Author's Note: (PLEASE READ) Ok, look. People keep saying things about the POV and all, like I should put "I" instead of "she" or "he", but it's sort of where I (the author) have the same view as the person I'm POV-ing in. For example, Aria obviously knows that Violet is her daughter, but Ezra didn't. So when I wrote in Ezra's POV, I acted like I didn't know that Violet was Aria's kid, but when I wrote in Aria's, I acted like I did. Get it? That might be confusing but Sara Shepard did the same thing. If she wrote a Hanna chapter, she would act like she was in Hanna's POV. Remember that one book, (I think it was the 3rd) where the girls were being investigated, and Hanna was angry at Aria for stealing Sean? She saw a part of Aria's bra, and Sara called her a slut. Which she isn't, but since Sara was sort of in Hanna's POV, she acted like she was angry at Aria, too! So, I hope that that makes since for you. Oh, and also, I'm only 13, so if I make a grammatical error please point it out to me. Someone said that Violet's interests were unrealistic for a 7th grader, but I'm in 7th grade, and that was actually a description of me. ;) Yes, I am a weirdo. And yes, I really love to eat toast with blue cheese and raspberry jam. Sorry, this is a long intro. Love ya, Caz :)

Aria's POV (I hope you know what I mean now!)

Aria sat on the couch in her tiny apartment, wondering what on earth just happened. Ezra came over, they had a conversation that lasted less than two minutes, he kissed her, and then left. She was also confused on one more thing. Did she really still love him? Aria heard the door open behind her. Her heart lifted for a moment, thinking it was Ezra, but sank a little when it was only Violet.

"Hey mom!" She said with a smile.

Aria sniffed and wiped her eyes before turning around. "Oh, um, hey, Vi."

Violet scanned her mother's face, and rose an eyebrow. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying! It's just allergies," she answered reassuringly.

"Well, Mom, that's funny, because last time I checked, you weren't allergic to anything. Plus, it's not even allergy season."

Aria didn't answer. A light bulb must have gone off in Violet's head, because next she asked, "Oh... are you thinking about 'he-who-must-not-be-named'?"

Aria nodded before bursting into tears again. "I'm want to tell you who he is... but I just can't!" she sobbed.

"Well, I just want to know one thing," Violet said sternly.

"Yes...?"

"Was he hot?"

Aria laughed. Violet always knew how to cheer her up, just like her father had. "Yes, he was 'hot'."

Ezra's POV (I seriously hope you understand)

Ezra was getting ready for yet another school day, starting off with looking his daughter right in the eye. Ever since Ezra had realized he wanted to be a part of Violet's life, he couldn't get her out of his head. On the way to school that morning, Ezra turned on the radio, and 'Daughters' by John Mayer had come on. The lyrics made Ezra's heart ache, and he had practically bitch slapped the power button. He looked out of his window at a red light, to see violets growing in someone's yard. It was as if the universe was taunting him.

The first bell rang, and students started piling in the room. The second bell rang, and of course, once again, that 'Derek' kid was late. Ezra cleared his throat and prepared himself for another day in hell.

"As you all remember, you read a free-choice book over the summer. You will write a three-page essay on the book that you have read." Ezra listened to the chorus of groans that filled the classroom. He glanced over to Violet, to see that she was not groaning, but had a smirk on her face. "First, I would like you to bring the book that you have read up to my desk. This assignment is to see how much you actually paid attention to the book you were reading." Another chorus filled the room again.

Ezra called each student up to his desk to give him their book. Were they trying to pull some joke on him? Ezra was disgusted. Green Eggs and Ham, The Very Hungry Caterpillar? Note to self: Never assign a free-choice book again, Ezra thought to himself.

"Violet Montgomery."

Violet's smirk became even bigger when she brought him her book. Ezra looked at the familiar green and gold cover. Forbidden and Forgotten by none other than Ezra Fitz. Ezra had written a book about his true feelings towards Aria after she left, hoping she would see it and read it. "A true classic," Violet said quietly, the smirk detectable in her voice. "I didn't even know you would be my teacher. It's beautifully written, Mr. Fitz."

Ezra's heartbeat rose. Reading that book could be one step closer to putting the puzzle together.

Violet's POV (seriously, guys)

Violet suddenly felt embarrassed as she walked back to her desk. She read her teacher's book. She sat down and felt the blush coming over her. She hid behind her dark hair, and proceeded writing her paper.

Amie was looking back and forth between Mr. Fitz and Violet. Violet noticed what she was doing and turned to face her.

"What?" she whispered, looking at herself and then her teacher.

"Nothing, it's just... you Mr. Fitz look A LOT alike," Amie said, her eyes widening at 'a lot'.

"Oh. Well, whatever."

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(Still Violet's POV)

Violet walked through the door of her apartment, her heavy book bag weighing her down. Her mom was sitting at the kitchen bar, her head in the clouds.

"Hey, mom. Still reminiscing about Voldemort?" Violet asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, um, hey Violet!' Her mother said quickly, snapping out of her daze. "How was school?"

"It was great! I was a little embarrassed in English, though. I read Mr. Fitz's book over the summer and now I have to write an essay on it. I have to give my review to the author!" Violet said, a little scared about the assignment.

"Mr. Fitz's... book?" Her mother asked, clearly not concerned about the project.

"Uh, yeah! You didn't know he wrote a book? Forbidden and Forgotten?"

"He did? Oh, uh, can I see it? Please?" she asked, her voice panic-stricken.

"Yeah, sure! Why are you so freaked out about-" Violet stopped dead. It all started coming together. Her mother had been scared when they meet Mr. Fitz outside that one day. She hated to talk about him. The book. The noticeable resemblance between her teacher and herself. Fitzie.

"...Oh. My. God."