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Next Monday I greet my friends at our lockers and smile once I see them.

Hanna asks "Hey, how'd your date go?"

I smile even brighter, remembering the wonderful night, "good, great actually."

Emily joins the conversation. "Awesome, I'm glad Mona didn't ruin it for you two."

I roll my eyes, "yeah, me too. Thank you again guys for being there and taking care of the bitch."

Spencer tosses her hair off her shoulder. "Oh, I wouldn't miss that for the world."

We all laugh then head to first period once the bell rings.

A couple students roll in after us and we take our respected seats. Ezra starts class once he finishes attendance and passes out papers. He stops when Mona's voice cuts through the class room.

"Mr. Fitz, that's a lovely tie. Was it a gift?"

Ezra turns to look at her, glaring, but smiles before the rest of the class could see.

"Yes, my mother gave this to me before I started teaching, said it'd bring me good luck."

Several girls in the class 'aww' at his "story" as I smile inwardly, knowing a) his mother's a rich- bitch and b) that's the tie I used to ask him out, then gave to him before the book signing.

Mona says something under her breath, that is barely addable, all I can make out is 'right, from your mother.'

I see Ezra turn his body to face her and he starts to scratch the back of his neck.

"Aw, man I was out hiking this weekend and I think I got something. Have any of you ever had poison ivy?" Ezra says looking at Mona. The girls and I try to contain our laughter. Mona sheepishly lowers into her seat.

Ezra looks at the class again, "no? Oh well. How about we look at the paper in front of us, instead of asking questions that don't pertain to this subject."

Ezra explains the assignment and lets us work for several minutes.

I come to the end of the questions and raise my hand. Ezra walks over to me somewhat baffled I have a question.

"Yes, Ms. Montgomery?"

"This question doesn't match the readings you gave us. All these questions are for chapters 1-12, but this one is for the ending."

Ezra places his left hand on my desk to move the paper to see it clearly and his right arm on the back of my chair then hunches his back. He reads the question then looks at me.

"You're right, thank you for catching that?"

I take in a breath looking at him, nodding my head.

Ezra cocks his head a bit, smiling.

"Did you finish the book already?"

I blush a little.

"I read it last summer, but finished it last night to refresh what happens."

He quietly laughs, "Nerd."

I narrow my eyes at him, but see Hanna, out of the corner of my eye, turn around in her seat.

We look up at her and she gives us a stern look. I mouth 'sorry', and I spot Ezra mouth 'thanks' before he grabs my paper and walks up to the front of the class.

"Ok, class, thanks to Ms. Montgomery you won't have to do question twenty-three. That question is for later on in the book. Now if every will finish up I will collect your papers in a little." A few minutes later the rest of the kids hand their papers up to the front desks and Ezra gathers everyone else's papers.

He sits on the edge of his desk, facing us, to talk about the assignment we just finished.

Tapping the papers he just set down on his desk says, "I'm hoping everyone read the assigned chapters, if not I will know according to your answers." He folds his hands and places them in his lap.

"Now, what did you guys think about the main characters…actually first tell me who they are."

Emily raises her hand and gives a quick explanation of the five or six main characters. I see a few kids groan and move in their seat as they hear the right answers.

Ezra nods his head and compliments her explanation "Good. Now that I know she read the book, and those of you who didn't just from seeing your fretful eyes, knowing you'll be getting a bad grade." Ezra says with a small smile. The few kids who didn't read, and assumingly did badly on the assignment, slump in their seats.

Ezra holds up a hand and laughs.

"Guys, don't worry. I just wanted to scare you into reading these chapters and the next five I'm assigning tonight. The assignment you just did won't count against you few, but it will be extra credit for those who did well."

The majority of the class smiles and laughs a little at the kids who didn't do the work.

The bell rings for us to leave and Ezra asks Mona to stay after class.

The girls and I pack up our stuff and linger until everyone but us, Ezra, and Mona are left.

