Jade's P.O.V

The past few months have been extremely uneventful, luckily for me of course. My mother has stopped showing up to my school unannounced, although at some points it does feel like she is trying to avoid coming to school. I've had to walk for the past three weeks because of her feigning ill.

She isn't usually like that, and I know if she's avoiding it something must be bad or completely embarrassing. I can't imagine either, tough. My mom has never been one to have fights with people (at least not that I've seen in real life) and it makes me extremely upset that someone had most likely hurt her. I can't change the past now, I know that, I just need to help her make amends with it.

Helping her of course is my only intention, which is why currently I'm standing in front of Ezra Fitz's doorstep. My cell phone conveniently tucked into the back of my boot, hidden by my black lace knew highs, and my pepper spray bottle in an easily accessible outside pocket of my purse.

Normally when I am going to visit a teacher (I haven't visited many teachers though) I do not come prepared for battle, but the way my mom looked at him made me not so sure that he could be trusted. How would I know what he was capable of if I never even knew what had happened between them, or what he had done? Hopefully he'd be able to give me some answers that I so desperately needed.

My knuckles pounded on the door of the house, making a loud sound that I could hear echo through the foyer. As soon as I reached up to knock again the door unlocked, I could hear the clicking sound from my spot on the other side of the wood. The door opened slowly, with hesitation I assume, revealing an Ezra Fitz who looked to have just gotten out of bed. Checking my watch I realized it was only 8 A.M, and a Saturday. Normally I wouldn't even be awake this early.

"Hello," I said sweetly, smiling as best I could without grimacing. My intention was not to intimidate him, I was just to get some answers. I'd try to ask nicely before I got very upset with him. He seemed like the guy to be very easy going, the pepper spray and cell phone were just extra precautions just in case I had judged my English teacher wrong.

"Um, hello Jade." He said groggily, rubbing his eyes before finally looking into mine. His icy eyes radiated with extreme shock and confusion, a look I had gotten fairly often whenever I wanted to speak with him.

"Yeah, um.. Can I come in?" I asked, spitting it out quickly, my voice sounded completely strong and sure of myself, which was one thing I didn't feel on the inside. Inside I was scared that I would do something stupid and kill my opportunity to fix what was wrong between him and my mother. My stomach was turning and my palms were sweating beneath the long sleeves of my winter coat.

Quickly he nodded and opened the door wider, ushering me inside. "Yes, of course." He replied politely, trying his best to give me a smile, and I giggled under my breath after seeing his attempt. It was more a grimace caused by awkwardness. Normally students did not show up to their teachers homes unannounced I assume. But I am not normal.

His house was small, the entry way led into a hallway that one side held the kitchen, and on the other the living room. It was nice, and I'm sure that it was all he could afford on a teachers salary. I followed him until we reached the couches in the small living room.

Pictures of a boy from about 7 until 20 something were hung up on all the walls. He had the same smile as Ezra, and almost was an exactly replica. Honestly it could have been him when he was a kid, but the dates on the photos were way off.

Mr. Fitz had a child? For some reason I couldn't believe what I had just found out. It seemed like he was not in a relationship of any sort, and I didn't see a wedding ring on his finger. Although now-a-days people are much more liberal than in the past, and a wedding ring doesn't decide whether or not they are married. Although I thought I would have picked up the 'dad vibe' from him.

On the wall there were some pictures of a red headed woman, she was quite pretty and always with the little boy. She must be Mr. Fitz's child's mother. This felt threatening to me, I don't understand it. He had nothing to do with. I'm only here for my mom. Maybe my mom had been in a relationship with him and was jealous? Honestly, I had no clue, but was right back to thinking about her. Much better.

Sliding onto the couch across from him, I pushed back all of my thoughts and focused. Find out why these things were happening between my mom and him. Ask about nothing else. I shouldn't ask too many questions, I didn't want him to think I come off as nosy and ignore me. I needed to know.

"You have a really nice house, Mr. Fitz." I told him, glancing around and smiling approvingly. A small smile twitched at his lips and I could tell he was proud. It must have taken a lot for him to decorate, being as he didn't seem like the interior decorator type.

"Thank you, Jade. By the way, please call me Ezra." His hands were fidgeting with a book he had pulled off the coffee table, juggling it from hand to hand. The awkwardness was evident in his face as she tried to be accommodating to me.

"Well Ezra I'm not going to beat around the bush." My tone was fierce, and his eyes instantly got wide with concern.

"Okay, what can I help you with?" He responded, regaining composure and returning to looking normal, uncomfortable, but normal all the same.

"How do you know my mom?" As soon as those words left my lips he dropped the book, eyes wide and hands trembling. What the hell?

Picking the book back up he set it down gently onto the coffee table, running a hand through his hair. "Um.. Well I knew her when she was in high school. I was her English teacher too." Shrugging his shoulders looked me in the eye and seemed disappointed, not with me. He seemed mad at himself.

"You've taught for that long?" I asked, I know I sounded rude, but really. He couldn't be that much older than my mother. And yet he had been her English teacher also? Why would there have been fighting between them? It didn't match up quite right. I was having trouble believing that he only was her teacher, something more had to have been going on between them.

"That was the first class I taught after I graduated from college," He replied. His demeanor seemed to have shifted from awkward to unwilling to speak. For reasons unknown he didn't want to talk to me, or about my mother anymore.

"Can you tell me anything else, because I really need to kno-" "No!" He shouted, interrupting me. I could tell that after he did that he was apologetic, trying to get me to look at him. Instantly my heart was broken. He'd been so cold towards me. I didn't want my answers anymore.

Standing up and backing out of the room he turned to me and pleaded with me to talk to him, but I couldn't. He'd been so harsh, and I was not a girl to let anyone speak to me like that. I hadn't even asked anything that would cause that reaction.

I was crushed, I'd never admit it. I don't know what I was searching for, answers, something. But all I got was a verbal slap to the face. And there's no way that I can get an answer out of him. He should be glad I didn't pull out my pepper spray.

Walking out of his house I slammed the door behind me, I could hear the chimes hanging from off the porch chime at the force. Ezra was looking through the small window in the door as I walked down the pathway and slid down the garage door. I wouldn't cry, I couldn't.

He was nothing to me, but for some reason I felt betrayed. And It was a really bad feeling.

A/N: This was not what I wanted to write. Not at all, but it has been written and if I added what I intended to into this chapter than it would be way too long. The next update will be on Halloween for a special Halloween chapter! The kids from school will be back, as well as first appearences in the story by Spencer and Hannah! How exciting is that? Stay tuned!