Spencer sat in her kitchen, drumming her fingers on the table. Hanna was an hour late, and Spencer was beginning to wander whether she was even going to come.
Eventually, there was a loud, familiar knock at the back door and Hanna let herself in.
"What happened to meeting at 7?" Spencer asked, clearly annoyed.
"I got delayed. Now, can we get started with this conversation because I have a feeling it's going to be awkward and I'd rather get the awkwardness out of the way?"
Spencer rolled her eyes and huffed but patted the stool next to her, offering Hanna a seat.
"Have you thought about what you're going to do?"
"Nope."
"Have you told Caleb?"
"Nope."
"Are you going to tell Caleb?"
"I don't know."
"Hanna, come on."
Hanna scraped the stool against the floor and stood up. "What? I don't know what you want me to say! I'm pregnant. I'm 18 and I'm fucking pregnant. What more is there to discuss?"
Spencer grabbed hold of Hanna's shoulders and eased her back onto the chair. "Calm down, Han. I just think that you should talk to someone about this, and considering I'm the only person who knows, I'm guessing that someone is me."
"I don't want to talk about it," The blonde was no longer angry or mad; she was now upset and tearful. "I don't want to think about it, I don't want to do anything about it. I just want it to not be there."
"Is that what you want? An abortion?" Spencer asked. "Because you can do that, you know."
"I don't know what I want," Hanna said, shrugging hopelessly.
"Right, I think I may have rushed you into talking about this," The brunette admitted. "But, I do think you should discuss it with Caleb. Tonight."
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"Call me if you need me, okay?" Spencer shouted out of the car window. Hanna nodded and hurried into the building that held Caleb's apartment. She climbed up 3 flights of stairs – the elevator was broken – and spent 5 minutes standing outside of his door.
"Hanna?" Caleb said, opening it up. She had finally knocked but regretted it when she saw his face. She was about to ruin his life. She was about to ruin her own boyfriend's life. "Hey, what's wrong?"
The blonde collapsed into his arms, over flowing with tears. Caleb slowly walked her over to the couch and placed her down, still with her arms wrapped around him.
"Babe, can you tell me what's wrong?"
Hanna looked at his deep, brown eyes and took a deep breath. She decided the best thing would be to just say it, blurt it out. "I'm pregnant."
The room fell silent. Caleb looked shell-shocked.
"I'm sorry," Hanna whispered in a tiny voice. She removed her hand that had been on his leg and began picking at her thumbnail. "Maybe I should go."
"No," He grabbed her arm as she stood up and pulled her back down. He still stayed silent though for another good 10 minutes. "Is it mine?"
"Yes of course it's yours! I'm not a fucking slut, Caleb."
"You're right, I'm sorry. I just…what's supposed to happen?"
Hanna shook her head and laughed, although the situation was the opposite of funny. "I have no idea. Spencer seems to think we should discuss our 'options'.
"Spencer? Spencer knows about this?"
"Yeah," Hanna suddenly felt guilty that Caleb wasn't the one in the bathroom when the tests came back positive. "I called her when I bought the tests."
"You called Spencer before you called me?" Caleb yelled, dramatically raising his voice. "Why the fuck wouldn't you call me first?"
The blonde sat there, not knowing how to answer. "I'm scared, Caleb. I'm fucking scared. And you shouting about why I didn't call you first is not going to help anything. So let me know when you're ready to talk like an adult because I don't have time for your shit."
Hanna stood up and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Caleb looking gormless on the couch.
A/N - Thank you for all the reviews! To the person who said Hanna would have told Caleb first, I totally agree but in this story, I wanted him to find out afterwards because if gives him something to be mad about.
If I can get 5 more reviews, I'll post the next chapter!