I wasn't really planning on updating this, as it is currently on hiatus, but I had a request for an update on Sparia fics, so this one's for LosAngelesSnapbacks. It's short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
I was still reveling in the feeling of knowing that Aria was back, of knowing that I would see her today and everyday from now on. I gave myself a couple extra minutes in bed to think about her, and before I knew it thirty minutes had gone by. I cursed silently to myself. I wouldn't be able to pick up coffee for Aria and I to enjoy before class, but I still had enough time to make it to school before it started.
I found myself taking my usual seat in the front of the classroom with five minutes to spare. I suppose it was habit, I always sat in the front, but today I had intended to sit next to Aria. I stole a glance at her anyway; she was sitting in the back of the room talking with Emily. She didn't seem to be missing me. But then, she didn't think of me in the same way I thought of her.
The new teacher entered the room. He started writing something on the blackboard. He looked young. I wondered if he was any good. I surmised that he was just out of college, and therefore would at least need time adjusting. I hoped he was a competent teacher. I don't think I could deal with a teacher who didn't know how to teach for an AP class.
The teacher, who had written "Mr. Fitz" on the board, which must be his name, turned around to face the class.
He looked around at the students. "Holy crap," he said as he noticed one student in particular. His smile turned into one of shock.
I turned around to see who he was looking at, as did everyone else. IN that moment, I wished I hadn't. He was staring straight at Aria, who wasn't even paying attention. She was too busy jotting something down in her notebook.
Aria must have noticed the staring, because she looked up, pen still in hand. It felt so surreal, watching her eyes widen as they she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. Just as quickly as her head had snapped up, she looked to me.
I had already known that she didn't want me. Well, she did, but only in the platonic sense. The idea that she might want him though, it hurt. It hurt a lot. I didn't want to look her in the eyes, but as her eyes had already locked to mine, I didn't want to look away either. I didn't want to convey the pain in them.
As much as it hurt, I was curious too. What had happened between them? Had they met in Iceland? And why hadn't she told me about him?
Mr. Fitz cleared his throat, effectively bringing everyone's attention back to him as he introduced himself.
I was left to dwell on the thoughts that I really didn't want to think about.