AN:

So this chapter is the conclusion to chapter three! I hope you guys have like tis two-shot. If you have any other ideas for chapters please don't hesitate to leave a comment or send me a personal message! I can never have enough ideas. I have constant writer's block so I'll be about to finish a story and not like the ending and just delete the whole thing and try to start from scratch, so if I have inspiration and ideas these chapters should be easier to write and post! I really hope you guys like these stories! It means so much to me when you read and review! Well this is my last chapter for the day so have a good night!

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"Good morning class. This morning, I just want to go over chapters two through five of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' that you hopefully read over the weekend," said the most beautiful voice I have ever heard and the way his lips moved when he spoke.. I need to stop thinking about Ezra right now, my mother is sitting two desks behind me.

Over the weekend my mom had called Ezra to see if she could watch him teach a class so she could "get a feel for the atmosphere in the classroom". Those were the exact words she used when she told me she was coming into class with me when I got home from Ezra's on Saturday night. My mother seemed to have a little crush on Mr. Fitz, herself. I couldn't think of a more uncomfortable situation then that. It's not her fault, she doesn't know that I'm dating him but it is awkward when your mom likes the love of your life.

Ezra continued to teach the class with practiced-ease. During the afternoon on Saturday, we had started discussing the characters of "To Kill a Mockingbird" and what their purpose was to the story. Those seemed to be the exact answers he was looking for at the moment. I didn't raise my hand to often because I didn't want to draw attention-also because sometimes it is hard to pay attention when I can't stop looking into his eyes or thinking about our time together.

"...Ms. Montgomery?" His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fitz, can you repeat the question?" I asked. Ezra looked into my eyes in response for a few seconds too long apparently because someone in the row behind me cleared his or her throat.

"Oh, um of course. I was just wondering if you thought the author took liberties with the narrator's voice?" He asked, stuttering a little bit in embarrassment. I quickly tried to cover up for him.

"I think whoever said that missed the point." Ezra looked at me with a dazed expression playing on his features. "O-Okay, go on." he said.

"Well the author was writing from an adult's perspective about things she remembered from when she was a kid, things she was passionate about." I said, this conversation seemed to not be so much about the book anymore.

"Do you think it's fair to apply that insight, in retrospect?" he asked seemingly forgetting that there was a class full of students along with my mother, much like I was at the moment.

"Yeah, why not? Kids see a lot, probably more than adults. They just don't have the words yet to express their feelings." Okay, I could tell people were starting to notice something was going on between us, but I couldn't stop this just yet.

"Why do they see more?" Seeming deeply curious about what I had to say about the topic.

"Because they're are curious and they act on their feelings," I responded almost immediately. I could almost see the wheels turning in Ezra's head as he was taking in the double meaning to my words.

"And you think adults have lost that ability-to act on their feelings?" he asked honestly wondering whether or not I was talking about him.

"Not the lucky ones," I answered. By now I would have been very surprised if someone hadn't picked up on the sexual tension in the classroom.

"And what happens to those people who are unable to act on their feelings?" The way he was looking at me made it so hard not to give into my temptations right then and there.

"They get very frustrated," I answered just as forcefully. By now I could feel the stare's of the students, as well as my mother, burning holes in the back of my head. Ezra and I were lost in each other's interaction for a second and then we remembered that we weren't alone.

"So, uh.. Does anyone have any questions?" He said suddenly. As soon as the words left his mouth the bell rang and everyone began to pack up their belongings. I looked back towards where Ezra was standing and saw him looking back at me. A moment later I saw his gaze move away from me- looking at something else with intensity that seemed to quickly turn into fear. I turned around, confused, to see my mother giving both of us a questioning look.

"Aria, can I talk to you for a moment?" my mom asked uncomfortably. She put her things back down on the ground and took a seat. Ezra took that as his time to leave the room, he picked up his booked, nervously smiled at us and fled from the room.

"What was that all about?" Ella questioned me with her eyes filled with only curiousity.

"What are you talking about?" I responded a little to quickly. "We were just talking about the book," I spoke quickly. Whenever I was nervous about something I spoke at a million miles per minute.

"Whatever you say, sweetie. I must say, you're crush on him is very cute- but don't make it so obvious that he realizes it, honey. Remember to always play hard-to-get." My mom laughed as she spoke, clearly thinking nothing of the fact that Ezra was just as infatuated with the conversation during class as I was. I guess that's better so she doesn't suspect anything more than a petty crush. "I have to get going, I'll see you when you get home tonight," she kissed my cheek and walked out of the room. I slowly followed her out and turned down the closest corner from the classroom.

"She's gone," I said in an exasperated tone.

"Aria, I'm so sorry. I don't know what that was in class. To think, all weekend we were saying how we had to keep our interaction to a minimum and then I pull that in class," Ezra and I had a lot in common. One of our similarities is that we both speak too fast when we are nervous.

"Hey," I said soothingly. "Everything is fine. The only thing she suspects is that I have a major crush on you. For once I'm grateful that she isn't always the most intuitive person." I laughed lightly as we both walked back to his classroom. So badly I just wanted to simply take his hand but I knew the consequences if anyone saw even that.

Ezra shut the door to his classroom once we were back inside and closed the blind in the process. He walked over to me quickly and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me towards him forcefully. He leaned down and kissed me, first slowly but with more time came more passion. My arms twined around his neck as I pulled his impossibly closer to me. We pulled apart just to catch our breath and he bent down to lean his forehead against mine.

"I wanted to do that during the entire class," he whispered breathlessly. I lightly chuckled and nodded in response.

"Me too, you have no idea how hard it is to sit in that seat and call you Mr. Fitz." I said looking into his eyes. He lifted my chin so we would've been face-to-face if it weren't for our severe high difference.

"Oh trust me I get it," He spoke again before pulling me in once more. We continued to kiss like this until we heard a light knock on the door. Ezra walked over to open it while I attempted to smooth out my hair a little bit. As he opened the door he looked back over to be with a look of fear in his eyes. I saw my mom walk in and realized where his look came from because I probably resembled a similar one right then.

"Oh hey mom, I just had to ask Ez-Mr. Fitz, if he had seen my book because I can't find it." I looked at Ezra and he nodded in agreement to my story.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Montgomery, I haven't but if it shows up anywhere I will be sure to return it to you immediately." He said giving me a small smile when he finished.

"Well thank you anyways, Mr. Fitz, and mom I'll see you at home because I better go meet the girls in the cafeteria. Bye," I said as my mom walked over to the bookshelf to examine his book collection. As I was walking out the door Ezra and I lightly brushed hands and I felt something against my palm. When I got into the hallway I looked down and saw it was a note:

Aria,

This is just incase we get interrupted and I don't get to say this before you leave. I love you and I hope I'm one of the lucky ones who haven't lost the ability to act on my feelings. Call me after school so we can make plans for tonight. By the way, you look beautiful.

-E

After reading that note, I wasn't able to remove the smile from my face for the rest of the day... and yes, Ezra Fitz is one of the lucky ones.

AN:

So I hope you enjoyed this conclusion! Please read and review giving me more ideas like I say in every author's note!(: Sorry these are always so long so I'll try to keep this one short- thanks guys! (Oh and if you didn't know that discussion in the classroom was quoted from a deleted scene from what was supposed to be in episode 1x04)