Dribs and Drabs of One Shots

Ezra Fitz - Miss Austen

Imagine that Ezra is your teaching assistant at university and you're having a relationship

A/N: Hey guys - I survived my stressful week! This was a request so hope you all like it despite it being shorter than my usual ones! My next one shot will be Dean Winchester!

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As well as this, I have a little announcement... Hopefully, if all goes well, the first chapter of my Kai Parker Short Story should be published within the next month! I have the description all written so if any of you would like to read it, comment on here or just ask! If enough of you do, I'll post it at the beginning of my next one shot! It would also be great to get some feedback from you guys!

Warnings: language (because when is there not), an obscene amount of Austen quotation usage, immaturity (?), fluffiness

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The punch was hard, hitting your jaw square. You hadn't expected it to be that hard yet, when you recoiled in shock, your hand went straight to your face, gently stroking the skin. You knew your face was a picture of surprise and horror; that someone that small in body could pack a punch like they did.

On seeing the attacker lunge forward, already prepped for another attack, you almost ran. Your natural instinct was to run. You were never good in situations such as that, or any situation where physical violence was needed. The same could not be said, however, for verbal fights. Yet, perhaps that was because you usually experienced those at home, what with two younger siblings, a prying mother and a secretive father.

'Montgomery!' Your head whipped to the side; hope in your eyes. 'You can't just play defensive in a fight. You have to give her a hit sometime.'

'Easy for you to say...' You muttered before turning your attention back to your opponent. Perhaps if it hadn't have been for your TA taking the same boxing, you would have hit the girl. But, naturally, you were trying to look calm, cool, collected and, most importantly, attractive whilst trying not to get beating by a freshman. It wasn't the easiest thing to do.

You turned your head back to your friends, watching them trying to hide their amusement behind their hands. If you came out of the situation with any sort of pride remaining, you were going to show them all a thing or two.

Turning back to your opponent, you brought your fists up to protect your face before taking a large step forward. You weren't going for anything fancy. Just a punch to the face. Something else that you couldn't even do.

The young fresh faced freshman dodged it easily. She gave you a smirk, even going as far as to lower her gloved hands so that nothing was protecting her face. If you were easily baited, you probably would have done something stupid. Thankfully, you had a relatively good control of your temper. So, instead of going for the easy hit, you feigned it; making a quick jab to the girls face before planting a hard punch to her gut. The girl staggered back, though probably more out of shock than the force of your punch; her smirk nonexistent.

You couldn't help but smirk yourself. In fact, you were so smug that you had outwitted the supposed 'best freshman' in the class, you risked a quick look at your TA. The man had a similar smirk on his lips to the one that you yourself carried. Something that, naturally, made you even more smug.

Andrew, the teacher for the class, simply clapped his hands twice, brining your attention back to the situation at hand and away from your TA.

'Finally. Now we can all go home,' he said with a grin making the entire class of 15 laugh. You, of course, laughed too but couldn't help but feel slightly bad at making everyone stay for an extra 10 minutes.