I sat alone in the cafeteria, Ezra's words echoing in my head "I never expected to feel this kind of loss over leaving you". He was addressing the entire class, but those words, they were aimed at me.

I wasn't even sure what was going on with us, we'd been arguing right before his English class and we were in that 'I love you but I don't want to speak to you' kind of phase… I hated it. Our argument had really got to me, I didn't want to speak to him. But at the same time, I did. I loved him, he was the one I wanted to share everything with, especially my feelings. But something about out argument made me want to keep my feelings from him, I didn't know why, but I didn't like it. It made English more of an ordeal than it should have been. As if English classes weren't awkward enough… We already had to hide our relationship, but trying to hide the tension between us was even harder. It was almost unbearable, there were moments where I wanted to just get up and leave, but I couldn't, it would have looked suspicious, and plus it was the last lesson I'd have with Ezra, I couldn't just go. I couldn't even begin to imagine what Ezra would have thought if I'd left. Would he think we were over? I couldn't bear the thought of him thinking that, so I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind.

I looked up at the clock, when I realised what the time was I panicked. It was almost 4pm, Ezra would be leaving soon. No matter how things were between us, I just couldn't let him go, not without speaking to him first. I grabbed my bag and rushed to his classroom, only to find it empty. 'I'm too late…' I thought, as I stared longingly at the empty desk where his things used to be neatly placed. Tears started to form in my eyes as I wished I hadn't rushed off after class. I should have stayed, I should have spoken to him, sorted things out. But I didn't. Ezra had gone, without a word to me. I just wanted to break down and cry. But then I'd want Ezra, I'd want him to comfort me. Hold me until the tears stopped. But he couldn't, he wasn't there, and even if he was, he was the reason for my tears.

I started to wonder if maybe I'd done the right thing by rushing off and not speaking to him. Maybe Ezra and I being together was too much of a risk, even with him no longer being my teacher. My Dad would never agree with it, and even if Mom did, she'd take weeks, if not months to come around to it, and even when she did, she'd never be able to change Dad's mind. Maybe Ezra and I was just too good to be true.

Suddenly a bright light lit up the classroom and I looked out of the window down to the car park, there was Ezra, putting his things in his car. My heart raced. I forgot all about our argument. I had to get down there; I had to see him. I ran as fast as I could so that I didn't miss him. I pushed open the doors leading out of the school. "EZRA!" I shouted, as I ran across the car park. He turned and saw me. I dropped my bag and carried on running. He dropped the box he was holding and held his arms out. When I reached him, he lifted me up, spun me round, and pressed his lips to mine. And in that moment, I knew everything would be okay. Ezra and I loved each other. Nothing and no one could get in the way of that.