My Life in Rosewood

Chapter Four

I'll tell you now, the rest of the time in Ezra's class felt super awkward. His little moment of seeming confused or nervous, or whatever it had been made me uncomfortable. People kept staring my way the entire time and I have no idea what the reason had been other than the fact that the new teacher seemed to be out of his mind from seeing me. Now it probably made the rumors of us truer than they had been five minutes before the bell had rang, and I am so not for it. Not only that, but even Aria seemed a little lost. It was bad enough that people were watching us have our reunion and wanted to see if I'd blow up on her, or see if I'd break down from having her back, but once Ezra reacted how he did it felt like all eyes were in our direction and she was just as unprepared as I had been.

My eyes eventually scanned over towards the other side of the room after getting a text from Mona in the middle of class, asking me what that was about so I answered her with an "I have no idea."

In the first two aisles closest to the door Hanna and her friends are sitting there with Mona. I make eye contact with Hanna when she realizes that I'm staring, her blue eyes seeming concerned. I'm not sure if she's concerned because of what happened with Ezra, or if she's staring at me in that way because like most people in my life they are worried about me. But I give her a reassuring smile as she smiles back while fixing a few strains of her long blond hair behind her ear, allowing us both to go back to paying attention to Ezra as he talks about the book we were assigned to read this summer.

When the bell rings for the end of class I grab my things pretty fast and pack it up. I stare at Aria and Emily, giving Aria a quick smile before telling them that I need to talk to Ezra (or to them, Mr. Firz) for a second and will see them later. Aria's face seems to be a little iffy as she looks at Ezra, but then recovers and nods in an okay. Emily smiles and hugs me before leaving, Aria right behind her with a wave of goodbye. Then I take a breath, put my backpack over my shoulder and walk to his desk. His eyes scan down at me standing by his desk and blinks, as if getting out of a daze. It looked like he had been watching the door a second before I came over to him.

Now sitting himself onto the edge of his desk he softly smiles at me, "How did I do?" He asks as if avoiding the question that needs to be asked.

At first I hunor the question, giving him a gentle smile. "Great. You are meant to teach, everyone was listening to every word that came out of your mouth." Of course the girls only did because of his looks, but I wouldn't be the one to break that to him. Even though he probably already had the hint to that fact. "But that isn't why I came over to you." I add and his face goes a little white, meaning he knows what's coming. "Why did you react that way in the beginning of class?"

He clears his throat, his sweet smile popping up as he plays innocent. "Just nerves, Jessie. Nothing to worry about."

I raise an eyebrow slowly, "Ezra, it felt like you had a moment of being out of it, and you having your eyes on me didn't soften the blow to the rumors."

Now he makes a soft hissing sound as he realizes what I meant, running his fingers through his hair. "I...I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry, Jessie. It was a misdirect in my head of panic and my face didn't soften it out."

I roll my eyes for a second before punching him on the arm lightly and smile, "You're fine. You just concerned me. For both of our sakes, we don't need people thinking that we are more than just friends."

He laughs gently as he dramatically rubs the spot I punched him, like a typical big brother, making it seem as if I hurt him. "Won't happen again." He smiles and rubs my head, messing up my hair as I glare at him. But he just laughs, "You're going to be late for your next class, go on."

I roll my eyes again as I flatten my hair to the best of my ability with no mirror to look at, students now starting to crowd his classroom again for his next period. "Yes, Mr. Fitz." I say in a mix of a smartass tone and playful, then laugh as I back up to the door. "I'll see you later."