PROLOGUE – JUNIOR YEAR
Ezra Fitz was fired. Let go. Although the deans said they no longer offered his class, he knew what that really meant. They would rename the course, change a few minor details, and hire someone different to teach it. Although he supposed he should be thankful that Byron Montgomery hadn't got his teaching license revoked, he was still irked by the fact that his girlfriend's father could determine his fate for him. He decided to try and let it go. The past is the past, and he could do nothing but move forward from here. He would look for a job as soon as things died down a little. And maybe, just maybe, he'd end up inside the walls of Rosewood High once again.
