Just Cant Stay Away ( ezria fanfiction)

Did History Repeat?

I couldn't sleep at all last night. I kept having this recurring nightmare that it was Labor Day, the one before 11th grade started. I kept waking up tugging on my bottom lip. 'Ezra's lips are so soft on mines' is all I keep thinking. Am I going crazy?

Since yesterday was my last day of freedom before school, I spent it shopping with Tori. She's the only person I've connected with since Holden and I moved here. I'm not as close to her as I am with the girls, but she comes close.
We went to the same mall that I spotted Ezra in. For some strange reason, I felt like we were being watched, but I figured it was just my normal paranoia. After the mall, I went back to my apartment and watched some old movies and tried to sleep. It was too normal. Except for the fact that nothing has been normal since I seen Ezra. Knowing that he's here in LA just makes me feel uneasy.

When I finally decide to get out of bed, I take a mich needed nice, long, hot shower. I don't know why but there's something about the water splashing on my face that just makes all the problems go away. Then, a problem enters my peaceful place .
"Hey, babe", Holden grabs me from behind and kisses my neck.

"You didn't want to shower with me?", he sounds like I wounded him. I turn and fave him with a shy smile, trying to go for an innocent look. I think I succeed.

"You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn't want to wake you.", I say before missing him and turning to get out of the shower. I am not in a good state of mind for morning sex. Especially after a whole night of dreaming of Ezra. It just wouldn't feel right.
"Holden", I yell into the bathroom while dressing, "I'm going out for a while. My first class isn't until 11:30. See you later."
Walking to my car, I check my phone. 9:35am Time isn't going by quick enough. In my frustrated state, I make the decision to go to a bar on campus. At least this time, I'm legal, I think. 18 is the legal age, right? I think to myself as I walk towards the entrance of the bar.

Just as I reach to open the door, something just doesn't feel right.I let go of the door handle, then reach for it again, then let it go. This goes on for about 2 minutes. I finally decide to walk in, and suddenly freeze. "B-26", I whisper to myself.

Slowly, I walk to the bar and sit on one of the stools. The bartender walks over to me.
"What can I get for you?"

"Can I get a cheeseburger, and a vodka soda, please?"

"Coming right up."

"Thanks."
I put my head down to try and ease the flood of memories that float into my head while this song is playing.
"Aria?", I hear someone say.
I sit up instantly and look to my right.
"Crap", I whisper quickly.
"Ezra, hi."