We walk up to Ezra's desk, where Mona and Ezra are, when Mrs. Welsh walks in.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Mrs. Welsh asks.

Ezra shakes his head no, then adds, "I'll be with you in a moment, if you could wait right there."

The girls and I start to walk out but Spencer stops and grabs Ezra's tie.

She looks at the tie then at Ezra, "tell your mom she has a good sense of fashion." Spencer lets go of the tie then says, "I hope you take care of that poison ivy Mr. Fitz." She looks right at Mona when she says the last part, as referring Mona to the poison ivy. Ezra looks at Spencer then to the rest of us.

"You girls should head off to lunch. Oh, and that poison ivy should be gone in seconds."

We leave the classroom but all stand by the door to hear Ezra punish Mona. Thankfully Mrs. Welsh's body blocks the window in the door, so they can't see us.

I can barely hear Ezra say "the work you did today in class was unlike you. If you do this again I will take actions. If you read this you will understand what I mean. Now please leave."

I look at the girls and we get the hell out of there before Mona comes out to see us eavesdropping. There's no way any of us were going to ask Mona what Ezra wrote on the paper so I'll just wait until after school to ask him.

I meet up with him in 3B, as usual, and take a nap on his bed. I wake up a little after four-thirty and find Ezra at his desk, by the window, grading papers and writing up the assignment for tomorrow. I walk over and stand behind him rubbing the back of his neck. He rolls his seat out and motions for me to sit with him. He laughs a bit and hands me his read grading pen.

"Here, I'm done being the teacher."

I grab the pen and joke, "well, that solves everything."

He looks at me annoyed, "You know want I meant."

Ezra lies back in the chair and I grab the next paper on the stack and read the first few answers.

I turn around to look at him.

"Is this what you have to grade all the time? It's like they don't even know they're in AP."

He rolls his eyes.

"I know, and you'd be surprised of who actually does the work, and well."

I scrunch my eyebrows together, "who?"

"Mona."

I shake my head. "Nu-uh, her? She's a total air head."

He put his hands in the air then set them on my lap.

"It surprised me too, but yeah she's up there with you and Spencer."

My eyes grow bigger. "I almost forgot, what did that paper say, the one you gave to her after we left the classroom?"

He cocks his head to the side. "How'd you know about that?"

I look across the room and say quietly, "we eavesdropped."

I look back at him to see him smiling, "that doesn't shock me. But I gave her a zero and wrote 'next time you even insinuate anything involving me don't be surprised to see your grade plummet."

I laugh, "Black mail! Mr. Fitz, I never would have suspected you to get your hands dirty."

He cunningly smiles. "Really? Coming from you, who hangs out with the black-mailing band of bitches."

I laugh then uncap the red pen and write an A+ on his bicep.

"You get an A+ for that nick name."

He looks at me in faux-shock but grabs the pen from me and scrolls something along my arm.

"Huh, teacher's pet!" I say reading what he wrote aloud.

He sinkers, "quiet fitting."

I turn around in his lap to straddle him then pull his shirt over his head and throw it on the floor. I read aloud as I write 'Bad Teacher' across his chest.

"Oh, I can be a bad teacher" Ezra says picking me up and walking over to the couch. He drops my body on the cushions then crawls on top of me. "Ms. Montgomery, you better hope this pen comes off or you won't only be getting a bad grade."

I raise my eyebrow, "Too bad we aren't in the supply closet again."

We make out for what seemed like two seconds but when my mom calls it's actually been half an hour. I'm sure if she hadn't called this could have gone further but I'm somewhat glad it didn't. When anything like that happens and Ezra and I have to act professional the next day it normally doesn't end smoothly. I answer her call, "hey mom, what's up?" I ask getting up from the couch to look for my shirt. I walk over to the kitchen and find it thrown on the counter.

"When are you going to be home? I don't want this week to be like last week were we barley saw you. I know it's your senior year but that doesn't mean you're not my daughter…"

"Mom, mom, I understand. I'll be home in like thirty minutes."

