Italics are thoughts.
This chapter is is Ezra's point of view.
I own nothing. Everything written belongs to Sara Sheppard and ABC Family.
This is rated M for a reason. If you don't like smut, I would skip this story.
It's not supposed to happen this way.
You're not supposed to fall in love with one of your students.
But I'm in love with Aria Montgomery.
You're not supposed to have sex with your students.
But I took her virginity, and she wanted me to be her first.
You're not supposed to get your student's pregnant.
But we were so caught up in the moment we didn't notice it.
Even if we had noticed it, it would have been too late.
Even though I'm not supposed to do this… It happened anyways.
I had to face reality, and went to my computer for answers. I typed in the "Age of consent in Pennsylvania" and I begin to feel my heart beat crazy. I had realized 3 weeks earlier that I had sex with a minor… but this is the first time that I'm actually admitting it to myself. I could not believe that I had sexual intercourse with one of my students… and the fact that I might had gotten her pregnant during the 5 minutes I was inside of her!
My head started spinning, and I tried to swallow but my stomach got knots in it and I couldn't breathe. If I was acting like this while Aria was taking the pregnancy test, how would I act during the many hours of labor that she must complete before giving birth to our beautiful baby boy.
My brain stopped. Why am I thinking about her having a baby? She might not even be pregnant!
My hands started to get sweaty, and I began to click on various links, hoping that if she wasn't pregnant. Then, I would not have to serve jail time, or lose my job.
I tried to breathe in and out as I read the first link, which would give all the details of my future.
The age of consent in Pennsylvania is 16 years of age for statutory sexual assault and 18 years for corruption of minors.
I sighed in relief- she was at age to give consent… I was going to be free! No jail time, and I wouldn't lose my job unless someone told on us!
I read the rest of the information, which was a lot of "blah, blah, blah" and talked about someone who was between the ages of 16 and 18 and their relationships with people 2-4 years younger. I was in the clear, Aria and I could have the future that I always wanted to. The law was not going to ruin the future that I have planned for her.
And then I read this and my heart sunk…
Involuntary deviate sexual intercourse
-When the victim is less than 16 years of age and the person is four or more years older than the complainant and the complainant and person are not married to each other.
-When the alleged victim is 16 or older and less than 18 years of age, and the alleged offender is over the age of 18, the Commonwealth may charge the offense of corruption of minors or unlawful contact with a minor, even if the activity was consensual.
If Aria was pregnant, and her parents found out that I was the one that got her pregnant… I may be charged with the offense of corruption of a minor.
For some reason, I thought back to that crappy MTV show "16 and pregnant", and how the girls were 16 - 17 years old when they gave birth to their babies. Their baby daddies were usually 22-24 years old. None of the daddies did jail time for getting the girl pregnant, and they all were able to see their babies' minutes after they were born. It was like MTV thought "age was just a number."
If they were able to avoid jail time, I should be able to…
What if she's not pregnant? Maybe I'm stressing myself out over nothing.
I decide to call Aria, and see if there is anything to worry about. She probably took the test, and was waiting for the timer to beep off with the results… the results that would control our future; together and apart.
"Hello?" I hear Aria say as she breathes deeply into the phone.
"Aria?" I ask, even thought I know it's her on the other end.
"It's me Ezra, is everything okay?" She says this quickly, and I know that she's nervous.
"I just wanted to know if you took the test yet and if you have the results." I ask quickly, afraid of what she is going to say.
"No, not yet." She answers back with little hesitation. I don't think she wants to face reality yet.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to come over and hold your hand as we wait for the results together?" I tell her this because I really want to be with her when she takes this pregnancy test. Nobody should have to deal with a pregnancy test alone; when it takes two to tango.
"I kinda want to do this myself Ezra." She says, and my heart begins to sink.
"Okay, but call me when you get the results. Like as soon as you do, I want to be here for you. This is my fault too." I reply quickly, trying to change her mind, even though that's not going to happen.
"Sure, Ezra." She replies.
