Ezra
I was seated in my office at The Brew, reading a book as Aria slept on the couch. I had offered her to stay with me, as she wasn't ready to go to school.

There was a knock on the door and it swung open. There stood a person that I hadn't seen in over a year, and absolutely did not want to see again.

Jackie freaking Molina.

"Surprise!"

"Jackie? Um, I'm sorry, but what are you doing here?" I probably sounded like a massive jerk, but Aria and Jackie didn't exactly have the friendliest history.

"Well, I'm moving back into town, so I thought I'd stop by and say hello!"

The situation was beginning to make me feel extremely uncomfortable. Jackie's sharp gaze dropped to Aria, who was still unconscious. Her nose scrunched up in disgust.

"You two are still together?" she asked, crossing her arms and raising one eyebrow.

"Yeah, Jackie, we are," I sighed.

"Well, I hope that one day you realize what a huge mistake you're making," she retorted before storming out and slamming the door.

This was not what I needed right now. And this situation wouldn't exactly help Aria either. The last time Jackie was in Rosewood, she blackmailed Aria into breaking up with me. Her little plan almost went through until I caught the two fighting in my office at Hollis.

"That little bitch," Aria grumbled as she rolled off of the couch.

I stiffened next to her. "You . . . heard that conversation?" I stuttered nervously.

"Yeah," she whispered, sitting up and combing through her hair with her fingers. She looked up at me with a saddened look in her eyes. My anger towards Jackie grew even more. Aria did not need my jealous ex-fiancé coming after her when she was already dealing with the fragile mental state she was in.

"Aria, you are not a mistake. If anything, you have made me a better person. I love you, and Jackie is just going to have to deal with that." Aria looked up at me, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Can we go to your apartment?" she asked, tracing lazy circles on my hand. I stood up whilst grabbing her hand.

"Of course."

Aria

It was seven o'clock, and Ezra and I were snuggled together on the couch, halfway through Titanic.

"See, if Jack and Rose weren't making out on the deck, the lookouts wouldn't have been distracted and would have seen the iceberg sooner, and the ship wouldn't have sank!"

Ezra chuckled at my commentary. "Yeah, but wouldn't it kill the romance?"

"Yeah, if you call the death of the main love interest romantic," I scoffed, stuffing more of the buttery popcorn into my mouth.

"Hey! It was romantic, there is no denying it," he argued, ruffling my hair

"Mister Ezra Fitz, you are just too romantic for your own good!" I laughed. He smkirked before speaking.

"Well, Miss Aria Fit–" he stopped talking abruptly, his eyes widening when he realized the mistake in his wording.

"You were totally about to say 'Fitz!'" I giggled, smirking at him while he looked down. His face flushed a deep crimson. "You really are too romantic for your own good."

The mood was interrupted when a noise emitted from my cell phone, signifying I had just received a text message.

Bodies rot in open graves, Aria. Keep that in mind. -A

"Aria? What's wrong?" Ezra muted the television and turned his body to face me. I handed him my phone with the A message displayed on the screen.

"Aria, I think this might have to do with who was in my casket," he said as his eyes widened. My stomach grumbled, and Ezra looked at me, his expression softening.

"I am going to go get food, because you, my dear, are hungry, and all I have in my fridge are a couple of furry limes." He kissed me cheek before standing up to leave.

"When will you be back?" I asked, hoping that the fear twisting in the bottom of my stomach didn't appear in my voice.

"About twenty minutes. Sit tight, I'll be back before you know it," Ezra said before leaving the apartment and locking it.

I paced around the apartment for fifteen minutes, practically wearing a hole through the hardwood floor. I knotting my hands in my hair, a habit I had picked up from Ezra. Being alone worried me. What if something happened? What if A took me away again? What if–

There was a sharp knock on the door. I opened it to reveal the one person that I did not want to see at the moment.

"Jackie? What the hell are you doing here?" Jackie pushed through the door and slammed it behind her.

"I came looking for Ezra, but if you're here, I guess I can just kill two birds with one stone," she smirked. "You are going to stay away from Ezra."

I laughed dryly, crossing my arms. "And what are you going to blackmail me with this time? Because, if you watch the news, you may know that I've already lost everything."

"Well, you still have him," she retorted., stepping closer to me.

"Yes, Jackie, she does have me. And she always will," Ezra's voice boomed from the doorway. He put the bags of takeout on the table and stood in between Jackie and myself.

"Oh, Ez–"

"Save it, Jackie. Leave. Just leave," he demanded, jabbing his index finger towards the door.

"Fine. But I'm not giving up," she growled as she slammed the door behind her.