Spencer's POV:

I'm walking down the corridor, trying frantically to learn a list of Spanish words I've failed to for the last six weeks. I'm falling behind in everything and seem to have no time at the moment. "Spencer," I hear someone call my name and I look up. It's Ezra.

"Mr Fitz!" I say, walking into his classroom and he closes the door.

"Have you spoken to Hanna yet?" He asks.

"No, why?" I say. "I see her next period."

He nods. "Make sure you do. I have a plan." He says, his eyes flicking to the door then back to me again. "Aria's coming home this weekend." He says.

"Oh my god!" I say, my heart leaping. "She's better?" I ask. I'm so glad she's coming back, I haven't seen her in so long. I've hardly seen her since she's been in that horrible place. It sounds bad, but I just haven't had the time to visit her.

"Not exactly." He says. "But they're letting me bring her home for the weekend."

"She has to go back, though." I conclude. So she hasn't got any better.

"Yes. But I'll give you the address of my apartment and you and the girls can come and see her. I know she'll like that."

People are starting to flock the corridors now, so I have to be quick. "Thank you, Ezra." I say. "For being there for Aria. I know how difficult it must be for you to see her like that, but it's hard for Hanna, Emily and I to visit her, but we all sleep better knowing that you've been with her."

He smiles at me and I know why Aria's so taken by him. "You better go." He says, "But speak to Hanna as soon as you can. It's important we act now."

I nod and hurry out the classroom, just as his class start to enter the room. Now there's no way I'll be able to focus on my Spanish test, but I don't care. Aria's coming home for the weekend!

I take my seat next to Emily and press my face close to her ear. "Aria's staying at Ezra's this weekend." I don't have to say anymore but the smile on her face makes it obvious what she's thinking.

"So we can see her?" She whispers back as we get handed paper for our test. I nod and she makes a squeaking sound quietly, then covers her mouth quickly.

I turn open the test paper and my heart sinks. I have no idea what any of the words mean, let alone the questions. I stare blankly at the paper, yet have a go at answering questions which I know I have wrong. Emily's scribbling away, though her writing is too small for me to see her answers. Not that I would cheat. If I got caught, Melissa and my parents would hold me to it forever. I feel like I'm constantly competing with my sister for everything and I know anything I do at school would reflect badly on my reputation. I'm just dreading end of term grades.

I give up half way through, set down my pen on the table and sit back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest. The teacher sees me and raises an eyebrow. Once she collects in everyone's papers, she calls me out of the classroom and as the door closes, the classroom erupts with chatter.

"Spencer," She says. "What is going on with you lately? You're falling behind in classes. Is something the matter?"

I obviously can't tell her about A. She wouldn't believe me anyway. "No, everything's fine." I say. "I just didn't have time to learn the words." I lie.

"Again? Spencer, it's been six weeks since you last passed a test. Are you finding it difficult?" She asks.

I grit my teeth. Of course I'm not. But I lie again anyway. "Yes." I say.

"Then I can give you some extra help at lunchtime."

Class ends and I meet up with Hanna and Emily outside. Hanna pushes a note into my hand and Emily and I read it. If Ezra's plan works, we can finally end this. My grades will go back up and I'll have a chance at passing my exams.

"Let's go now." Emily says, looking around. "A's probably here right now, watching us."

"Good idea." Hanna says as we hurry down the steps and out the side entrance of the school. I look behind me. No signs of anyone following us. But A's there. Definitely.

"By the way," I whisper. "Aria's coming out this weekend."

Hanna's face lights up. "Really? No way!"

Just then, my phone beeps. I pull it out and open the message.

Bunking off school? Really Spencer? Well, it's not like your grades can get any worse. -A