By the time Lucas had gotten home to turn on his computer, he had rehearsed twelve different apologies in his mind for Monday morning, if he could catch her before her first class. He hadn't meant to cause such a rift between them, but when Sean had called her, well, what he had called her – it was as if something had snapped in his brain.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, so he decided to play The Sims to get his mind off of it – except he had forgotten that Sims Lucas had a tiny little life with Sims Hanna, and he just couldn't get away from her, or his feelings for her. He groaned and cradled his head in his hands and stayed that way for a good fifteen minutes, just trying to wish away the part of the night when he had angered her.

He had just went to lay down on his bed, and continue to berate himself some more mentally, when he heard the familiar tune of his cellphone. Rolling over, he checked the caller ID and hurriedly opened it, pressing it against his ear hard – as if that could keep the connection going for as long as her wanted.

"Hanna?"

"Yeah, hi," she said in a small voice. "Listen –"

"I'm so sorry, Hanna. You were –"

"You were right," they both said at the same time.

"I... was? That doesn't sound like my life," Lucas said slowly.

"I know I have no right to ask you for a favor –"

"Anything," Lucas said earnestly.

"And I'm really sorry I was so –"

"It was my fault," Lucas replied, now up from his bed and pacing the floor. "Hanna, I had no right to judge your relationship. Not like that. I'm really sorry."

"So am I," Hanna said.

"I'll accept your apology if you accept mine?" he offered with a small smile in his voice.

"I'd like that," Hanna replied.

"So, about this favor, what do you need?"

"A ride – and I know you're not my personal taxi driver, and I would take a cab home, but I spent all the cash I had on me getting here, and I will pay you back for the gas –"

"No. I will not, in a million years, take money from you. So don't even try it. Where are you?" he asked, just now getting into the car. He had began making his way there the minute she had said the word ride.

After she relayed the address to him, he hung up the phone and jacked the music on his ipod, breaking any and every speed limit he came across. The whole time his mind was racing. What had happened? She had said he was right. Did that mean her and Sean were over? And if they were over, what exactly had went down between the two of them? Had they... no, he didn't want to think about that.

Lucas began reading the street numbers to himself as he had not been around this part of the town very often. It was, if possible, even more upscale than the rest. When he finally pulled up the the house, he spotted Hanna right away, sitting on the stone ledge by the trees. As she got up to make her way toward him, he got out of the car and opened the door on her side.

"Hey, I'm sorry it took me so long," he said.

"I'm just glad you came," she said back to him. "Thank you, really. I owe you one."

When she finally reached him, he noticed her trying not to make direct eye contact with him, which he found weird. Was she still angry? She hadn't seemed angry on the phone.

"Hey, Hanna? Can you look at me, please? I really need to talk to you before we go," he said.

"Just... okay, but just don't..." she tapered off as she turned her chin up to face him.

Immediately he noticed that her lip was split, the blood dried into little brown rusty chips on her now gloss free lips. He felt an anger that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It started at his toes and filled every inch of his being with such a ferocity that it actually made him a little sick.

"Did Sean...?" he asked, unable to say anymore.

"He didn't hit me, or anything. It was just... his tooth," she said lamely. She didn't want to talk about this, he could tell, but he blocked the door with his arm.

"Did he... hurt you? Well, clearly he did. But did he, hurt you?" he asked, looking into her icy blue eyes, that seemed to be on the brink of tears at that moment.

"No," she said with a slow shake of her head. "He was just drunk, and a little forceful. So I stepped on his foot really hard, with my heel, and just left."

"God, I want to kill him. Or like, take 300 hundred pictures of him in a row so he goes blind, or something," he muttered, letting Hanna get into the car.

"I don't know much about cameras," Hanna said once he got into the car, "but I don't think that's how they work."

"I sincerely wish it were. Hanna, I'm sorry," he said.

"You didn't do anything," she said, confused.

"Maybe not, but I still feel the need to apologize on behalf of Sean, someone who probably never will. You don't deserve that," Lucas said. "But anyway, it's over now, right?"

"Yes," she said in a stronger voice. "Sean and I are done. For good."

"Okay, good," Lucas said, starting his car. "So, back to your house?"

"Well, uh, do you think it would be okay if... I, maybe, crashed at your place? I mean, if your parents still aren't home?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact, they aren't, so they probably aren't going to be back til morning," Lucas said. "But, there's one rule."

"What's that?"

"Don't try to take advantage of me, okay? I don't have the heels to jab into your foot," he said, trying to make her laugh. And she did, and suddenly, everything was going to be okay again.