I hear a sigh of relief, "Thank you and tell the girls hi for me."

I look at Ezra, "my mom says high."

Ezra fakes a girl's voice and says "hiiiggghhhh!" very shrilly, and high.

I shake my head, laughing, "I'll see you soon, bye Ella." I end the call then pick up a pillow and throw it at him. "You are ridiculous."

Ezra shows his boyish smile, holding the pillow up for protection, and says "but you love me."

I roll my eyes, "but I love you." He sets the pillow on the couch and sits back. I join him and we finish a movie from a couple nights ago, until I have to leave.

Apparently I fell asleep because Ezra shakes me awake three seconds before I have to leave. "Babe, wake up, you should get going."

I rub my eyes and sit up, resting my hand on his leg for support.

I lean in to kiss him good bye then grab my purse and coat quickly and head for the door.

I open the door and Ezra yells "Bye, love you." I head out and yell behind me, "you too" then close the door.

I get home just in time for dinner, which smells fantastic, and the four of us, for once, enjoy a dinner together.

We're almost done eating when Ella asks how our days were.

Mike stuffs his mouth with second helpings and says, "Good, I scored a goal at practice today." The three of us smile and my mother coos out a congratulations. He beams then looks at me and asks how my day went.

"Good." I respond, short and sweet.

My mother cocks her, suspiciously. "Really? Because when I walked by Ezra's class today Mona came out looking very upset. When I asked her about it she just said 'ask you daughter' than marched off."

I close my eyes thinking to myself, even when Mona's taken care she still finds a way to ruin me.

I shake my head, "it's nothing serious, it's just some stupid thing she said about Alison that irked me and I came back at her today and she got butt hurt."

Byron shovels in a spoonful of food and manages to say, "Good for you, standing up for your…friend."

Ella says "well, good. Just remember if she starts harassing you I'm always there. I'm sure Mrs. Welsh and Mr. Fitz's doors are always open as well."

I nod, 'if only she knew.'

I jolt awake the next morning and check my clock. "Shit." I say to myself jumping out of bed and running to my bathroom to at least brush my teeth and wash my face. I finish in record time then throw on some clothes and run down stairs.

"Bye Ella" I shout walking out the door.

I hop in my car and arrive at school with about a minute left of passing period before the tardy bell rings.

Ezra's standing at the front of the class about to hand out today's assignment. I take my seat and he looks over at me to smile, but I'm too busy finger combing my hair that when I do look up I see him laugh a bit. He hands out the paper and gives us time to work. Once we start passing up our work he asks questions. Several students answer and I take my coat off wondering how this school still never has substantial heating and cooling when it's most needed. Ezra asks a question that I know the exact answer to and quickly raise my hand.

Ezra notices my arm raised and calls on me, "yes, Ms. Mont…" his eyes grow big then he looks at my arm.

I'm confused, "Mr. Fitz?" I ask.

I see him rub his right arm and I instinctively look at mine. I was never able to wash off 'teacher's pet' from my arm since I was running late. My hand smears the red pen, but I still cover the evidence. I look back up at Ezra and stutter out the answer.

"…Good." He weekly says, "Does anyone have a different opinion?"

Everyone shakes their head and the Q and A continues till class is done. I slide further in to my seat, trying to rub off the remains of yesterday which only makes my arm hurt and look like a rash.

The bell rings so I head out of his class and wait for my friends in the hallway.

Spencer comes out and heads straight for me grabbing my arm once she reaches me.

She laughs pushing my sleeve up to inspect my arm "What the hell is this?"

I start to walk away from them, pulling my sleeve back down. The girls walk after me laughing, and chase me in to someone.

"Whoa, slow dow…" the person says holding me in place by my shoulders.

I look up to see Ezra stopping me and the girls stop in front of us still looking at my arm.

Hanna arks an eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest and inquires "so, what did it say?"

Ezra chuckles out, "teacher's pet."

The girls laugh a little and Spencer says, "Hum, fitting."