Hands Of Time | Ezria

Chapter Fifteen

ARIAS POV

Me and Ezra haven't spoken in a week. I'd been counting down the hours, minutes and seconds, blankly staring at my lifeless mobile, hoping for a text or call. Of course, there was the option for me to text or call, but everytime I go to send a text or press 'dial', my inside voice tells me no. And so I click back.

Not speaking to Ezra was like torture. And yet I couldn't help but think something had happened. It had only been two weeks since it was announced Ezra was clear from cancer, but my insides kept pulling me towards Ezra's apartment, just to check if he was alright.

I was being hopelessly selfish. What if he had met someone new? It's stupid, but any girl would be flattered if Ezra said hey to them. I certainly was.

Ezra was also supposed to start Rosewood High tomorrow. My school. My English class. He was going to be my teacher once again.

Principal Hackett had pulled me into the office two days previous and asked me if I was seeing Ezra socially since a student, who was not named, claimed he saw us holding hands in the park.

I, of course, said we did see eachother socially once, but it was completely over. I wasn't lying. Just re-telling the truth. For we had seen eachother after he left Rosewood High, and we weren't in speaking terms as of now.

My phone vibrated. I jumped out of my train of thought, and prayed it was Ezra.

It wasn't.

Hanna ; heyy, Rosewood fair is on tomorrow night, you coming? It's the annual thing y'no.

Me ; the fair we always used to go to with Ali?

Hanna replied almost immediately.

Hanna ; yeah... you coming Ar? Me, Spence and Em are relying on you! Love you x

I really didn't want to go, as I really fancied lounging around in Ezra's yellow Hollis t-shirt I stole from his drawer. I always wore it when I was sad or was not speaking to Ezra.

But then again, that was me being selfish again, and I knew I couldn't let the girls down. They were my family.

Me ; Don't worry, Han! Of course I'm going!

Hanna ; yay!!

I smiled to myself as I clicked and locked my phone, and set it down beside me. I'd given up waiting, as Ezra was probably still not willing to speak.

I was scared. Scared for Ezra. Scared for what would happen to us. He was my teacher again. Well, to be tomorrow. So what? The first months of our relationship consisted of the teacher - student fiasco. It was indulged in secrecy. It was pretty hot, if I had to admit.

I'd always loved the idea of our scandalous relationship.

The only downside was the lies. The girls obviously knew about me and him, but they didn't know he was to be sat at the desk at the front of our English classroom tomorrow morning. The girls had always been so supportive of me and Ezra.

My parents were now divorced, and my dad had went to live with this girl called Meredith, apparently the girl he cheated on mom with. Mom had moved to Pennsylvania, and I hardly had contact with my dad now. Nor my mom.

That was the worst thing. I absolutely hated lying to my parents. They were my light. We weren't the most stable family of them all.