"I love you Aria, I love you more than anything in the world" I tell Aria the word's she's been waiting to hear… and I mean it.
"Bye, Ezra." Aria answers and she quickly turns off the phone. I listen to dead space for a minute before I turn the phone off, and put it on the table.
I try to avoid all the feeling of regret in the pit of my stomach. Aria getting pregnant was my fault. I should have asked her to start taking a birth control pill before we even started to talk about having sex. I bet if I asked her, she would have agreed, and we wouldn't be in this situation.
I thought back to that wonderful night, when I was able to become one with an amazing young woman. Our first time was perfect. Aria and I were making love together, and it was so much better than the casual sex I had before. Making love with Aria is romantic, and sweet, and I can show her how much I love her, without even saying a word. Casual sex was hot and heavy, and everything I wanted last year. But now, I would choose a committed relationship and making love with Aria any day.
Her name was Meredith…Meredith Sorenson. And it was a random event that happened when we were both intoxicated. It wasn't at a bar during a trashy St. Patrick's Day… or at a house party on New Year's Eve. It was actually on June 21st… the date of Ernest Hemingway's Birth.
The spring semester had ended a month earlier, but I had three summer classes I was taking, in order to graduate a semester earlier. I was taking "The History, and Life of Earnest Hemingway", "Introduction to Art History", and "Ethnical Debates since 1945." Since it was a summer class, classes were very small, and assignments were often untraditional. My Earnest Hemingway class was mostly online, and had some weird assignments. On June 21st, we were assigned the weirdest assignment… and to write like Earnest Hemingway did. My teacher Robert told us to get intoxicated like Hemingway often was when he wrote. We then had to write something. I ended up writing a poem. There were 8 people in my class, and I paired up with this cute blonde girl named Meredith. We met up at my dorm room, and she planned on staying the night after our night of drunken writing. She met at my dorm room at four-thirty, with a bottle of Tylenol and a six pack of Mike's hard raspberry Lemonade. I put her alcohol into the fridge, and took my bottle of Captain Morgan out of the freezer and poured us both a shot. I figured it would be best for us to start drinking now, and maybe get to know each other better… I hoped to get to know the twins she was seductively showing off as well.
We first started talking about school, and how we both would graduate soon. She talked about her job as an assistant teacher, and doing her student teaching in the history department. I mentioned my love of English, and how I wanted to teach the students how to learn, in unique ways and to teach them to learn on their own when possible.
She told me about her boyfriend, and how she had dropped him off at the airport for a year in Iceland. I mentioned that the only woman in my life was my mother, and how my mother wanted me to keep it that way. She laughed at me when I tried to recite Shakespeare, and I listened as she recited The Gettysburg Address she was memorizing for her history final.
After a lot of small talk, we began to drink and started our drunken writings. She was on her 4rd bottle and 2 pages in on her short story when she started taking off her clothes. I was almost done my extremely short poem, when I heard a clunk across the room. I looked up, and saw that she was taking off her high heels, and smiled that she was actually making herself at home.
I went back to writing, and thought for 5 minutes as I tried to find a sentence to end the poem. When I looked up at Meredith, she was barely wearing clothes. She was wearing a pink tiny bra, and a tight matching thong… and her white strappy heels were back on her feet. As I was staring, she came up to me and gave me a hard kiss on the lips, and rubbed my crotch. I began to moan, as she felt me getting hard. She took off my pants, and left me in my boxers. She got on my lap began to grind on me as she began rubbing my crotch, and tongue fucking me. I was going to blow soon, and I could feel her wetness dripping through her panties. I asked her to get off of my lap, and I began to carry her to my bed.
As I was carrying her to my bed, I wondered if this was going to be a good idea. Should I have sex with someone I barely know, and has a long distance relationship? The last two relationships I had ended because the girl couldn't keep her pants on… and I didn't want to ruin Meredith's relationship with her boyfriend, even though he was 1,000 miles away.
