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Aria's POV

"Aria, do you not think you should pick up? That's the eighth time; you can't avoid them forever," Ezra tried to reason with me.

"I can do what I want," I replied stubbornly, while listening to "Just A Kiss" play through Ezra's apartment for the eighth time in the last hour.

"Freezing them out won't do anyone any good honey, you know that."

"I don't care Ezra," I cried, soaking his shirt with my salty tears. We were lying on his bed, my head on his chest and his arms around me, the same way we had been since we arrived. "I actually can't believe she said those things. She's supposed to love me, she's my mother!"

"I know darling, I know," He hugged me close to him and kissed the top of head.

We resumed the easy silence we'd had going on, giving each of us the opportunity to think things over. There were few thoughts in my head, mainly just one which had been stuck on replay for far too long; the words from my mother and father and the looks on their faces as I'd walked out of my home.

"I don't recognise you either, Aria."

"Mom!"

"She's. Pregnant." My father said the words out loud as if trying to get a flavour of them in his mouth. "Pregnant."

"I'm sorry dad," I whispered.

"'Sorry'," He laughed humourlessly, repeating my apology.

"What happened to my baby girl?" Mom asked no-one in particular.

"I fell in love Mom," I said to the ground, not daring to meet her eye. The tears were flowing freely down my face.

"DON'T," She told me in a steely voice. "Do NOT talk about him like that."

"Love? He was your bloody teacher Aria, it's not love," My father ridiculed me.

"Mom, Dad. I love him, I really do," I tried to reason.

"And what do you have to say for yourself?" Dad turned to Ezra, full of fury. "She is sixteen."

"I would apologize, but I feel like that would be apologizing for loving Aria, and I'm not sorry for that. However, I am sorry for putting you in this position; obviously I never intended to get her pregnant. But I promise I'll be there to support her one hundred percent. I'll always be here for her," I watched with my heart in my mouth as Ezra tried to calm down my fuming parents.

"Damn right you will. But just keep this in mind; if it wasn't for this baby, you would be getting the hell out of Rosewood, with an orange jumpsuit if I had anything to do with it, as soon as physically possible. But you're going to support this baby, and you will never do anything to hurt my family again," By the time my father finished, his face was flushed with rage, and I could see his clenched fists twitching, obviously he wanted to get his hands on Ezra.

"Dad please, stop," I begged. "It wasn't Ezra's fault."

"Oh yeah? So whose fault was it, Aria? It's not exactly as if a stork arrived with a little bundle of joy."

"It wasn't anyone's fault, Dad. It just happened."

"It didn't 'just happen', you slept with him you little slut."

The words were like a slap in the face.

"Byron," Mom jumped in, a warning clear in her voice. "Don't talk to Aria like that!"

"Don't tell me what to do in my own house," He snapped back.

"Then watch your tongue around our daughter," She scolded.

"The hell I will!" He spat. "She should learn to keep her legs closed."

"C'mon Ezra," I announced, tugging on his hand. "Let's go."

Without another word to my parents, I led him to the front door and we left, my parents' argument still raging on. With every step I took, the words seemed to get louder rather than quieter. They echoed around in my head like a swarm of angry wasps. Slut. I don't recognise you. It's not love. I glanced over my shoulder at the front window, to see my parents staring out at me, momentarily distracted from their row. Both their faces read similar things; shock, hurt, betrayal, and disgust.

Lyin' here with you so close to me

It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe,

I'm caught up in this moment

Caught up in your smile

"Hi, Aria's phone" I heard Ezra's voice ringing out.

I shot up and turned to face him, full of shock.

"What the hell?" I mouthed furiously.

He just shook his head at me. I could make out from the muffled sound coming from my phone that it was Mom on the other line.

"Yes, she's here with me… At my apartment, yes she's okay… Yeah, I can do that… Okay, we'll see you soon."

"How dare you answer my phone!" I shrieked as soon as he'd hung up. "You had no right to do that! And what do you mean 'we'll see you soon'?"

"Aria, if I had to hear that song one more time, I swear I would've exploded," he apologized.

"And?" I fumed.

"And what?" He asked, a confused expression on his face.

"What do you mean 'we'll see you soon'?" I demanded.

"Oh yeah, um, your mom kind of wanted us to go round to talk to them," he explained, his voice softening and his expression turning to a mix of guilt and hope. "She said she's sorry."

"And that's it? So she said she's sorry and I should just forgive her? It'll all be sunshine and rainbows again? It doesn't work like that. She should've thought of the consequences before she opened her mouth!"

"I know darling, I know," he soothed, rubbing my back. "But that's why we're going to go round and try and sort this out."

"When are we going?" I asked grudgingly.

He got to his feet and put an arm out to help me up. "She said we can come round now."