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By the time I'd got to Spencer's house, the worry of my last A text had already vanished. It was something we'd all learnt to do. We knew A would find out everything and we couldn't stop living our lives, and I wouldn't stop seeing Ezra unless A threatened to tell if I didn't end it.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked as I entered Spencer's kitchen. She must've seen me coming because she was already making us coffee. "Come on Spencer, spill. I left a very important meeting for this."

"Meeting with Fitzy?" She questioned and I raised an eyebrow, "Ezra." She corrected herself and I nodded, "just a little after school catch up." She smirked at this, knowing what 'after school catch up' really meant.

We spoke for a while and Spencer apologised if she made it sound like it was really important. She did have the tendency to overreact but normally when she text us 'SOS' it was actually really important. I told her it was fine and lucky she did because Mrs Welch showed up a few minutes later. So really I had to thank her.

Spencer handed me my coffee, "So I wanted to ask something. I know you'll probably say no and that's fine, but..." she stopped talking to take a sip of her coffee and I widened my eyes at her, "what?"

"oh yeah, sorry!" That girl seriously needed to come out with things instead of dragging it out.

"Spencer, what is it?" I was getting worried now. It seemed like she was putting something off. Was she going to ask me if she could tell Hanna and Emily? Was she going to ask me to end it? I couldn't imagine that Spencer would do that but there wasn't anything else I could think of.

"Do you and Ezra want to come to the lake house with me and Toby? And before you say no, and accuse me of being out of my mind, I want to fight my corner."

"Fight your corner? You want me to tell Ezra someone knows, and then ask him if he wants to come on a double date with me and his student and her boyfriend? I think you've had too much coffee Spence." As much as I wanted this to happen, and for me and Ezra to go on double dates with Spencer and Toby, I knew it couldn't.

"I said let me explain first" she frowned, and I shook my head, what was there to explain? I let her carry on nevertheless.

"Firstly," did she always have to speak like she was writing an essay or having a debate? "it would be nice for Mr...Ezra and I to get to know each other outside of school, maybe then I won't find it so weird calling him Ezra because it still freaks me out a little bit, secondly, Toby would never tell, he loves me and he's your friend and he'd never risk that, also, they would probably get along." She made a good point. Toby IS quite mature for his age, and he'd already left school.

"Thirdly, maybe if you told Mr F...Ezra, that I knew, you wouldn't feel so guilty every time you see him, because I know you do, I can read you like a book and you always have a guilty look on your face." She was right. I hated not being able to tell him.

"You don't have to decide now, you can talk about it with Mr Fitz...see? This double date needs to happen so I can actually call him by his name Aria."

I would be nice to spend time with Toby and Spencer together, and it would be nice for them to get to know Ezra on a personal level. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea? Spencer's a good persuader, I'll give her that.

"I might talk to him about it. But you're right. I need to tell him you know." I decided then and there that I needed to tell him. I'd hoped he take it alright, I hated him being angry with me. Even though he was cute when he was angry, but that's off topic.

"What do you mean Spencer knows?! Why did you tell her? Are you stupid?" I'd never seen Ezra this angry before.

"She found out. I swear I didn't tell her, you have to trust me.."

"Trust?" that one word cut through me like a sharp knife. The word 'trust' was dripping with disgust. I recalled to about twenty seconds earlier when I said I'd never seen him that angry before and noted how untrue that seems now,

"I promise." He shook his head at this, and ran his hand through his hair. Why was he reacting like this? He knew people would have to find out eventually.

"We were never that careful Ezra, you knew this would happen,"

"I knew people would find out," he said calmly, "WHEN I WANTED THEM TO," he raised his voice at me, and that was the first time that had ever happened.

I did the only thing I could think to do. I jumped up at him, my arms clung around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, and immediately attached my lips to his. He pushed my legs off of him and I was standing with my arms still around his neck, clinging onto him, leaning up to look at him with pleading eyes. I needed him to trust me.

"Get, your arms, off of me." He muttered, and I kept them there, hoping that he'd change his mind. "GET OFF." There it was again, his raised voice, something that was so unfamiliar to me. Something that ripped through my heart like nothing ever had before.

I obliged this time, and sat down on the couch. He shook his head, and walked over to me, grabbing my wrist. "you're hurting me," my voice was quiet, and I looked down to see his hands wrapped around my tiny wrists, his knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip, "I don't care."

He opened the door, and pushed me out. I fell to the floor. I was now sobbing, and it hurt to see that he didn't care in the slightest. "You're overreacting, she won't say anything!" I pleaded with him to listen to me, but he wasn't listening, instead, he took the key that was under his mat and put it in his pocket. This small gesture showed that it was truly over. He didn't want me to come into his apartment ever again.

I got hopeful when he suddenly calmed, he held out his hand and I took it, he pulled me up, and cupped my face, "The thing is. You're under reacting, because what you don't understand is that I've thrown my life and career away for a worthless tramp."

He turned around and walked back into his apartment, closing the door on me and our relationship without a second thought. When the door slammed I fell apart, falling to the floor, tears falling down my face as I held my stomach, trying not to throw up. This was it, it was over. We couldn't ever come back from this. My whole relationship destroyed with one conversation.

"Spencer?" Where was she? I needed her? She said she'd be here all night. "SPENCER, I NEED YOU!"