Chapter 11
He was at the door before he even knew what he was doing. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and he had to see her. He was worried about her. A concerned teacher. That was all. At least that was what he was hoping for. He had a folder of work under his arm, he'd collected it from all the lessons she'd missed. At first he had thought she was just skipping his lessons he hadn't really thought about it, but after a quick check on the registers he saw she didn't come in at all. He instantly became more worried.
He was surprised when her mother led him straight up to her room. He thought he could see worry in her eyes, maybe she was hoping that he could get through to her too. When she had said she had a stomach bug, Ezra could see it in her eyes that she didn't believe it for one second.
Standing in front of her now all he could think about was how broken she looked. How sad, how lost. How...how non like Aria. It was like staring at a stranger. A stranger that made his heart shatter over and over again.
"What...What are you doing here?" She whispers. She sits up slowly, pulling the cover around her more as though she was trying to hide from him.
"I just...I wanted...needed to see that you were okay." He says softly, standing in the middle of her bedroom he had never felt more awkward.
"I'm fine." She whispers, her eyes not meeting his.
"Right." He sighs. "I brought you your work."
"Thanks." She says picking at her blanket.
"Aria..."
"I'm feeling sick...You should..."
"I'm not going until you tell me what's going on." He whispers.
"There's nothing going on!" She says, her voice quiet but sharp. "I broke up with you. You can't be here. I need you to leave. This is my house, my room!"
"Did 'A' make you do it?" Ezra asks, his tone soft. She stared at him in shock, confusion echoed her features. "If they did you can tell me."
"Just go." She whispers, losing the will to fight this. If he stayed any longer she'd pull him close and tell him everything, and she couldn't. She just...she couldn't.
"I'll go, but I know 'A' is the reason for this. And when you're ready to talk to me, I'll still be there for you to talk to." He stares at her, hoping for some reaction. Disappointment flooding through him when she failed to even look up at him.
He left the folder with her work in on the side before walking out of her room. As he closed the door all he could hear was her crying. He wondered if coming here was a mistake, all he could do was pray it wasn't and wait for her to come to him.