cheeks and she closed her eyes again at the feeling.

"Talk to me Spencer…"

"Talk about what?!" She snapped, before shoving his hand away from her.

"Oh, come on Spence! Don't give me the cold shoulder!"

"I'll do whatever I want! And if I piss you off like that then why don't you just go hang out with Hanna instead?!" she shouted angry and frustrated.

"Why would I go hang out with Hanna?! Is this about earlier?" he asked, taken aback at her sudden change of mood.

"If you still have feelings for her Caleb, then tell her! Just go and tell her because I can't watch you too lingering on each other powerless! I won't be the girl who says pick me not her! I won't Caleb!" She was crying now. She had been fighting it for an hour but wasn't able to control it anymore. She put one hand on her mouth to cover a sob. Caleb moved from where he was standing towards her. He placed himself next to her and took her face in his hands, brushing her hair back to see her beautiful brown eyes. She looked at him and he smiled at her.

"Why are you smiling? There's nothing funny in what I'm saying right now!" she said with a reproachful tone.

"You're jealous" he said, his smile growing bigger.

"What?"

"Don't deny it, you're cute when you're jealous" he said, still smiling. She was now standing in front of him. She was a bit smaller than him and was stuck between Caleb's body and the counter. She put her hands on his clothed chest and met his eyes with hers, pouting.

"Don't make fun of me" she wanted to rip that smile off his face. It was driving her crazy and all she wanted was to feel his lips on hers and his hands on her skin.

"I'm not, I kind of like it when you're jealous and you were quite hot when you started shouting" he whispered, kissing her just below her ear. She couldn't help but smile when he finally crashed his lips on hers.

"I'm still mad at you, you know" she mumbled against his lips.

"She was the one flirting with me Spence, and I pulled my hand away immediately, you just didn't see it and I don't want to get back with Hanna because I have feelings for a very smart and attractive brunette. I actually have a huge crush on her" he slowly said while moving his fingers up her right arm, looking at her seductively.

"Is that so..? And what is she like…?" she asked flirtatiously. She had totally forgotten how upset she was and only wanted to feel his hands on her.

"She's sexy…like very sexy", his hands were now moving up her body making her want for him almost unbearable, "She likes coffee and drinks way too much of it for her own good"

"Hey!" she said hitting him playfully on the shoulder.

"She can be quite bossy sometimes as well" he continued, holding his shoulder where she had hit him, grinning.

"Caleb!" She laughed. He was such a dork.

"But I love it when she laughs" he said caressing her lips with his thumb, "there are so many things I love about you…"

He was looking at her in such a way, she was sure he was going to be the death of her.

"Are you sweet talking me so you can get me into your bed?" she asked him amused, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, technically, it's your bed", he murmured, reaching for her hips so he could make her sit on the kitchen counter, "but I can get you anywhere anyway"

"Cocky enough?" she smiled, hooking her thin legs around his body and encircling her hands around his neck.

"I really don't feel like talking right now" he whispered on his lips, softly brushing her nose with his and caressing her long bare legs.

"What do you want to do then…?" she whispered back, slowly losing control. She was intoxicated by his scent and she couldn't help but moan when, as an answer to her question, he bite on her earlobe.

"Caleb…" she half moaned, her fingers gripping on the hair at the back of his head.

"Yeah…?" his voice was husky. She looked at him and when she saw the burning flame of desire in his eyes, she finally gave in and crashed her lips on his.