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I smiled as I walked over to Mr. Fitz's desk to hand him my essay paper. He looked up as he noticed me standing there and raised his eyebrows.

"Already?" he asked quietly, careful not to disturb the other students.

I sat on his desk and his eyes widened as he looked at my exposed thighs as the beautiful printed dress rode up a little. "What can I say," I whispered back, "I'm a fast writer."

I smirked as he squirmed in his seat and cleared his throat, "A-alright Ms. Montgomery, please take your seat."

"But I like it here," I pouted and sat further back on his desk, parting my legs a little. He nervously looked around the class and tried not to look at my legs.

"Please go back to your seat Ms. Montgomery," he said more sternly.

Mr. Fitz was my hot 24-year-old English teacher. I had the biggest crush on him since he started here and I always found a way to tease him. To test his self-control. I could tell he wanted me by the way his eyes travelled over my body, absorbing every detail. The way his eyes would flash with lust before he controlled his expression turned me on badly.

But he always was so controlled and it was frustrating. Sighing I reluctantly got off his desk and walked back to my seat, chewing on the bottom of my pen as I looked out the window bored. I gently tapped my boots against the floor, earning a few irritated looks from my classmates.

Mr. Fitz glanced over at me as I was looking out the window. I could feel his eyes on me and I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I was careful not to let him know I knew, because otherwise he would look away. I wanted him to look at me. It made me feel like I had some sort of power over him that he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. Once he looked away from me, I let myself have a good look at him.

God, he was gorgeous. Just looking at his deep blue eyes made me breathless. My eyes fell on his lips and I wondered what they would feel like on mine. Probably amazing. I heard the bell for the end of the day ring and students were quick to hand in their papers and leave the classroom.

"Ms. Montgomery can I have a word with you, please." I heard Mr. Fitz ask while the other students were leaving. I gathered up my books and put my handbag over my shoulder, walking slowly to his desk.

"Yes, sir?" I looked at him and our eyes locked.

"This paper is really good. Have you done this before?" He questioned sounding impressed. I smiled and leant against his desk.

"I've read the book before. But I haven't done work on it."

"You're writing is very promising, if that's the direction you're heading in. Most of your work is spectacular. Is this something you're into?" He smiled at me. Oh how his smiles made me swoon.

I awkwardly cleared my throat trying to shake off my thoughts.

"Uh yeah, English has always interested me. It's my favorite subject," I grinned to myself silently thinking, and apparently English teachers.

"You're going to go far. English was always my favorite subject too. Keep it up."

"Thank you Mr. Fitz." I smiled blushing lightly before walking around to his side to sit on his desk like I was before.

"You're a really great teacher." I nodded and noticed him squirming again. Whenever we were close the sexual tension was thick, and this made him nervous.

Good.

"Th-thank you." He stuttered and a grin slowly spread over my features.

I noticed then that he wasn't looking away from me. His eyes were lust filled and I bit my lip.

"Mr. Fitz?" I questioned hooking my feet on his chair and sliding him closer to me. He gulped and looked up at me

"Yes?"

I smiled and leaned forward, my face inches from his. I could feel his shaky breath on my skin.

"Why do you always resist me?" I tilted my head resting both my hands on his cheeks. He didn't answer. I sighed softly and took his hand before resting it on my thigh, biting my lip.

"A-Aria. This is wrong." He said breathlessly and I put my finger to his lip, silencing him.

"I know you want me." I mumbled and he looked uneasy, barely moving. I liked the way he said my name.

Don't worry; it'll be our little secret." I whispered reassuringly and shivered as I felt his hand brush over my thigh. I moaned softly and tilted my head back and I felt his fingertips very softly brush my panties. My breathing became uneven as he moved his hand to my other leg, travelling further up.

A loud knocking at the door made us both jump and I quickly got off his desk, he straightened up the few things I had knocked over on his desk and tried not to look guilty. I sighed frustrated at the unwanted intruder.

"Come in," he called moving closer to the desk to hide his erection. I smirked and went to say something when the person at the door walked inside. It was another teacher- none I had ever had for any classes.

"Ezra, I hope I'm not interrupting," she smiled warmly at us both and I rolled my eyes; none of them saw it.

"No, no of course not Maggie. I was just telling Ar- Ms. Montgomery that her writing is going to go far." He cleared his throat at the awkward-almost-mistake. I smirked and bit my lip, walking around to the other side of the desk, picking up my bag and books.

"Yeah, thank you Mr. Fitz." I decided to leave since 'Maggie' obviously wasn't. I wasn't too sure if she was a teacher here or not.

"Aria? You forgot something." He handed me a folded piece of paper and I raised my eyebrows.

"Thanks… Bye Mr. Fitz," I gave him a seductive smile before turning to Maggie, "bye." I nodded and rushed out the room. Damn it. I frown to myself as soon as I'm in the deserted hallway; I was so close to having him. Then that Maggie had to interrupt.

Chewing on my lip as I walked to my car I wondered who she was. Was she a teacher here? Girl friend? Wife? Oh god. What if Mr. Fitz was married? What if I just half seduced a married man? I assumed he wasn't married because he was so young, but what do I know?

