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Hi everyone! This is the first complete story I ever wrote. It's uploaded on youtube by xxxEzriaxxx (me). I wrote it about two years ago. So since it was my first story and it was kinda bad, I'm re-writing it and uploading it here. So just so you know, I didn't steal it from youtube. It's my story, I'm just re-writing it :) Lemme know what you think! Thanks for reading!
Okay so, also, I AM dyslexic, (Like legitly, not joking) So if something's spelt wrong or I use the wrong word (quiet not quite or something like that)
I apologize. I spell check but sometimes I miss things so yeah. Also there is talk of rape, misscairge, self harm, death, murder and suicide in the story. Read with caution. Don't read anything'll that'll trigger you. No story's worth ruining your own.
But yeah, with all that said, enjoy the story. I poured so much of my soul into it. And reviews are ALWAYS appreciated.
And now, presenting, An Ezria Story - Closer To You.

-Aria-

I tucked a strand of black hair behind my ear. I knit my eyebrows together then pulled my hair out from my ear. "That's better" I say to myself. I wanted to look my absolute best for Ezra. You know, I've been with him for a few months now, three to be exact. - but, I still get those butterflys in my stomach every time I see him. Like the first kiss feeling, every day at school. Therefore, I wanted to look great for him.
Ezra was the most amazing person I'd ever meet. He was sweet, and he listened. Like, he REALLY listened, and he cared. He always gave me his honest opinion, even if it was harsh. He had his own full life, yet my small problems mattered to him too. And I love that about him. I could tell him anything. And, it didn't hurt that Ezra was the hottest guy at Rosewood High school.
But, there's one problem. Ezra, wasn't supposed to be 'Ezra' to me. He was supposed to be Mr. Fitz. Ezra Fitz, my to-good-to-be-true boyfriend was my AP English teacher. We had met at the beginning of summer, (against my better judgment) in a bar. I wasn't even LOOKING for a boyfriend. I had one back in Iceland anyway. But Ezra was into everything I was into, and he was defiantly into me. And so three hours -and drinks- later, Ezra had lifted me up onto the bar counter, and kissed me.
And that was that. Little miss seventeen year old Aria was dating the twenty-three year old, perfect, amazing, hot Ezra Fitz. Even though our relationship was up and down, (and illegal,) we loved each other. And that's all that matters.
I look away from the mirror and slide my feet into boots.
"Aria, come on lets go! I'm gonna be late to school!" my fifteen year old brother, Mike, stood in the door way, leaning on the door knob with his black skull and cross bone backpack falling off his shoulder. His brown hair barely brushed. I look up. "Since when do you care about being on time to school?"
Mike shrugged. "Since Natalie Ramirez got assigned the seat next to mine, and her cheer-leading squad meets up before school."
I roll my eyes, laughed a bit at Mikes immature teenage boy ways, and quickly slid my wrist into a bundle of dark colored bracelets and grabbed my bag - which was open. My books fell to the floor and papers flew everywhere.
"Nice dude" Mike smirked from the door way.
"Would you shut up and come help me?"
Mike leisurely walked over to my night stand - which her phone had slid behind. It was playing "Love Story," which was Ezra's ring tone.
"Mike! Stop, don't answer it." I dropped my science book and ran over to Mike.
"Too late!" Mike opened the text and read it out loud.

"Thinking of how much I love you! - E."

I looked at the floor. Mike laughed.
"Aria has a boyfriend! This is so good! WHO is he?"
I had rehearsed this in my head so many times, that this lie came out no problem.
"His name is Eric. He, uh, Doesn't go to our school." I lied. Mike rolled his eyes.
"Can we just go please?" I said picking up my last few books and deleting the text. As I walked out of my room I couldn't help but thinking to myself how close of a call that had been. I grabbed my keys to drive to another day of tortures school where I had to pretend I hadn't been at my English teachers apartment last night. I was getting pretty sick of doing this every single day.
I walked into the doors of Rosewood high and immediately spotted Ezra. He was over by the vending machines getting a soda. A small piece of my heart melted. I leaned up against the wall and took my lip gloss out of my purse and put it on. One extra coat can't hurt, can it? I sighed. I wish I could go up to him right now and hug him, and tell him good morning. Hanna comes up next to me, in just enough time to stop me from practically drooling.
"You know, I heard someone had broken into those vending machines last night. That new sketchy kid. Andrew? Yea that's him. Or was it Caleb? Maybe Owen…? Anyway it was at like 3am too! Like is a chocolate bar really that good?"
"Wow, really?" I asked, trying to sound interested without taking my eyes off Ezra, who had just looked up and noticed me. He gave me a smile, then quickly looked away and started a conversation with the librarian. I wonder what book he was reading last night… I wonder if he fell asleep reading it. I wonder if he fell asleep thinking about me…
"Aria!?" Hanna nudged me, catching me off guard.
"What?" I jerked around to look at Hanna, and accidentally spilled her Coffee all over Mona. Mona was the "it" girl at Rosewood High. Her shirt probably cost more than my whole outfit - A black mini skirt, knee high socks and black converse, and a layered blue and white shirt.
"What's WRONG with you?" Mona hissed.
"Mona, back off" Hanna said defending me.
"You're paying for that!" Mona spat back at me then stormed away.
I looked back at Hanna who was actually laughing.
"I didn't find it funny." I said as she started walking towards the English room.
"Why are you going to English? Class doesn't start for like, ten more minutes.
My heart started to race, a familiar feeling right before some sort of lie pops out of my mouth, that would be better off ducted taped together. I hate lying to my best friend. I hate lying in general.
"I have a homework question…that's all"
Hanna was about to question me, but my phone went off. Awesome timing.

