"Hannah..."

She knew that voice.

It was Justin.

She was still sitting on the bar stool, refusing to spin round, she was able to see him in the mirror, or parts of him anyway...the bartender was blocking her view.

No avoiding confrontation...she spun round using her foot to spin the seat.

There he was. Justin...the guy who broke her heart! The guy who slept with her best friend...and he looked like he had done nothing wrong, standing there in front of her with that boyish grin. He used to have her at "hello", she heard that in a movie once. Justin used to have that effect on her, but she felt nothing! Seeing him made her feel absolutely nothing at all. She was numb. Just numb.

Like all her old feelings had been washed away with all the tears. Yes...she cried salty tears, rivers...waterfalls...just because of Justin and now she was all dried out!

He looked so freaking smug...it occurred to her that was just how he was...like he was above you, that's what his face said. The way he looked at you.

And all she felt like doing was this:

But she didn't...of course.

She smiled at him.

"Hannah...man you look great!...How are you?" He said putting his hand on her shoulder and it set off her gag reflexes!

She wanted to spit in his face...something she didn't get to do when she confronted him with her worst fears...going back in her mind to that god awful day. He was in the shower and his phone was lying on the bed, she was reading some book and she looked at his phone as it lit up, noticing it was a message from Jen, and so she picked up the phone wanting to check it, they were never secretive about each others messages, and seeing as Jen was her friend, she just wondered why she was texting Justin, but as she opened it she figured out why...that text was pretty self explanatory, and Jen didn't hold back about what she wanted to do to Justin the next time they saw each other.

At first Hannah just sat there...thinking this had to be a mistake, but of course it wasn't, and as he came out of the shower, she held up the phone in front of his face, he just looked down, he didn't have to say anything. That text said it all, and then some!

They had been sneaking around for months...it just happened...they didn't mean to hurt her.

But they did.

They did hurt her.

She was lost for words, and she didn't get to say all the things she wanted to...she just wanted to get away, and Justin was still wet as she packed her bags, and headed to her parents home.

And here she was a year later, and she wanted to spit in his face, tell him what a jerk he was...how he hurt her...she wanted to know what she did to deserve that? She wanted to know why Jen was better than her, but it was too late.

"I'm fine" she said. Such an obvious blatant lie of course, but Justin couldn't tell. He never did read her very well.

"That's good...that's great" he said, and smiled like he was somewhat relieved...he had been dreading their first encounter too, apparently. She could tell by the way he smiled at her.

"So tomorrow's the big day" she said with some degree of sarcasm.

"Yes...I guess so...I never thought I was the marrying kind" he said.

"Jen changed your mind?" She said...again with some degree of sarcasm, although Mr. Carpet didn't quite catch that.

"She sure did" he said, and smiled at her, that annoying "I am sorry it wasn't you babe" kind of smile, and she almost choked!

She was making a mental movie of her wrapping her hands around his neck and wringing them together like he was a filthy wash cloth!

But she just smiled.

Turning her back to him ordering another shot...and for a moment, she wondered if getting hammered was a smart idea??

But she did.

She got so wasted, that rehearsal dinner was a blur, and she woke up outside sitting under a tree...wondering how long she had been there, she slowly got up. It was almost dark...only the moon hovering over the tree served as a dim light, and made her able to see a figure moving towards her.

She didn't recognize him.

He was tall...his blond hair perfectly done, he looked like a beautiful shampoo commercial! He looked like he had been photoshopped! No joke...he looked like a model...

Why was he heading in her direction?

He just walked right up to her.

"I was looking for you" he said.

"Why?...Who are you?" Hannah said, as she was leaning against the tree. The world was kind of spinning. Normally a guy like that would make her feel insecure, but maybe it was the liquor talking. Hannah never drank...usually she would have a couple of sips and that's it...but today she had too much. Now she was just dreading the fact that she might have made a scene?

"I'm Cam" he said.

And through her inevitable buzz, she remembered Jen telling her about Cameron Tate.

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Well you made that rehearsal dinner pretty interesting!" He said and smiled, his teeth were so white they looked almost fluorescent, and it made her laugh. Who looks like that? He was way too perfect. It was almost ridiculous, right?

"Shit...did I embarrass myself?" She looked at him, his blue eyes in a shade of blue she had never seen before.

"Well your toast was pretty amusing...especially the part about how Justin's carpet needed hoovering!" He laughed out loud making her cringe.

"Oh My God...no..."

"I'm afraid so" he said.

"So I literally made an ass of myself and managed to ruin their rehearsal dinner?"

"Well it wasn't that bad...afterwards you just took a nap during dessert, and then you woke up and stormed out" he stopped smiling.

"I can't believe it...I'm mortified!" She was cupping her face, her hands were shaking.

"Don't be...it sounded like they deserved it! I like the fact that you have some guts...people should say what they really mean!" He continued to smile at her.

"It was the liquor talking, I'm a lousy drunk!" She said regretfully.

"I think you are a great drunk" he said, and his comment made her laugh...he was so handsome...although it didn't matter to her. Hannah was done with men! They were all the same...liars...cheaters...fake.

But Cam was cute...

But Hannah was immune to his charm.

He stood too close to her...his blond hair rustling in the wind like the leaves on the branch above his head...She had her back to the tree, which he almost pinned her to.

"You're mine" he said.

"Never...who do you think you are? Bogart? Wrong decade pal!" she said, and he just smiled, and turned his back on her and started to walk away.