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"Your mom asked me to dinner."

"Wait, excuse me?"

"Your mom asked me to dinner."

"No, I don't think I heard you right, she what?"

"Aria."

I started pacing back and forth, and ran my hands through my hair. I was starring out the window rather aimlessly, "Holy Shit." I softly said. He came up behind me, "I know." The bell rang, and just then students starting filing into the classroom. I turned around quickly and took my seat. The final bell rang, and class started. I couldn't pay attention, actually refused to pay attention. I kept dwelling on the fact that Mr. Fitz, my English teacher, oh and wait, my unknown secret boyfriend was coming to my house tonight, for dinner, with my parents. This day was about to get interesting.

The forty minute period passed slowly, we were reading Romeo and Juliet. Normally, I'd be engaged within the play, but nope not today. I know Ezra could tell I was freaking out, and he gave me a few reassuring smiles throughout class, but nothing was going to sooth my nerves.

During lunch I sat with the girls at our usual spot. I still couldn't get my mind off dinner. I was stressing majorly. What if my parents somehow found out? What if I let an Ezra slip instead of a Mr. Fitz? Hannah lightly touched my arm, "Aria, what's the matter, you're so distant."

"He's coming to my house for dinner."

"Who?" Spencer asked.

I leaned my head towards Ezra's direction. Their mouths dropped. "Shut up." Emily said, playfully slapping me on the arm.

My eyes starred straight forward, "I'm serious."

"Wait, you invited him!"

"My mom."

"Does she know!"

"I don't think so."

"Oh my god Aria."

I just nodded, picked up my apple and took a bite out of it.

At the end of the day I took out my phone and noticed a message from my mom.

Hey Aria. Just wanted to let you know I invited Mr. Fitz over for dinner tonight. Figured a single guy could use a nice home cooked meal! Make sure the house is clean when you get home, I'm going to stop at the store after school. xo Mom

I didn't bother responding. I was already freaking out enough, and reiterating the fact that I knew he was coming was not going to help my situation.

Walking inside, I was greeted with a pile of Mike's dirty lacrosse clothes, shoes, socks, the works. I hollered upstairs for him to come clean it up, as I walked around the rest of the house picking up random things laying around. A magazine here, a coffee mug here, a bowl of cereal here. Welcome to the Montgomery household ladies and gentlemen. After I was finished making our house look presentable I texted him.

Babe. I'm kinda freaking out here. xoxo

Shh. It's just an excuse to have dinner together. E.F.

I'm sorry, but did you happen to forget the fact that my parents will be there, and my brother. My family. xoxo

haha, it'll be fine. E.F.

I Hope you're right. xoxo

I always am, aren't I? ;) E.F.

I'm going to go get changed. I'll see you soon. xoxo

I threw my phone on my dresser as I walked in my room. Stripping my clothes off quickly I hopped in the shower. The water cascaded over my body and I finally had a minute to breath. All day I had been hyping this up to be some giant ordeal, when in actuality it might not be that bad. I was going to have a normal dinner with my boyfriend, not in his apartment. Maybe, just maybe it would all be okay, that is if my parents did find out about us. About our secret relationship. A teacher and a student. My life.

An hour later I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen helping my mom cut vegetables. She stopped cutting and wiped her hands on her apron, "So, you have to tell me if this is weird."

I stopped, "If what is weird Mom?"

She shrugged, "Ya know, having your teacher over for dinner."

"He is one of your co-workers mom." "But he is your teacher too Aria. You'd tell me if you were uncomfortable, right?"

I smiled a little, and nodded, "Yea Mom." The doorbell rang once and we heard Mike yell from the hallway that he would get it. I went back to cutting, so I could busy myself as my mom went to help Mike. My dad walked in the kitchen, fixing his tie, struggling a little, I went over to help him. "Aria." My mom's voice made me turn around. Beside her Ezra stood, dark jeans, converse, a plaid red, yellow and blue shirt, a skinny black tie and a black jacket. He looked good. He smiled. "Mr. Fitz." I waved slightly.

He pointed to my dad, "Does she always have to help you with your tie?" My dad laughed heavily, and patted my head, as if I was a dog, "She's good with that kind of stuff."

Ezra clapped his hands together once, "Good to know." I snuck him a glance, grinning. An awkward silence filled the air. My mom puckered her lips and stated, "Why don't you get Mr. Fitz a drink Aria?" I stood still for a moment and then acknowledged her thought, "Oh okay."

Opening the fridge I asked him, "What do you want to drink?" He shifted his tie around, "Water is fine." I gave him an awkward glance and caught my mom looking at us.

The night was just starting.