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A NEW MAN FOR HANNA?
"Hey, Hanna, it's me...Mike. Sorry I haven't been talking or calling or texting you in a while...I've just been trying to figure out our relationship...and where we stand. I..gotta go...but call me later? You don't have to. I want you to, though. Okay...bye."
Beeeeeeep.
Hanna's Palm beeped. A robot-like lady asked if she wanted to save the call or delete it and check for more messages.
Beep.
She deleted it.
Then she gently set her phone on her nightstand, wishing it would go away.
Mike had called her, leaving her tons and tons of voicemail. But she wasn't up to talking to him right now. Ever since there had been rumors that Mike was cheating on Hanna with Kate, her evil step-sister, Hanna just...let go. And letting go, she ignored Mike as much as possible. Which was hard.
Like when she would wait for him at the door of his 3rd period class so that they could walk to Chemistry together. Or binge on delicious, organic and not-gross lunches at Steam, the ''little cafe` around the corner" in the hall. Or even kiss/make-out/hug/show some kind of physical activity by everyone's lockers.
No, there was no more of that. Hanna had to be independent. Her own woman.
It'd been a while since she'd been on her own, to herself, not attached by the hip to her boyfriend. Perhaps it was a good thing...yeah.
Feeling perpelled, Hanna jumped off her swirly-patterned, white bed, throwing the silky covers off her body.
She reached for her phone again and stroked its smooth exterior. Not thinking, just typing, she sent a message to every boy on her contact list, inviting them to a super-cool party this Saturday at her house. Maybe she'd meet someone there.
Wait. What? All that talk about being an independent woman and now..this? Trying to find a new boyfriend?
Waddling over to her laptop on her antique desk, Hanna plopped down in a cool hand-chair she'd found in a thrift/furniture store with Aria.
Aria.
Even saying just her name made her think of Mike.
"God, stop it." she whispered to herself. "Just...stop."
There was no use in thinking about Mike.
That was partly the reason why she wasn't really talking to Aria at the moment, or any of her old friends for that matter.
Shaking her head, Hanna logged on Facebook, checking her profile page, notifications and messages.
Her old friends. Ali...
You really are a loser, Hanna. Don't be stupid...you're even a loser now...
The memory of Ali talking to Hanna like that was...implorable. But it wasn't anything new for Ali. She'd always been a bitch.
And even if Ali was alive, because Emily just revealed the secret that she'd left the door to the burning Poconos house open, just in case, so that Ali, not their Ali, could sneak out and stay alive, there wasn't anyway that'd she'd come back...right?
Unless she wanted to harass/stalk for Hanna and her old friends.
Nevermind. It was stupid to think like Emily, anyway. The only reason Em felt like that was because she had ''loved'' Ali. Ali was her ''crush''.
Hanna logged off Facebook and sat back in the hand-chair.
Beep.
One guy from her Algebra class, Hudson, texted her back:
Hanna,
I'll definetly be there! Awesome! Can't wait!
-Hudson ;)
Hanna smiled. Hudson had always had a crush on Hanna when they were in seventh grade. Maybe they could hook up; afterall, Hudson was more attractive nowadays. She recalled Ali saying Hudson "must be blind, because he can't see he's crushing on a cow with pimples".
God, why did everything Ali did still swarm her thoughts? It was so annoying. It was bad enough that A had practically ruined their lives...what if he/she came back?
Beep.
ONE NEW TEXT MESSAGE, her Palm read.
It was Spencer.
"Spencer?" Hanna questioned, glancing at her phone. Spence hadn't talked to her in forever. Why would she suddenly want to talk now?
Unless...
"No." Hanna whispered. "God, no."
She started to read Spencer's text:
FWD:Aria MontgomeryFWD:Emily FieldsFWD:
GOT A NEW TEXT FROM A! ME-
Beep.
A new text message interrupted Hanna reading Spencer's text.
ONE NEW TEXT MESSAGE: RESTRICTED, it read.
"No..no...no!" Hanna squealed with fear.
Of course, it was A:
Hannakins!
It was nice that Hudson's going to your "party", huh? ...too bad he has a girlfriend... ..oops...
Did he forget to mention that to you? Oh and btw, I'm back...and badder than ever.
-A