ArtsyShakesperian: Am I ever going to be able to see those wonderful electric blue eyes you always gloat about?

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Don't diss the eyes, Artsy. They're quite wonderful, so I've been told.

ArtsyShakesperian: By who? Your mother?

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Yes, actually. And all the other hot ladies chasing after me.

ArtsyShakesperian: Hmm. I'm sure.

2KillAnEnglishMajor: No need to be snooty, Ms. Pookiebear.

ArtsyShakesperian: I thought we agreed not to speak of that ever again?

2KillAnEnglishMajor: You made fun of me.

ArtsyShakesperian: Oh, cry me a river!

ArtsyShakesperian: I have to go, class is starting. Talk later?

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Will do, my lady.

ArtsyShakesperian: How charming! Bye.

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Later.

Aria Montgomery put her iPad back into her bag and turned her attention towards the chalk board where her scrumptious teacher, Mr. Fitz, was writing their beginning notes.

"Who can tell me about…" He wrote 'Shakespeare' in a bold white and underlined it three times. "Shakespeare."

Aria's head instantly shot up. She loved Shakespeare, especially Romeo and Juliet. She looked around and saw that no one had their hands up, she was about to but then decided against it, not wanting to become a teacher's pet.

"Anybody?" Mr. Fitz sat on his desk and ruffled his curly black locks. He sighed, looking disappointed at his third period junior class. "Aria, what about you? Tell me something."

"Uh. He wrote Romeo and Juliet." She announced, sitting up straighter. Mr. Fitz face brightened with a smile.

"Yes! Exactly what we're going to talk about today!" He started to pass out play books. "We're going to read the play and recite some scenes from it over the next month and a half."

This earned a few groans in response, but Aria just smiled. She loved this English class more and more each day.

Over the next 56 minutes, Mr. Fitz had the juniors pair up in groups and start rehearsing the first three pages of scene one to be presented tomorrow in class. Aria was paired with Spencer Hastings, Emily Fields, and Hanna Marin.

"So, I vote that Aria be Sampson…then later on be Juliet." Spencer announced after looking over the first scene.

"Maybe I want to be Juliet." Hanna spoke up.

"You can take it." Aria shrugged, playing around on her iPad she had gotten for Christmas. "I don't even want to talk in front of the class let alone act." Aria smiled graciously at an instant message she had just received.

ArtsyShakesperian: Hey!

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Hey, couldn't stop thinking about you!

ArtsyShakesperian: Me either. Thank god I have the rest of the class to "work".

2KillAnEnglishMajor: What are you working on?

ArtsyShakesperian: Romeo and Juliet.

"Mr. Fitz?" Spencer called. Aria looked up and saw Spencer waving her hand in the air, then she turned to Mr. Fitz who was typing something on his computer.

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Funny, me too.

ArtsyShakesperian: Care to tutor me?

Aria quickly minimized her chat room and opened up a word document.

"Yes, ladies?" He smiled. Aria sucked ina breath and looked towards Spencer who's eyebrows were knitted in confusion.

"Uh, we're the only girl group…and there's way more than four parts." Hanna spoke up. She was filing her nails with her purse in her lap.

"Well, I guess I could join your group." Mr. Fitz said and sat down in the empty chair next to Aria. Aria sighed again and looked at Spencer with a stern look. "So, who you have covering everyone?"

"I'm Abram, Benvolia, and Montague." Spencer announced as she was writing things down. Aria typed away at her pad.

"I'm Benvolio and Capulet." Emily mumbled.

"I guess I'm Lady Capulet and Lady Montague." Hanna guess, not even paying attention.

"So that leaves Sampson, Gregory, and the Prince." Mr. Fitz said looking towards Aria. She was absorbed in actually reading the page she didn't even notice she was on page seven when he nudged her. "Aria?"

"Huh?" She had the 'deer-in-headlights' look.

"Do you want to be Sampson and the Prince?" Hanna asked again in a snotty attitude.

"Uh, yeah. Sure." She composed herself and looked at the clock.

It's been over ten minutes. Why hasn't he replied?

"So let's begin. Whenever you're ready Aria." Mr. Fitz looked at the book between him and Aria and waited. She sat a little straighter and began to read.

"Gregory, oh my word, we'll not carry coals."

"No for then we should colliers."

"I mean, and we be in choler, we'll draw."

"Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar."

The bell rang interrupting their scene. The girls collected their things and walked out.

"Aria, can I see you for a moment?" Mr. Fitz asked. Aria sighed heavily knowing that she'd be missing free period which could be useful for talking to her internet "crush".

"Yes, Mr. Fitz?" She walked to the front of the room and sat in a random seat. He sat atop his desk and looked at her in shear curiosity.

"Do you not like this class?" He finally asked. She looked absolutely shocked. She loved English calss and everything about it. Heck, she even wanted to major in English when she attended Hollis in the years to come.

"Why would you even ask a question like that? I love English!" She argued. Mr. Fitz looked at her skeptically trying to decide if she were lying or not.

"Okay, look. I get it, you don't like school. I hated it. But there's no excuse to be playing around on your little gadget and disrespect me like that during the read." Mr. Fitz explained, getting madder by the second. He glanced down and caught a sight of her exposed chest, he might've stared just a second too long, because she scoffed.

"Did you not see the word document open, Mr. Fitz? I was taking notes!" She yelled.

"Are you sure? You weren't just screwing around like every other juvenile in this classroom?" Mr. Fitz asked rather loudly. She noticed him staring at her chest and decided to make use of it, this second.

"Would you stop accusing me of things I didn't do? Better yet, stop staring down my chest and keep your eyes up you pervert!" Aria yelled. Mr. Fitz stood there in shock as Aria collected her things and walked out of the room.

"Smooth move, Ezra." Mr. Fitz whispered to himself. He logged back onto his computer to see his internet crush instant messaged him back.

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Sometimes I hate my job.

Artsy Shakesperian: Sometimes I hate my teachers.

2KillAnEnglishMajor: I just had to yell at some poor girl for showing disrespect.

Artsy Shakesperian: What a coincidence. I just got yelled at for supposedly showing disrespect when I was obviously taking notes.

2KillAnEnglishMajor: I sometimes wish I could just go back to High School so I can goof off the entire time like the good old days.

Artsy Shakesperian: Yeah, me too.

Mr. Fitz, or Ezra as his friends called him, thought about this Artsy Shakesperain. They had met four months ago in an internet chatroom discussing the plot of To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Those two start disagreeing on the concept of Atticus' hypocracy at the end of the novel. Soon, everyone else in the chat room either had left or begged them to get another chat so they could fight with one another. It was close to four am before they finally agreed to log off, not finishing the argument but getting to know each other otherwise. Ezra thought about the eight words he was just about to type.

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Would you like to meet for dinner sometime?

Aria was sitting in the library reading To Kill A Mocking bird for probably the millionth time. She was also instant messaging 2KillAnEnglishMajor, the man she met a mere four month ago in the To Kill A Mockingbird chat room. They ended up arguing over the hypocracy at the end of the novel. She was dead set on being right that she didn't even realize they were "internet flirting". Then something popped on her iPad homescreen.

He finally asked if they could meet.

She had been praying for this day for three months. Aria never wanted to ask him because she was afraid of being to forward. But finally, finally, he asked her out for dinner.

Artsy Shakesperian: Yeah, sure.

Artsy Shakesperian: How about at Bellisario's tomorrow? Say, 8?

2KillAnEnglishMajor: Sounds great. I'll be the one wearing the strikingly handsome vest.

Artsy Shakesperian: I'll be the one in the bright, sexy red dress.

Ezra smiled to himself as he leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. He felt like he was on top of the world, not even the disrespect of a 5'2" brunette in his third period English class could bring him down. He went about his normal day, and soon enough he was waking up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock coming from his right side. He swung his left arms over and knocked the buzzer off of the night stand.

Then he realized what tonight was.

YES, finally uploaded!

Anyway, just decided to stop it there. Cliff-hanger, not really

I want reviews, people!

For those of you reading Fate as We Know It, it should be updated at the end of the week.

Well, review! And thanks to whoever thought up A Cinderella Story (the first one). You're an inspiration?

Also, who saw last nights episode. I loved the kiss scene, but thought there could've been more… I don't know…pizzazz? I thought it was going to be like Ezra would be speeding down the street, come to a screeching hault, blocking all traffic, jump out of his car and sprint towards Aria and have like…sex with her right there in the middle of town. - Exaggeration.

But, I thought we were promised a sex scene!

-Abby xoxo