As my eyes scanned the park multiple times, looking over my shoulder, I waited for the enemy. My mind was still confused, but I knew I wouldn't be a victim anymore under the A Team's wrath and I wanted answers.
"Ms. Montgomery, lovely." Mona's smooth voice called from behind my shoulder.
"Thanks for coming." I replied, not quiet looking her in the eyes.
"It isn't everyday I receive a urgent call." Sarcasm playing in her words.
"What do you know about Ezra being part of the A Team? Don't act stupid, I know your still in on it."
"Aria, are you sure you know everything about your boyfriend?." Her plump lips in a smirk that seemed glued to her face.
"What's that suppose to mean?" My voice raisin with anger.
"Go ask him yourself." Mona hissed.
"Did he.. Is he after Alison?" I asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
"Alison? Ezra and Alison have a history, yes." Mona answered, innocently.
"I want in. I want in on the A Team." I stated, before storming off.
What the hell was Mona talking about? Alison and Ezra have a history? Well then, its settled. I was no more than a prop in finding her. Remembering I didn't have my car, I walked slowly in the direction of my house praying that Ezra was gone and my family was home, at least if someone came to attack me my parents would be there to save me. My mind flashed back to the time I met Ezra Fitz. At the bar, when our casual discussion about literature switched to the first of many hot make out sessions. How silly I was to fall in love with someone who would harass my friends, family, myself and anyone who had contact with me. I knew I wouldn't tell my friends, I wanted to know what was going on first. How could someone actually fake loving someone else for so long? Maybe he wasn't faking, he was just using me to get to who what he really loved. But what if he wasn't? What if he actually loved me. Nothing horrible has actually happened to me, except while on the Halloween train.
Finding myself at my front door, I entered but not before searching the room for him. At this point if he was actually here I would probably just break down crying. The love seat in our living room seemed to be calling my name, I headed towards it, and placed my aching body on it. Just like every ounce of my body felt, my heart ached the most. It used to be so simple.. Ezra and I. We could speak without words, but instead with simple touches and our eyes. And there came are the tears. I loved him, love him still. I knew I could never have another perfect relationship after him because he was everything I wanted and needed in a man. We could have been so perfect, we could have grown older together. But he ruined that by joining them, he took away what I thought was real. How could things ever be the same?
