Aria hadn't been able to take her mind off of Mr. Fitz all day. She didn't know what it was about him, but she felt the over whelming urge to see him again before the day was over. So, when the final bell of the day had rung, she quickly gathered her things and headed for his classroom.

When she arrived, she found him sitting at his desk typing intensely on his laptop. The room was empty and she noticed that he had decorated his bulletin board since this morning. He had stapled up pictures of the books they would be reading throughout the year.

She knocked on the door frame, not wanting to invite herself in. He looked towards her and she could have sworn she saw his jaw tense.

"Aria. What are you doing here?" He stood from his chair. His body looked stiff and ridged.

"I'm not sure."

"You're not sure?" He repeated.

"I don't know. I mean… I know why I'm here, but I'm not sure about it." She tried to clarify. "I'm probably just being stupid."

Ezra swallowed hard, "Can you close the door?"

"Yeah." She nodded, following his direction.

"So, what's on your mind?" He asked.

"Mr. Fitz…"

"Ezra." He interrupted. It felt odd having a girl he was attracted to call him Mr. Fitz, "You can call me Ezra when we're not in class. Not just you…" he quickly added, "I mean, I would let everyone call me that, but the school frowns upon it."

She began again hesitantly, "Ezra… is there something weird going on here." She motioned back and forth between the two of them.

"Weird. Like in my classroom? I don't think so." He's voice was riddle with nerves. He could hardly believe that she had the guts to say anything to him.

"I'm serious. I've been feeling something and I just want to know if I'm crazy. And If I am, then that's fine… I'm crazy." She confessed. Aria was never one to beat around the bush. Most girls would have spent the entire school year wondering, but never asking and writing about it in their diary. Not Aria.

Ezra took a deep breath and let it out. He averted his eyes to the ground and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You're not crazy, Aria." He admitted, looking back into her eyes. "But apparently I am."

They were quiet for a second, just looking at each other. Both wanting to say more and do more than they could.

"Okay. I'll check that off as 'Good to know'." She tried to joke, breaking the silence. "I should be going now."

Ezra moved towards her, feeling so much, but holding it back. "I'm sorry that I'm your teacher." He breathed, standing so close to her that he could feel her breath.

"Me too." She whispered, grasping the door knob with her left hand for support. She began to turn the knob, but stop abruptly, "Can I just say one thing?"

"Anything."

Without another word she leaned up on her tippy toes and pressed her lips cautiously against his. He was still at first, but accepted her advance in an instant. The kiss lasted a mere 5 seconds before she pulled away. "I just wanted to know what it felt like before I try to forget."

Ezra stood in stunned silence. Everything in his body urged him to pull her back and kiss her again, this time for much longer. If she had left it alone, he may have been able to let it go, but now, after that kiss, he knew what they would be missing.

"Aria, you shouldn't have done that." His face was still only inches from hers.

"I'm sorry." Were the only words she could get out before Ezra's lips were once again intertwined with hers. He slid one arm behind her waist and pushed her gently against the wall and let his other hand rest at the nape of her neck. Her hands ran freely through his thick, black hair. They both knew what they were getting into, but neither of them cared.

Ezra couldn't help but think that this might not be the best start to his career.