Chapter 1:
Okay let's start this with an intro. Cue awesome dance music with a great electric guitar. My name is Aria, Aria Montgomery. I guess you could say I'm the type of chick who's a bit of a hippy and a bit of a rocker. I'm not a real girly girl, and I'm not real sweet. The word makes me nearly gag actually. I have an amazing boyfriend, Ezra. We just recently told my parents about us, at the time they weren't too pleased but now they're uh.. adjusting I guess. Oh, I forgot to mention. Ezra is my former English teacher. We hooked up before we knew. Before he knew I was underage and before I knew I would walk into class the first day and have very awkward eye contact with a guy I made out with in a bathroom of a bar. I'm glad it happened though. Maybe not under those circumstances but if we knew it might have changed things. The funny thing was my mom thought he was with Spencer, my best friend, not me. I mean, it was kinda funny.. kinda. I also have 2 other best friends, Hanna and Emily. Since this is sort of my online diary I guess I can tell you about A. A is this person who has been harrassing my friends and me for the past few months. We don't know who it is, we get clues but his/her number is always blocked. We can't go to the place because we can't confess what we did to Jenna. Jenna is blind and it's totally our faults and we'd suffer so many consequences if anyone ever found it.. except Ezra.. I kinda told him. I guess you could say I tell him about everything.. Almost everything. He doesn't know about A. Right! Back to A. Okay, so A has been stalking us because our best friend Alison was murdered. We don't know how exactly these two have fit together mainly because we don't know who A is but A knows about us. A has had to have been stalking us for years now to know so much. But why make yourself visible to us after all this time? Why now? It started after Ali died. Before her funeral we got texts so we assumed A stood for Alison but A stands for anonymous which doesn't help us solve anything. We just need to find out who- Crap! Late for school I gotta go.
I flipped my laptop onto the bed and got up. That was productive, I thought. I ran downstairs and saw my mom at the table. I grabbed a glass of orange juice and walked over to her. She seemed so upset. It'd only been a week since I told her about Ezra and me and she'd not looked at him or me the same since.
"So.. How are.. things?" I asked.
"They're good. How are things with you?" she replied, she wasn't wanting to talk to me right now it seemed.
"Good.. I guess. Mom, are you mad about Ezra and me?"
"I'm not mad that you're together, though I do find it weird. I'm mad that you lied to me about it."
"You lied to Dad about Mike hurting you. Dad lied to you about cheating. Mike even lied about breaking into houses. So it's okay for everyone in this house to lie but me?"
"I'm not saying it's okay what we did, Aria. I'm saying we need to fix this and be a family again."
"Yeah, whatever." the room was silent for a few seconds.
"Aria.. does he make you happy?"
"Very."
"Invite him over."
"What?"
"For dinner tonight. Invite him over. If you're planning on staying with him for a while, I think it's time me and your father sat down and had a dinner with him. Not as your teacher or your dads friend though, as your boyfriend."
It still felt so weird, her mom calling him her boyfriend.
"O-okay. I'll tell him."
I ran outside and saw Emily coming up the driveway. I got in and she handed me a coffee. I smiled and pulled out my phone to text Ezra.
DINNER TONIGHT. MY PLACE- WITH MY PARENTS. XO ARIA
I put my phone back in my bag and told Em everything. Her mouth opened a bit but then turned to a smile. She congratulated me and my phone buzzed. I pulled it back out of my bag and saw it was from Ezra.
Great! I'll be there. What time?
Dinner was usually when anyone felt hungry but now she actually had to think of a time. 6? No too early. 8? No too late. 7 it is.
7. SEE YOU THERE.
She put the phone back in her bag again, took a sip of coffee, and let out a sigh of relief before smiling.