After Hanna had put the pizza in the oven, she sat down at the table next to Lucas who was on his phone, checking some of the online bids for her cute, beige trench coat. In the easy silence she examined his profile – wondering to herself how he had managed to become so unpopular, because he was actually pretty cute... not traditionally, no, not like her Ken doll boyfriend, but still.

"Sorry about that, Hanna," he said. "I didn't mean to ignore you. Hey! I found this really awesome youtube video, if you go get your laptop we could watch it while the pizza bakes?" Lucas offered.

Hanna smiled in agreement and got up, bounding up the stairs when suddenly, right as she was about to open her bedroom door she felt the vibration of her cellphone against her leg. Her stomach dropped as she began praying and begging to God for this to just be one of her friends. With a slightly unsteady hand she pulled it out and flipped it open only to discover she had no such luck.

What's this? Is princess Hanna taking a liking to the pauper? Well, it is much more suitable for Hefty Hanna. Enjoy your pizza! - A.

Hanna ran to the hallway window, looking out, trying to see if there was anyone on the street who could be looking in at them – but it was completely devoid of people. Suddenly she got an eerie feeling, and wondered if maybe, A. had been in her house – was in her house still.

She had to get rid of Lucas. He didn't have anything to do with this, and she didn't want him to get hurt. He was her friend. Hanna shook her head, trying to soothe her frazzled nerves and went back downstairs, sans laptop, trying to figure out how she could kick Lucas out without seeming like a complete bitch. Especially since he had just spent his Friday night mowing her lawn.

As Hanna rounded into the kitchen she saw that Lucas had taken the pizza out of the oven, and was making quick work of slicing it. On the table, their glasses had been refilled with lemonade. She blinked slowly. How long had she been upstairs? It hadn't felt that long.

"Oh, hey! I hope you didn't mind that I set up a little," Lucas said. "I felt bad about you doing all the work. Hey, where's your laptop, Hanna?"

"Uh," she took an shaky breath, looking towards her living room where a closet door was open. Had that been open before? "Yeah. You have to go."

Not exactly smooth, she though. She watched Lucas digest what she had said, and the hurt seep into his dark eyes. God, hadn't the plan been to not be a bitch? But he had to get out of here. Sure, the threat hadn't been exactly threatening towards him, but she couldn't risk it.

"It's not that I don't... uh, don't want you here. We're friends. It's just that –" she just cut off as her phone vibrated against her leg. She visibly jumped at the feel and then shakily took it out again.

Girl's night being cut short? Guess maybe I should get back home, too. - A.

"Hanna, what's going on?" Lucas asked, concerned.

"Nothing," Hanna said. "Everything's fine."

Quickly, Hanna moved over to where Lucas had left his sweater and handed it to him. He walked over and took it from her, grabbing her hand tentatively in his own.

"Hanna, you're shaking. Just tell me what's going on?"

"You just... you can't... be here right now," she told him.

"Okay, I got that," he said slowly. He was quiet for a moment, lost in thought and then suddenly spoke again. "Do you have to be here right now?"

"Well, I... no," Hanna said. "I guess, no."

"Okay, so you can come to my house. My parents aren't home – not that, I wasn't trying to imply anything by that, just that it'll be quiet there and... I mean, my internet connection is probably way faster than yours anyway."

"Yes!" Hanna exclaimed. Her mom wasn't coming home tonight – one of her random nights to herself that she took to unwind. "Yes, let's get out of here."