A/N: Hey! So, I know this story is uploaded really late. I wrote it right after the episode was aired, but I was just too lazy to upload this fanfiction.

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Confusion.

That's what flashed through my mind when I saw his name on my phone. Why was he even calling me? He knew better than that.

Anger.

That's what rushed in my veins when I saw him as the caller I.D. I knew that his number wasn't even meant to be on my phone anymore. But I couldn't delete it; I didn't have the heart to. And even if I did –if I did –it wouldn't make a difference. I know his number by heart.

Pain.

For some reason, when Ezra called me, I too felt a surge of pain. A good pain, one that made me weak to my knees and filled my stomach with butterflies, but a bad pain, too. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but I simply couldn't think about him that was anymore. Ezra was only meant to be my teacher, nothing more. Yet, to me, he was my lover, my soul mate, my shoulder to cry on.

And even after weeks of deliberately ignoring him, there was his name, flashing on my cell phone.

I had gone out with Jake hoping to take my mind off of Ezra, but for some reason it only made me long Ezra more. Jake was sweet, but he was no Ezra. My heart collided with Ezra's; he made me feel at home. I felt the exact opposite with Jake, as if our love was forced.

Beep.

My phone rang again, signifying that I had less and less time to decide if I would pick it up or not. I hesitated for a moment. Ezra wouldn't call me unless it was an emergency, right? I thought about him for a second –his dark curly hair, perfect blue eyes –and let my thumb slip to the answer button. Yet, just as I pressed down, Jake popped out of the gym.

"Hey," he called, "I'm up in five."

I wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to watch Jake, but I couldn't get my mind off of Ezra.

"Okay, I'll be right there," I said as I lifted my head up for a second, "but I have to take this."

Jake nodded then disappeared back into the gym. I returned my gaze to my cell phone. Did Ezra really need me, or did he call just because he missed me? But then again, we had shared a telepathic agreement to not call each other unless it was urgent. And Ezra was there whenever I needed him –with Ali, A, my parent's divorce, and being accused of murdering my best friend –so I needed to help him.

I sighed then hesitated for a moment before pressing the accept call button.

As I pulled my phone to my ear, I heard a sigh of relief then a sniffle. Ezra, I smiled.

"Hello?" I called.

Again, I heard a sniffle. "Aria," Ezra answered in a whisper. His voice was so broken; I couldn't help but feel a tear trickle down my cheek. I had never heard him like this.

"Ezra," I sympathetically replied, "I'll be right there."

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