Did anyone else FREAK OUT the WHOLE last episode!? I can't wait until next week! But yeah, in this story none of that BS happened with Ezra and he's not A.
"I just- I don't know." Ezra says.
"You had to have felt that, that pull, that undeniable force pushing us towards each other." I tell him. He doesn't say anything for a long time, and he remains so silent that for a minute I wonder if he's even still on the couch with me. I reach my hand out and it connects with his shoulder.
"I wanted to make sure you were still here." I explain. He still doesn't say anything, but he rests his hand over mine, which I still haven't removed from his shoulder. I shut up and let him think because he's obviously just as confused as I am.
When his hand moves from mine and cups the side of my neck, the cushions shift beneath me, I know he's leaning in and I close my eyes and wait for the kiss that does come. His lips press against mine for the third time and it's just as exhilarating as the first.
I slide towards him on the couch so we're not in such an awkward position and lean into him, one hand on his chest to make sure he's real and the other on his shoulder. I soon lose my sense of direction as I am overwhelmed by his scent and his touch, which is firm, but gentle and kind.
He leans in even further even though there is no room left between us and I naturally fall onto my back on the couch, not even doubting if I will fall off because I trust his guidance so much. We continue to kiss, only stopping for milliseconds to take a breath every now and then.
He seems to pull away, and I manage to kiss him one more time before he sits up and leaves me on my back. I sit up quickly, trying to get my bearings and figure out where he is.
"This is just too weird." He says. My heart sinks.
"You kiss me, then it's wrong, then you kiss me again, and it's still wrong. But kissing me a THIRD time-"
"I know! I know, and it's just…" He starts to say.
"Just what?"
"I feel like I'm going to hurt you."
"You've got to be kidding me." I roll my eyes, suddenly infuriated. "I'm blind, I'm no more delicate than anyone else!"
"That's not even what I was going to say!" I argues, desperation in his tone.
"I was going to say that I don't want to compromise your reputation if we get caught. You're the one who immediately assumes it's about your blindness and you're the only one who can't stand that you're blind!" He suddenly shouts. Usually I would think of a good comeback or a way to win the argument, but he's completely right. I always assume that people are judging me, but I'm doing more judging myself than everyone at school put together.
"I… I didn't mean that." He apologizes.
"I know." I say.
"No, really, I'm really sorry." He says. He takes my hand in his and I wish more than anything that I could see his eyes right now. Eyes are like windows to the soul. It's depressing that no one can see through mine, they're foggy and grey, concealing me and compromising my sight.
He suddenly kisses me for a FOURTH time, but this time it's short and sweet.
"I think it's already too late for a normal teacher-student relationship anyway." He says. I grin at this and reach for his hands, searching for a moment before taking each of them in my own.
"I really do think this is right for us." I tell him.
"I think so too." He says.
"You're really something." He says. A knock at the door startles us both.
"That must be Emily." I say, standing up and trying to find my purse on the coffee table, sliding my hands all over it, embarrassed that I put it down and didn't remember exactly where.
"Right here." He says, closing my hand around the strap of the purse.
"I would lead you to the door, but-"
"Yeah, I know. I can use the stick." I say as I unfold the walking stick and place the tip on the ground.
"I'll see you in English." He says. It sounds so innocent, like a middle school crush, but it's so much more hot and dangerous than that. I walk to the door and open it just enough for me to slip out so Emily doesn't get a good view of what's inside.
"That is you, right, Em?" I ask. No answer. My hands start to sweat and I can't tell if anyone is here. I look back and forth down the hall, only turning my head because it could help me to hear a small noise like a breath if my ear is facing towards it.
When I don't hear anything, I start to question whether someone actually knocked, but I remember Ezra heard it too.
A pair of hands press down on my shoulders from behind and I freeze instantly. The hands are rough and unfamiliar, forceful and unfriendly. The hand on my right shoulder lifts and I soon hear a click beside my right ear. Immediately thinking the worst, I start imagining what it feels like to get shot in the head. Instead of a bullet, the click starts a recording. The voice is dark and evil, it doesn't even sound like a real voice. It must be edited.
"I bet he fools around with a lot of his students." It says. It's so quiet I'm not sure that's what it said at first, but after I have a second to process I'm completely sure. The hand that was on my right shoulder and holding whatever played the recording strokes the hair on the back of my head one time before his or her presence disappears completely, leaving me with a chill and a shiver down my spine.
"Hey Aria." I jump out of my skin when Emily greets me.
"Oh thank god it's you." I say.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Alright…" Emily says.
"Want me to take you home?"
"Yeah, it's been a long day." I sigh, holding my arm out. Emily links her arm with mine and starts leading me out of the building. I can't shake off what just happened back there. Who was that, and how do they know? Are they going to tell anyone?
I try to contain my yawn as I gather up my books for first period from my locker. I hardly slept last night; I was continually haunted by the memory of the mysterious stranger outside Ezra's apartment. Ezra. Every time I even think his name I get butterflies in my stomach. He actually said yes. I actually have a scandalous relationship with a teacher. I find myself smiling; the old me with the pink stripes in my hair would never have done this. She was too afraid to even talk to her crush, but now I can go to my crush, which also happens to be my English teacher, and just kiss him without warning.
"What are you so smiley about?" Emily asks.
"Oh, I don't know." I say, trying to tone down the high pitch in my voice.
"Hi guys." Spencer murmurs, presumably just reaching her locker.
"Hey Spence." I say, more cheery than ever.
"I'll be back in a minute." Emily tells me, the bitterness in her voice almost like a toxin to my good mood.
"What's up?" I ask her.
"Just asking how you're doing." She says.
"You asked that yesterday." I tell her.
"I know, I just don't know what else to say." She says.
"How about 'Hi'? We've been best friends forever, Spence, and since I've gotten back you've hardly said a word to me." I complain.
"I don't know, you're hanging out with Emily a lot…" She says.
"What is going on between you two?" I ask. Before I get an answer, Emily returns and directs me towards our first class.
"Bye Spence." I say over my shoulder.
"Bye Aria." She says in almost a whisper.
So Aria had her first encounter with A! Review and let me know what you think! I'd also like to hear what you guys think is going on between Spencer and Emily! Review and follow!