The bell rang signalling us to head to class. Spencer peeled herself off her locker and strode into English. I shuffled in behind her, my was heart pounding with the realisation that I have to go through 50 minutes of watching Ezra. The man I love, the only man I have thought about for the past year and a half. How do you look at the person you love and tell yourself it is time to let them go?
I heard the door slam shut as I look up to see yet another substitute teacher. Her red locks fell to her waist and framed her tiny figure. Her heels added an extra four inches to her already 5'10'' height. A sigh of relief crossed my lips as I realised that I could get through the day without seeing Ezra. But a tiny piece of my heart yearned to see his perfect sculpted jawline and his curly, brown hair.
I curled up in a blanket on the couch, watching mine and Ezra's favourite movie. Oh how I wished he would wrap his arms around me and hold me close, protect me from everything. I felt my phone vibrate softly against my leg.I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my white IPhone. Blocked number, great I knew who it was. Should I answer it? I inhaled deeply and opened the text. "Must be hard to find out that little Fitz isn't yours. Infidelity is a bitch. -A " I reread the message over and over again I as try to process it in my head. Little Fitz isn't yours….. Oh my God, Ezra! Malcolm isn't his, but how? Why would Maggie do this to him? Why does –A know about this? So many questions run through my head. I don't care anymore, I need to see Ezra. No matter what happens, he needs to know I am here for him. I fumble with my keys as struggled to turn on the car. I needed to take a breath, I feel back into the seat.