Author's Note: Sorry for the wait... I don't even know if I should continue this story... if you want me to you have to convince me in the reviews! :)

Caleb

The burning sensation wouldn't let up, regardless of his slowed steps. "I'm sorry but..." The rest of that sentence, in and of itself, was like knife; twisting his entrails and perpetuating the ruination of his heart as its life secreted from the sharpened cracks, doing nothing to rectify the death of his soul. "This can't continue."

When Caleb had gotten up the final set of stairs and to his shared room, he found Harrison lying on his bed, his interest captivated not by how Caleb's date had went, but with the book he had perched on his pillow. "Hey man did you know -" he began, having heard the door open, but stopped immediately upon seeing his roommate's face. "That bad huh?"

Caleb plopped down onto the bed, having no energy to take off his shoes beforehand. "Yeah. She even rejected me nicely, as in it sounded pretty. I mean, what girl has the ability to do that, but still make a guy feel like shit?" Hudson just nodded. "That's rough."

"You're telling me."

Hudson rolled to his side, turning to face Caleb head on. "I know this is not the best time... but are you ready for round two?"

Caleb sighed, his distress largely perceptible from the way his shoulders slumped, a reaction to the callousness of that suggestion. "I haven't even stripped myself completely from the first one."

With that, Caleb stood from his previous position and walked over to the desk, where a conglomeration of stereotypical college accoutrements -pens, notebooks, textbooks as well as a couple beer bottles, one half full, the other empty - currently reside.

He proceeded to open the drawer to the left, second one down, and took out a contact case along with a small bottle of solution. The light shining through the casement above the desk seemed to be enough as Caleb deftly took the colored contacts from his eyes, sans mirror, and all that remained was the chocolate of his irises. "Dude, you think you would have started with the wig. That thing looks like it itches."

"It is a pain in the ass," he confessed, "all of it is...but if I can get Hanna back... It'll be all worth it in the end." Having removed the blonde wig, he felt lighter, more like himself, instead of Samuel Bates: the dick that had just gotten shot down, having went to far with her.

He held the door open as she entered the restaurant, like a gentleman, and pulled her chair out too. Throughout a dinner of salmon and roasted vegetables for her, and a steak with garlic mash for himself, the pair conversed back and forth, the topics discussed not much deeper than the glasses of Merlot in front of them.

Then, after splitting a dessert - this one took a little convincing on his part - "you need to treat yourself once and awhile, a gorgeous model such as yourself can afford a few extra calories"- of blueberry pie with a dollop of vanilla ice cream, they left the restaurant hand in hand.

When she was waiting for her taxi, neither of them in a good position to be the designated driver, he brought it up, feeling the moment was opportune.

"So," he swiftly checked his watch, "it's midnight... how do you feel about a little -"

"What!?" Her shock and repulsiveness could be sensed a mile away as she turned to him. "Are you serious!?"

This next second he would remember now, for a lifetime. He was hurt once, although he threw the first punch, and here he was again, doing the same thing, all be it with different circumstance.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and opening them again. "Look Samuel, I'm sorry but..."

"She'd said to me that 'this couldn't continue.'

"I couldn't believe it. Part of me thought she'd be all over it. I mean, she was before when we were dating, very into role playing. Isn't that what this is?"

Hudson, in response, shook his head. "First of all, I think you should keep your kinky secrets between the two of you. Okay?"

"And second, that's not at all what this is to Hanna. To her, it's a first date, with somebody she met literally a few hours ago. Buddy, you have to understand. When she meets you under these disguises, she sees the alias, not Caleb Rivers: her high school sweetie. Tonight, she saw blonde, green eyed, witty, and apparently dick-y, Samuel Bates."

Harrison earned a slap for that last comment, as Caleb leaned over and shoved him. "Shut up asshole."

Harrison chuckled as he righted himself from his fallen stance. "It's true though man, that was a dick move."

Caleb sighed in defeat. "I know."
"So, what do you propose we do?"

Harrison smirked, holding up a black wig, complete with authentic looking attachable sideburns, and a box of disposable blue contacts. "Chase Renning?"

Caleb said nothing at first, just opened the laptop that had been sitting on the desk, and brought up the Match homepage.

"Round two commencing," he muttered, clicking the 'sign up' button.

Hanna

The feeling was still there; a slight tingle that began at her hand and strayed from there soon after, moving throughout her entire body and lighting it on fire.

Hanna sighed, the touch of his fingers still present on her own like a distending purple bruise.

His hand grazed her own with such causality yet she could sense the urgency and his reluctance to let go. It was the same as Caleb's caress all those years ago, like that was the last time he'd ever see her.

"How'd it go Han?" Emily asked, dog-earring the page of her book and directing her attention on her friend.

"Fine," she responded, "I told him it wasn't going to go anywhere."

Emily seemed perplexed, her eyebrows raised and head cocked to the side. "Huh. I see I was right. Seriously though, why?"

Hanna shrugged. "Something was just off."

Emily sighed. "Han..."

"Emily, I'm fine! It just wasn't working okay!?"

Emily was always on her case about not being over Caleb as were Aria and Spencer. They were the one's who practically forced her to sign up for , something she would not have done on her own.

"Honey, you're going to end up watching the sappiest rom-coms on loop, eating cheep dollar store chocolate, endlessly quoting The Notebook in hopes that it will become your life, while your daughter is forced to live with one of us out of sheer desperation and terror - having developed a fear of her own mother. It's this, or the Bachelorette: which would you prefer?"

Hanna shook her head. "Thanks for believing in me guys, I love you all too. And, as for the reality show, 'eez okay' I'll pass."

"Juan Pablo? Really Han?"

Hanna chuckled in response, "what? He's hot."

"So match it is," Aria decided, ignoring Hanna's last comment and clicking the sign up button.

"Anyway," Hanna yawned after a moments silence, "thanks for watching her. I'm going to bed. You can crash here if you want."

Emily politely declined, her reasoning of having to wake up early and go running barely phasing Hanna in her exhausted state. "Alright. See you tomorrow. Bye Em."

"Bye Han. And tomorrow is round two, so be ready."

"Ugh," she groaned in displeasure, removing her heels. "I'll try."

Emily nodded in contentment. "That's what I want to hear. Chin up sweetheart. It'll get better, I promise you. This next guy, he'll be it."

"How do you know?"

Emily winked, "I just do."

A/N: I'll admit this wasn't a long chapter but even so I hope it clears up some things. 1) Caleb IS Samuel Bates. It's apart of his "get Hanna back" plan. 2)Hanna doesn't know, but is suspicious because of the sparks she felt, so because she was suddenly afraid, told Samuel (Caleb) that it wasn't working out to avoid potentially getting hurt.