Goooood evening! How are you guys! Thanks to all my reviewers; it seems like a lot of people enjoyed the last chapter! Yes, I got upset too, while I wrote it, but that's what stories are supposed to do, right? Here's the next chapter.

"I am a child!" I screamed at him, as I slapped him across his face.

I soon regretted it, but I had already begun to run away from him. More tears started to stream down my cheeks, as I ran a little slower, as I distanced myself from him. I heard him call my name multiple times. It wasn't out of anger though, but of desperation. I was sure he felt bad for yelling, but I didn't care. I just continued to walk down the sidewalk, as I thought about what had just happened. I realized that our yogurt that he had brought out had phased to a liquid by now. I connected it to what had happened. The yogurt was just like our relationship, it had melted away…

Jackie POV:

I saw it. I saw the whole thing. Her crying, their fight, her slapping him (Poor Ezra,) and her running away. That witch with a "b" got it good, and I loved every moment of it. He won't take her back, because Ezra only knows me as the sweet, angelic woman he wanted to marry. Yeah, I'm still that person, (when I want to be,) but he hasn't seen the new side of me; and it was aimed right at Aria.

I decided that I would pay little Aria a visit. Well, I wouldn't, my good friend will, but I promise you, I wouldn't miss this sight for the world. I released an evil chuckle, threw out my yogurt, and headed to the bathroom to try and get the ketchup out of my hair.

Ezra POV:

I had driven off to my apartment, my ear glued to my phone, trying to call her. My left cheek still stung for the blow. She must've been the angriest she's ever been! I only almost got into a car accident twice, but could you blame me?

Once I arrived at my home, it immediately felt empty without Aria. The beautiful, bright light that always lit up the room. She was my angel; my reason for living, and just look at what I did to us. I sat down on my couch, and put my head in my hands. I started to cry, which I only did a few times. I looked down at my phone. No new text messages.

I had texted Aria multiple times, maybe 13 times at the most; and called her 3 times. Of course, she didn't pick up any of them. Here's a glimpse of what my voicemails sounded like:

"Aria, I'm so sorry. Please come by the apartment. We NEED to talk."

"You don't know how sorry I am. I'm sorry for yelling at you, and calling you childish. Please. Call me, sweetheart."

"Aria. I won't give up on you, and that's a promise. I'll fix this.."

I WAS sorry for yelling at her, but I was still unsure of what to think of Jackie threatening her. I knew Jackie wasn't the kind of person to do that, but then again, why would Aria lie to me? I knew she wouldn't do that to me, ever.

My head dropped into my hands again in frustration. "Oh, what did I do?" I murmured, as my eyes soon covered with glass and another tear fell, into my lap.

Aria POV:

I had rushed home, still in anger. I threw my stuff on the couch and ran upstairs, tripping on the way up. I slammed my bedroom door as I marched in. I ran and fell onto my bed, and started to cry again. My tears stained my bed sheets, but I didn't care.

Why didn't he believe me? And how dare he call me immature and babyish? He deserved to be slapped, he deserved one with every word he had said to me.

I pulled out my phone, which had been constantly been vibrating the entire run home. They were all from Ezra. Shocker. I didn't even bother to read the messages or listen to the voicemails. Listening would be a waste of my time. I fell back onto the bed, resting my head on my pillow.

My phone vibrated again. I grabbed my phone and looked at who it was from, just for the amusement to see if it was Ezra, (which it probably was), I gasped. The messenger was unknown.

That could only be one girl, or boy, or… thing. I gulped as I opened the text.

Oh, Aria. Just look at him. He's a mess. Don't you just want to go and hug him? I know I do. Maybe I'll pay him a visit. Would you like that? Of course you would. I just wanted to tell you something, Aria. I'll make SURE he doesn't hurt you again. C'mon, I don't let anybody hurt my best friend like that, even if you did deserve it.. Kisses! –A

I gasped again; and my eyes started to water. Attached to the text was a picture taken right outside of his apartment window. Ezra was sitting down on his couch, with his head in his hands. He looked upset. I looked under the picture, and there was a caption:

P.S. Look closely Aria, and take him all in, because this is probably the last time you'll get to see him. -A

I clasped my hand of my mouth. "What have I done?" I whispered. I changed my mind. I wasn't angry, nor upset anymore; but desperate. I jumped up from the bed, grabbed my coat, and sprinted out the door.

Looks like Aria's on her way to his apartment. Do you think she'll make it there safely? I know nothing really happened in this chapter, but I still hoped you enjoyed it! Please review! Xoxo Courtney