In the end, my throbbing dick got the best of me, and I had hot sex with Meredith. It ended ten minutes after we started. After we finished, we put our clothes back on and went back to writing. At 2am, she finished her short and then crawled into bed next to me. I held her body next to me, and I tried to make her feel like I had cared about her, when it was just casual sex.
In the morning, we both agreed it was the alcohol that made us have sex, and she thanked me for the good time we had last night. We saw each other twice a week for the rest of the summer semester. We worked on various projects together, but we never crossed the line again. After our class ended, we lost touch and didn't see each other for months. I saw her for the first time again at the graduation exercises. She was with a man that looked twice her age, and I recognized him from around town. It took me a few minutes to realize that he was one of the professors on campus. I couldn't remember his last name, but I heard her saying "Bryon sweetie!" as she giggled and flirted with him.
As much as I enjoyed my first sexual relationship with Meredith Sorenson, I wasn't happy with whom it was with. Many, many years from now, I would have liked to have told my son not to sleep around, and that I saved my virginity to someone I carried so much about… and the woman who is his mother. If I told him not to sleep around with someone that just met, I would have been a total hypocrite.
Why was I thinking about what to tell my son when he asked me about sex? I didn't have a son… and I wasn't a father. If Aria was pregnant, she would have called. I told her to call me first… even though I knew she might tell her friends before she told me. Her four closest friends had been through so much together, and I didn't want to interfere with the friendship that they had.
How would Aria be treated at school if she was pregnant? Would she tell her other students who had gotten her pregnant? Would she do the traditional lie of a girl that had gotten pregnant by an older guy? Would she tell people "I was drunk, and I honestly don't know what happened"? Or would she lie and say that she was raped at Camp Mona?
What would we do if she really was pregnant? Would she keep the baby and want me to be its father? Would she be sent away like they did years before, and be forced to get married to someone that she didn't even know or love? Would she tell me she was not pregnant… and get an abortion instead? Would she give the baby up minutes after it was born, to a family that may have deserved it, but would never love it as much as us?
What would her boyfriend, Noel Kahn say? Have they had sex since Aria and I had sex? After Hanna had got hit by a car at Camp Mona, Noel and Aria were constantly seen together, during school. Ariainitially planned to break up with him, but didn't want to in order to herself look normal as possible after Hanna was hit. Aria didn't want people to think Noel hit Hanna with a car, after she broke up with him. I couldn't blame her. Aria deserved to live a normal life, dating a boy her age, and that treated her right. She should not have been in this situation… especially with me.
I had so many questions on my mind… and I couldn't seem to concentrate. What time is it? Why hadn't Aria called me?
I looked at my watch, and saw that it was now quarter to six. It had been an hour since I had talked to Aria, and she still hadn't called me back. I was getting worried… I called her again, and the phone kept ringing and ringing… and then it went to voicemail.
I couldn't wait any longer... And went off to find Aria.
Author's Note:
I'm back! After much thought, I decided to make this one-shot, a story. I'm not sure what I want to do with it... so please help me by answering these questions!Who do you want Aria to tell first about her pregnancy? The girls? Her parents? Ezra? Noel? Or do you think A will ruin it for her and tell everyone before she is ready to admitt the truth?
I never meantioned that Aria and Noel had sex... but what if they did? Should I have Aria try to tell him that it's his baby, when it really could be Ezra's?
Here are some details to fill you in:
You as the readers, know that Aria is pregnant. Mr. Fitz does not know... he may find out the truth later on, or he may never know.
I decieded to added Ezra's first sexual relationship with Meredith on a whim, because they both went to the same university. To date, that is not in the book, or in the tv show.
I also added Bryan, Aria's dad into the story because I wanted a bit of a twist. Ezra does not know that Bryon is Aria's dad, but he does know that Aria's parents are not living together at this time.
Thank you for reading! And let me know if you like it, and if I should stop it with Ezra finding out the news... or maybe he will never know the truth...
Have a happy & safe new year... bring on 2011! =)