"Needing help in English a lot lately, huh? - A"

"Is it… you know…" Hanna started. Hanna, Spencer, and Emily also got tested from "A."
"No" I quickly interrupted. "It's my mom. I'll see you after class, okay?"
"Yeah sure.." Hanna said suspiciously.
I walked into the English class room and closed the door slowly behind me.
"Hey!" Ezra said when he looked up and saw me.
"Hi" I said strolling over to his desk. I pulled out my homework and laid it down so if anyone came in, it was there. "I had a question.. Do you think we can meet at your place tonight?" I whispered. "I can cook, instead of take out." the corners of Ezra's lips curled up.
"You're gonna cook…..what now? Aria, you burnt my toast."
I laughed. "Just watch.." I said with a twinkle in her eye. The bell rang and kids started to pour in.
"So, do you understand it now?" Ezra jumped out of his seat, handing me back the homework. "Yes! I do! Thanks so much Mr. Fitz." I walked back to my seat without making eye contact with him. Mona walked in the room and gave me the death stare. I ignore her and look down at my homework. I erased some letters to try and make them neater. I wonder if my a's looked like o's? I better fix them, just in case.
"Aria, Hi!" Startled, I look up at Spencer. "I think its neat enough, Aria." Spencer smiled. "What, got a crush on Mr. Fitz?" Spencer said tucking her bag under her chair. Ezra, hearing his name, looked up from the stack of papers being piled on his desk. He gave me a look that said "Don't tell me she knows…" I fiercely shook my head. He relaxed a little, but not much. He fixed his eyes on me as I turned back to Spencer, who thankfully, had been flipping through her text book, not looking at me or Ezra. "No." I laugh. "I just want an A, I guess..." My phone buzzed, I pick it up and hope this time it was my mom. But it wasn't.

"You want an A? Okay. Here I am. But good luck passing my test. I'm NOT an easy A. you only get those, from Mr. Fitzzy. - A"

I gasped. I looked around the room. 'A' HAD to be RIGHT here. She had to be! Who else would have heard me? I looked at Mona. She was talking to Hanna. Her phone, On Mr. Fitz desk, was turned off with the battery laying next to it. He had taken it last week and hadn't giving it back. No one in the whole class was texting.
"Good! Spencer said finally stopping on a page. I had forgotten what Spencer even said. But now it stung. Like her best friend just told her that her boyfriend was about to dump her for some size 0 hot blond.
"I'd have to slap you silly if you did have a crush on him!" Spencer continued. As if I needed any more. "You know Ricky Foti, right? He said Mr. Fitz is having a thing with a student!" A chill ran down my spine. Ricky had seen us out at a restaurant once. We lied, and said I was the stage manager for the play the 11th grade was putting on and we were casting parts. Of course she had to stay after school for all the rehearsals and practices, but her secret was safe. But apparently it wasn't. Was he the one texting me?
Ezra had the same panicked look on his face.
"oh, ah, I-I don't know" I say. "Maybe. But he's probably just making it up."
I get out of my seat and walk over to Ezra's desk.
"Is it alright if I go to the bathroom?" I ask him once I'm up there.
"Uh..." He pauses. "sure." He looks at me with eyes that say 'We're in this so deep.'
I walk into the hall and think to myself how deep we actually are in this thing. Lying... sneaking... It's just too much. But it was worth it. Ezra was worth it. I go into the bathroom and splash cold water onto my face. But still, my cheeks were burning, and my head was spinning.
Finally I decide just to call it a day and go home. I walk back to the class room with weak knees, certain I must be having the beginnings of some kind of panic attack. I walk into the classroom and Ezra, luckily, hadn't started teaching yet, so he's just sitting at his desk while people talk. "Hey," I say.
"Yes?" He looks up.
"I'm gonna go home."
"Oh..." He looks at my suspiciously. "Why?"
I look to the side, glancing at my classmates, as to suggest he, as my teacher, shouldn't be asking. Not like that anyway. He seems to get it, and clears his throat.
"I just don't feel good." I explain.
"You don't look good..." He says. I shrug.
"So do I need to take any work home or anything?"
"I don't think so..." He looks around, trying to think of anything. "Oh!" he said like he had just remembered something. He pulled out a test. It had a 100% on it. "I'm passing these out later, you can take yours now since you're gonna leave."
I sigh. The 'Easy A' text burned in my mind. But I knew I had earned that grade. Ezra would give me an F if I deserved it. He even had before, a few times. And not because we had fought or anything. He was fair about it. Ezra babbles on and on about what I'll be missing during today's lesson. But I just stared down at the floor, seeing pink dots wherever I looked. I grabbed the edge of the desk to keep myself from falling over.
"Ms. Montgomery?" Ezra said. "Here, you can take the test." I saw him holding the test towards me, but it looked like a white blur dangling in front of my face. "Aria?" Ezra said again. His voice got more and more faded. I couldn't hear him over my heart beat in my ears. I closed her eyes to try and regain balance. I wanted to tell Ezra to stop talking, and give me just a second. But even if I could talk to him that way, I couldn't form the words. The last thing I heard was Ezra yelling "Aria!" and a loud thud. I felt a pounding pain on my head, and then it stopped hurting, and everything went black and silent.