Under a spell

Chapter one.

There is no more A in this.

ARIA'S POV
I ran outside and began to wander aimlessly around the streets of New York.

"Aria, Aria come back! Please!" I heard Noel Kahn yell after me.

"I saw you! With her!" I tried yelling back without crying.

He started the usual 'it's not what it looks like' speech.

I stopped in my tracks for a minute letting him catch up to me. I raised my pointer finger yelling at him.

"...and don't you dare follow me!"

"You're making a mistake I swear."

"You're going to regret this." He added walking away.

I ran to the only place I knew of.

His name was Ezra Fitz. I was madly in love with him in my senior year of high school. I was prohibited to see him. After all he was my teacher.

What am I even doing? It's been five years since I last saw him. For all I know he found the perfect girl and is happily married.

I decided it wasn't worth it and started to turn around.

"Aria?"

"Shit." I whispered to myself turning around.

"Um... Come in?" He said awkwardly running his hand through his hair.

I got one whiff of his cologne and just like that I was under a spell again.

Once I walk in I saw him quickly face a picture down and act like nothing happened.

"What's that?" I asked as he handed me a drink.

"Just my..." He started.

Don't say it.

As he said "Girlfriend." My heart dropped.

Wait.

Was that disappointment in his voice when he said "girlfriend."?

"Aria?"

"Yeah?"

"You kinda blanked out there... Are you okay?"

No.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"What's wrong."

The fact that he knows me so well makes my heart do summersaults.

"I can't keep running to you every time I'm hurt."

"It's been five years. Aria something's wrong and I want to help you."

As an automatic reflex I leaned closer to him. He didn't pull away.

He looked into my hazel eyes as I looked into his crystal blue eyes, just about to kiss when someone knocked on the door.

He awkwardly looked at me and stood up.

"Hey babe."

I heard. I didn't see anything. I was staring at an imaginary spot on the floor.

New York, New York. It's a hell of a city.