You guys are way too sweet with all your lovely comments. Therefore I decided in my in between time between work and such today to attempt and write this chapter. Just so you know I am writing this instead of doing my summer reading, haha, A+ student right here. But anyway please enjoy this chapter and once again let me know what ya'all think!

xoxo Morgan

(Ezra's POV)

Today was the day things would change forever. It was Thursday, the first day back to school after Spring Break. I'd been home for seven days, sat around my apartment for seven days, waiting for that phone call or the knock on the door from the police. Waiting for my life to change forever.

Aria and I said our good-byes when her mom dropped me off at my house after the airport. We haven't talked since. I'm trying to not take it personally, but it's killing me. Knowing that she is just as upset about this as I am, and yet neither of us can do anything for one another. I was generally surprised with Ella's attitude toward us as a couple, but what scarred me the most was Aria's dad, Byron.

I had no clue what he was capable of, and from our few encounters with each other I assumed it would be more then I or anyone thought possible. I could kiss my application to Hollis good-bye if Byron had anything to do with it.

Straightening my black tie and fixing my red plain shirt I opened the door to my classroom cautiously. I had made it through the front doors without a word from anyone, so I took that as a good sign. I threw my bag down on the chair and turned around to face the chalk board, and write our first assignment after break on it. Scrawling out the words, 'What did you do over Spring Break?' my heart ached once again for Aria. I immensely wished none of this was happening.

A knock on my door brought me back to reality. I whipped around and saw Ella standing in my doorway, a slight smile spread across her face.

"Ella." I whispered.

She walked towards me, hand extended, "I hope you're doing okay Ezra."

I cleared my throat, "I'm fine, thanks."

Nodding slightly she paced back and forth, "The principal said he wanted to talk to us during lunch, does that work for you?"

"If I said it doesn't do you think it'll be okay?" I asked her sarcastically. Her laugh filled the room, "You're too perfect for her Ezra."

The periods passed by with a slow dullness, as the anticipation of this meeting loomed in my stomach. She walked in the classroom, her hair in a messy side braid, not a trace of make-up on her face. She wore skinny blue jeans and an oversized t-shirt. It was obvious that the last week had stressed her out just as much as it had me, but she held her head eyes, typical Aria.

Our eyes met the moment she walked past my desk, and the whispers of the students grew louder. A weak smile spread across her face when she took her seat. I turned back around to face the board, pointing at the question I had written earlier this morning, "Alright everyone, I hope you all had a great break, but now it's back to reality." A circle of moans surrounded my head, "So your assignment today is to write a paragraph about how your break was. What all of you did. You'll have twenty minutes to write and then we will all go around and share if you'd like to."

(Aria's POV)

Was he actually serious? Write about my break, alright Ezra.

I took out a piece of paper and a pencil and scribbled my name on the top of the sheet. My pencil fumbled around a little and I struggled with deciding exactly what to write. Since I knew no one besides Ezra was going to read this I decided to write Aruba from my point of view, and no one elses.

Mr. Fitz,

I suppose I can write you a paragraph about how I spent my Spring Break, but I'm pretty sure you already know. My trip to Aruba didn't turn out quite as planned, but that's no surprise to you, is it? I wish I could go back and change everything, make it easier on both of us, especially you. I won't be able to live with myself if anything were to happen to you knowing that it is just as much my fault, if not more, as yours. Words can't really describe how amazing Aruba was in the beginning, well besides the fact that a certain bitch kissed you. I'm honestly trying to get over that, but it's harder then you would think.

I have spent the last seven days thinking about you, thinking about us. I wanted to call you, to text you, to come over so badly that it hurt. Believe me when I say that Ezra. I am dreading next period, lunch. I'm meeting with the principal and my mom, I think you are coming? Please, just promise me you won't take all the blame yourself. It was just as much me as you and I wouldn't want it any other way. No one can ever take what we have, remember that.

My love always and no matter what,

Aria xoxo

I laid my pencil down on the desk and glanced around me, everyone else was finishing up too. Ezra stood in the front of the classroom, fiddling with his tie. I looked up at the clock and noticed we only had five minutes of class left, we had spent nearly double our twenty minutes on writing.

"Alright guys, anyone want to share?"

Mona's hand shot up immediately, "Me Mr. Fitz, I want to."

He cleared his throat and motioned for her to share.

"Well, I went with the class to Aruba, to try and save that school. You were there, and so were a lot of other people in the class actually. Aria was too..." She stopped and stood up, "I think you and Aria actually got sent home, didn't you?" She paused again, waiting for a reaction from either myself or Ezra. When both of us remained silent she went on, "For having a teacher-student affair..."

Ezra cut her off, "I think that's enough Mona."

She tried to protest, "But Mr. Fitz, that is what happened, isn't..."

"Mona." His voice was firm, but unsteady. Sitting back down in her seat, obviously defeated, she continued to smirk ear to ear.

I sat in the chair, fiddling with my rings on my fingers. I had been starring down at my lap since I was called into the office. My mom sat next to me, Mrs. Davis next to her and Ezra sat next to her. Strategic placing. We all sat there in silence, no one daring to say the first word.

Mr. Stroman slammed his fist down on the desk forcefully, "This is not something we want at Rosewood Ezra. You understand that, don't you?"

Ezra nodded in his seat, "I'm aware of that, thanks."

"I just don't understand how this kind of situation goes unnoticed? Why was I the one to discover this? How did Ella not notice, how did we as a faculty not notice this?" Mrs. Davis was tense on the side of her chair.

"I'm not quite sure to do honestly." Mr. Stroman continued, "We've never had a situation quite like this here at Rosewood. And as you can imagine no one around here wants to involve police quite yet. I've discussed your situation with my fellow higher authorities and we want to talk about what's happened more with you guys, and especially you Ella."

"My opinion?"

"Yes Ella. Your opinion is going to have a major affect in how we choose to go about Ezra's punishment."

"Yes Ella, what is your opinion exactly?" Mrs. Davis asked in a defensive and smart tone.

"They are in love. I say let them be."

Both of them sat forward in shock, and in unison exclaimed, "What?"

Awwww I like this chapter. I think you really can tell how in love they are, and how it is realish. hah. Im such a sap and romantic. Anyway please REVIEW! xoxo