When the harsh light of Saturday morning hit Hanna's eyes there was no denying that she, Queen bee, was snuggled up with what had to be one of the most unpopular boys in their school. Unfortunately there was also no denying how little she wanted to move – he was warm, comfortable, and frankly, it felt nice to be held by someone without having to nag them to do it. And hey, she was single now, so where was the crime?

Her cellphone vibrating on the tiny coffee table in front of them reminded her exactly what the crime was. She couldn't read it from here, but she could only imagine. Right now, her life wasn't her own – and when was the last time it had really been? Sighing softly to herself, she disengaged from Lucas, praying he was a heavy sleeper.

He mumbled something about his camera, shifted and went right back to sleeping. Standing up, Hanna ran a hand through her hair and straightened her clothes, stretching her arms a little above her head. Grabbing her cellphone she mentally tried to prepare herself for what was going to be on the screen. Flipped it open and read:

Hey Hanna. I'm home, but you're not. Call me, ASAP and we'll have a talk about this when you get home. -Mom.

Hanna blinked a few times. Did she even get texts from people other than A anymore? Apparently. Not often though. And now she had an irate mother to deal with. But what exactly could she say? "Sorry Mom, I thought there was a stalker who's been blackmailing my friends and I lurking in the shadows of our house?" Right. That'd go over great.

Briefly she considered waking Lucas up for a ride home, but decided better against it as she gathered her purse and jacket silently. She could use the time to think of what she could say to her mother. Maybe call one of the girls and concoct a story about a sleepover – probably Spencer. It wasn't often her parents really knew what she was up to outside of her academic pursuits.

Hanna quietly crept her way downstairs, praying to God that Lucas' parents had yet to make it home still, and much to her relief she only spotted Lucas' car out in the driveway. She went down the driveway and started her trek home, calling Spencer on her way.

"Hello?" Spencer answered.

"Hey. I have a favor to ask," Hanna replied.

"Shoot?"

"I was out last night and forgot to leave a note. I was hoping you'd cover for me if it came down to it," Hanna said as she squinted against the sun.

"Sure. What's the story?"

"Movies. Fell asleep. You know, the usual impromptu sleepover tale," Hanna said crossing the street.

"Gotcha. Do I want to know where you actually were?" Spencer said with a little laugh.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Hanna said with a laugh.

"Good enough," Spencer said, and Hanna could almost see her shrugging. "I've got to get running to play some tennis. I'll keep my cellphone on me just in case."

"Thanks, I owe you," Hanna said.

"That's what friends are for," Spencer said, hanging up without saying goodbye. This was something Hanna was used to with her. She was always on the run.

The rest of her walk she spent thinking about her night with Lucas. It was certainly a lot more different than any night she had, had before. There was something about him that made her relax a little, loosen up, act like the old Hanna (minus the Cheeto stained fingers). He was someone she really wanted to get to know a lot better, and maybe do some sort of popularity overhaul on. She had done it to herself and Mona, so what was to say she couldn't spruce Lucas up a little bit? Maybe even get him a girlfriend.

She was drawn out of her thoughts by her phone ringing. Silently she thanked the Gods it wasn't a text. She looked down at the called ID and saw Sean's number. Wrinkling her nose, she put him right through to voicemail. Drunk or not, there was no excuse for the way he acted, and she wouldn't be having his worthless apologies anymore.

Feeling a little more in control with her life, she squared her shoulders as she approached her house and saw her mother looking out the window. She looked... not happy. Oh well, time to lie in your bed, Hanna. Putting on a battle smirk she marched inside, ready to fight whatever punishment would get thrown her way.