A/N: I've never read the books. I actually just watched the two episodes on hulu last night. Anyway, I love love loved it. And that's saying something, cause I generally thing anything turned out by ABC Family has been pure and utter crap in a stereotypical teenage bottle. Anywho this doesn't really take place anywhere specific, it's just a snippet-one-shot-moment I had stuck in my head.
It's normal for teenage girls to develop crushes on teachers. Hell, even the guys do it- even if notoriously so sometimes. It's so freaking normal in fact, it's practically considered a rite of passage. Something mothers and daughters can laugh about and bond over years after the fact.
But then again, Aria's never really been able to fit herself just right into the normal category of life and mishaps.
Most normal teenage girls have even dared to innocently fantasize about these devastatingly handsome teachers/crushes...
It's harmless, right?
But when Aria's mind goes off in a daze she feels a man's lips burning aching paths across her skin and the deceptively strong hands gripping her hips as she's lifted onto the bathroom counter of a slightly seedy small town bar. Those same hands stroking firm circles up her thighs as she glides her tongue daringly along his lip, stroking higher and higher- hiking up the hem of her favorite souvenir from Europe.
She nearly falls out of her seat when the bell releases an irritating shrill, signaling third period, and the loud slide and scrape of her desk moving an inch backward. Face firing red and hands shaking to be back in control.
Damn hormones.
Other girls have fantasies, Aria has memories.
She looks around, hoping in vain no one has noticed. But in the front row of the class Hanna is quirking a secret smile, eyebrow cocked in a high arch like only 30's vintage vixen could. Emily is staring at her like she just hoped out of the looney bin, hell even the looney toons. Spence just stares, as if she doesn't really care to know but can't help the tiny fringe of worry about her friends mental health.
Even as they all file out, all she sees is grey. Grey eyes that looked to her for approval before timidly kissing her for the first time. Grey eyes that looked so sad and lost when she asked him to sign the transfer papers. Grey eyes that seem enamored of her even now. Grey eyes that follow her when he thinks no one knows...
She knows.
Aria gathers her things quickly, half-running so she won't be late. She doesn't look at him again as she goes. She doesn't need to. Flushed face and tense posture. No, she doesn't need to look at him to know they'd been thinking about the exact same thing.
Everything on the surface is bubbling terror and seething wrongness of it all, vain attempts to squash the butterflies in her stomach at feeling his eyes on her.
Secretly those butterflies are talking to her...
Whispering to her...
Screw normal.