Aria's POV

I looked at my reflection in my bathroom mirror. My eyes were red and puffy because I had spent the whole night crying. Last night, Ezra and I broke up. I miss him a lot but I know that I am holding him back from life. If it was not for me, Ezra would have a happy life with Maggie and Malcolm. I was so stupid to think this relationship was ever going to work.

I changed into jeans and a pink tank top. I splashed some water on my face and applied some makeup to hide the fact that I had spent the whole of last night crying my heart out.

I grabbed my keys from my dresser and drove to the Apple Rose Grill. I could not spend the rest of my life locked up in my room, bawling my eyes out. I looked at the menu lying on the table. Tears filled my eyes when I came across the word spring rolls.

Spring Rolls reminded my of the countless nights Ezra and I would spend at his apartment. We would eat Chinese take out, curled up on the couch, watching old movies. My heart ached when I realized Ezra would never hold me in his arms ever again. I wished I had never found out about Maggie. I missed my old relationship with Ezra.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice ask me. I looked up to see a cute guy with black hair in front of me. According to the name tag on his shirt, his name was Jake. "Bad breakup," I replied, wiping tears that had fallen from my eyes.

"How about I buy you some coffee and you talk to me about it?" He asked flashing me a boyish smile. Oh My God! Was this guy just asking me out? Did he not know I had just broken up with someone?

"It will help you take your mind off things." He added, sensing my hesitation. Maybe it would not be that bad? After all, I had told Ezra that we should start seeing other people. "Sure," I replied, deciding to give this relationship a try.

He smiled at me before bringing me a cup of coffee. He took a seat next to me and asked, "what's your name?" I took a sip of my coffee before replying, "Aria."

"That's a pretty name, my name is Jake. I work over here and I'm also a karate teacher."

Wow! He teaches Karate! His abs must be hotter than Ezra's! "Wow!" I replied.

"Actually, I have a karate class in 20 minutes. Would you like to come with me?" He asked me.

"Sure," I replied, finishing off my coffee. He held my hand and took me to his car. It was bigger than Ezra's and it had a sliding roof. He seated himself in the driver's seat. I had expected him to hold the passenger door open for me but he did not. He just told me to get in. Ezra would never do that!

"So, how old are you?" He asked once we were on the road. Oh Crap! Why does he have to ask that question?

"Umm...I'm 17," I told him, not wanting to lie.

His eyes widened as he gaped at me. "17?" He clarified, making sure he heard correctly.

"Yup," I replied, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh." He said. He then switched on the radio on. He told me he wanted to talk but now he is just ignoring me. How rude.

I stared out of the window and listened to the songs playing on the radio. Suddenly the song Happiness by Fray started playing. Tears started filling my eyes and I shut my eyes.

Whenever I heard this song, I was reminded of Ezra. This was the song that was playing in the bar when Ezra and I met.

Flashback

"Are you okay?" Ezra asked me.

"Yeah, I just came back from Iceland. I'm a bit jet lagged" I replied.

"What are you majoring in?" He asked.

"I'm leaning towards English." I replied.

"Thats exactly what I am teaching!" He exclaimed.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I announced.

"Can I come?" He asked, flashing me a boyish smile.

"Sure" I smiled.

End of Flashback

I wished Ezra was sitting next to me instead of Jake. If I was in the car with Ezra we would be happily singing along and sneaking kisses when the light turns red. He would be cracking jokes and I would be laughing. But Ezra was probably laughing with Malcolm this second, while I was trying to hide my tears.

Before I knew it, the song had ended and the car had come to a halt. I got out and Jake intertwined his fingers with mine. We were to close for my liking. His fingers were rough unlike Ezra's soft ones and they were almost hurting me.

Before I knew it, Jake's lips were pressed against mine. His lips were rough like his fingers. I did not feel the spark I felt when I kissed Ezra. Oh my god! I was kissing him! No! I can't do this! I love Ezra!

"Jake stop!" I cried, pushing him away from me. How could he do this? He knew I had recently broken up with someone. He was a jerk just like every other guy excepting Ezra.

In front of me, I saw a broken Ezra and a confused Malcolm. That's when I realized I was standing in front of the building where Malcolm's karate class was supposed to take place. Ezra's eyes were puffy and his hair was in a mess. Malcolm was just staring at me, confused why I was kissing someone who was not Ezra.

Oh Crap! What have I done?

A/N- I am going to make this into a story. Not sure how many chapters I am going to write. Please Review! More reviews = Faster Updates. Next Chapter is probably going to be Ezra's POV.