My thoughts took a turn for the worst.

Who cares if he's married, I thought bitterly, it's not like it can get anymore wrong than him being your teacher.

Maggie was irrelevant, I decided. Wife or no wife, I planned to have him by the end of the school year. Maybe even the end of the week. But I was getting too ahead of myself, it was already Thursday.

"Aria! Wait up." I looked over my shoulder to see Noel jogging up to me. I rolled my eyes and almost didn't stop.

"Hey Noel." I plastered a fake smile on my face and looked up at him once he caught up to me. To think just a short time ago I had the biggest crush on him. Before I decided I'm into older guys, that is. Now his attempts at flirting with me were kind of annoying. I did enjoy it sometimes, but the only reason I'd be flirting with Noel is because I'm bored, or Mr Fitz hadn't given me the usual attention in class.

"What are your plans for today?" He grinned at me and I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Probably just hanging with the girls, why?"

"Well there's this new movie out and I was wondering if you wanted to see it tonight?" he looked hopeful.

I almost said no, but for some reason I had a soft spot for Noel. Plus maybe a normal night out with guys my age would be good for me, take my mind off of Mr. Fitz for a while. If it were even possible.

"Sure." I nodded biting my lip, "what time?"

"I'll pick you up around 5?" He smiled, clearly happy and relieved I said yes.

"I'll see you then." I nodded smiling back before waving to his friends who were obviously watching us. I walk back down the hallway heading towards my car. I wonder if Noel thinks this is a date. So what if he does, a selfish part of me thinks that maybe I could use him to make Mr. Fitz jealous. I shake my head clearing my thoughts, what was I thinking? To hurt Noel in order to get it on with my teacher? Ugh, Aria, I mentally told myself off. How could I be so heartless? Noel had done nothing bad to me in the past, and here I was having thoughts of how to use tonight to make Mr. Fitz jealous.

But the truth is I knew I'd do anything to get him. Even if it was just for one night. One perfect night with him. But surely after one night he wouldn't be able to resist, he'd be back for more and I'd let him.

I had never had sex with anyone before but I was more than willing to give it all up to him. Even if it hurt a lot, surely the sensation he caused me when he touched my leg wouldn't be fully hidden by the pain. I bet he'd be so gentle, careful not to hurt me. He could teach me what he likes and help me explore what I like. I was so caught up in my thoughts I barely noticed I was breathing heavy outside my car like a total weirdo.

Blushing I unlocked my car door and hopped inside.

"Ah, crap," I mumbled when I looked down at the schoolbooks. I had forgotten to put them back in my locker. Sighing I shook my head, there was no way I was going all the way back into the school to put my books back. They can wait until tomorrow.

I was about to start my car when I realized the folded note Mr. Fitz had passed me. I frowned in suspicion because I was about 85% sure I hadn't dropped anything. I unfolded the paper slowly with shaky hands and smirked to myself. In messy hand writing read:

Aria. If you ever need anything at all, here's my address and phone number. Don't be afraid to text or call.

I couldn't stop smiling as I started my car, heading in the direction of home. Maybe I could find an excuse with my parents and go over tonight. Shit the movies with Noel. Ah damn it. Well there's still after, I could tell my parents I was staying at Spencer's and have a secret sleepover with Mr. Fitz. The thought made me smirk and I slowly bit my lip thinking of all the things we could possible get up to. Most involved his bed.. his couch.. shower..

Ugh I need to stop thinking about that when I have things to do, he always gets me to hot and bothered. As I pulled up to my house I frowned in confusion. Why were there police at the front of my house? Crap. I quickly got out of my car and locked the door before rushing inside my house. My mother was sitting on the couch, my dad beside her comforting her.

Where was Mike? Oh god, I hope nothing happened to him.

"Aria," a police officer addressed me. He looked familiar, "I'm detective Wilden, and this is detective Stanton. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"What is this about?" I asked shakily. Trying not to seem intimidated.

"Alison DiLaurtentis."

"Ali? What about her?" I frowned and wondered if she had spilled about the Jenna thing. She wouldn't would she? Oh god, what if she's pinning the blame on me? I wanted to go to the police. I did.

"Your friend Alison is missing. We were wondering if you might have any idea where she is." He looked at me seriously.

"Wh-what? She's missing!?" I felt like my heart had just been ripped out. Oh god, I hoped she was okay.

"Yes."

"Oh god. Oh no," tears sprung to my eyes, "Sh-she said she had thought someone was following her last week. Oh my god I hope she's okay," I started to cry and my mother stood up to wrap her arms around me.

"She thought someone was following her? Did she tell you anything else? Who she thought it was?"

I shook my head and sniffled, "She didn't. She just told us she'd handle it."

"Okay, well if you can remember anything at all, don't hesitate to call me," he looked at me seriously before passing me a card with his number and the name Darren Wilden. I was pretty sure he had gone to Rosewood, that's why he looked so familiar. I frowned remembering that he used to be quite a party boy and hung around with Jason DiLaurentis. God, stoner or not I used to be so in love with Jason when I was younger. Of course I steered clear because Ali would have killed me.

Poor Ali; missing! I prayed she would come back soon.