I know, I know, don't hate me, I'm sorry it's been awhile that I've updated, I'm horrible. I'm still working at my extern site, I'm working 40 hours a week so I'm pretty exhausted when I get home and barely have any time to write, but here you go babies, back to Hailey we go. Enjoy!

-K 💕

Hailey's POV

"Have you heard anything?" Isaac ask's to my right, but it's not me who he's speaking to. The question is being referred to his best friend, who's sitting in front of him, and to the left of Patrick.

Angela nods her head, never taking her eyes off of her cheesy bacon fries that are in front of her, that she has yet to touch. "They're releasing him in a few hours," she mutters.

It's been about almost two weeks since Angela's miscarriage incident, and it completely tore Angela and Dion apart, especially Dion. He seems to be taking it the hardest out of the two, and has been on the edge ever since then. There was still a deep sadness behind it all, but Dion was far more angry than sad now a days, you had to walk on eggshells around him as of lately.

The tables had really turned this time. Dion was the one with the nasty attitude now instead of Isaac. It's been pretty bad these past few days, his angry mood never seem to go away. He was constantly blowing up on his friends, trying to start fights with anyone he could get his hands on. He even beat up some poor guy during lunch yesterday for no reason, but apparently he looked at Angela the wrong way so it set him off.

Dion and Angela were officially together from what she had told me, but they weren't exactly public yet, they wanted everyone to get accustomed to the idea of them being together before they showed any type of PDA. Unfortunately for Angela this was one fight she couldn't defuse, and the guys had to intervene to pull Dion off of the poor kid before he could beat him into a coma.

Sadly, Dion was so lost in his rage that he went as far as actually hitting Isaac while attempting to stop him, and only then did Dion realize what he had done, but things only escalated from their.

Isaac being the hot head that he was, was definitely not going to let it go, which then eventually caused both boys to get into an actual physical fight, Isaac of course being the one to start it, which immediately disappointed me.

He was no longer the hot head who I had first met. This Isaac was more understanding, this Isaac had more patience, he was more selfless, caring, or at least he was until yesterday. He's was now back to brooding, scary, so serious, intimidating Isaac.

Isaac and Dion's friends managed to pull the boys away from each other, but it was too late still. They had managed to catch almost everyone's attention already, they had managed to get in one another's face, to say things they both couldn't possibly ever mean.

After the whole Isaac and Cris incident our school has had a fight break out almost every week now, which led the school to hire more security, even a cop here and there. Patrick and the guys were barely pulling the guys off each other when security reached our little area, immediately demanding that they step away from the boys, instructing Isaac and Dion to get down on their knee's and put their hands behind their head.

Both boys were immediately handcuffed and searched from head to toe. Isaac thankfully didn't have anything on him at the time, Dion on the other hand was a different story. He didn't have any drugs on him, he didn't have his gun on him, but he did have a folding knife in his pocket, meaning he still had a weapon on school grounds, so they immediately took him in.

Although Isaac was clean principal Batam still wanted a reason to take Isaac in, and the only thing he could think of then was that he actually got caught fighting on school grounds for once, but that didn't last long either.

Dion immediately took the blame for everything. He admitted to beating up the poor kid for no reason, and even said that he started everything with Isaac when he was only trying to stop him.

Principal Batam didn't buy it at first until he seen both of the boys faces, Isaac just so happen to have a busted lip when Dion was perfectly fine. His eye was a bit swollen, but he wasn't bleeding like Isaac was, therefore Mr. Batam let him go, and Dion was arrested with three different charges.

Disorderly conduct, battery, and carrying a concealed weapon.

Isaac nearly lost his mind and has been feeling guilty ever since then, he's been trying to do everything in his power to get Dion's chargers dropped, and he did, only because Dion's still a minor and not an adult yet.

The Ricci family used one of Mr. Matteo's many expensive lawyers, of course Isaac's dad paid for everything, putting that family in his debt now. Isaac explained how that didn't matter with Dion's family or Angela's, both of their dads were really close to Mr. Carmelo, so he tend to treat them differently.

Dion wasn't completely off the hook though, he still had to deal with some consequences, by the state and Mr. Matteo, he wasn't going to be let off that easy. Dion didn't have to serve any jail time, he did get his charges drop, but he was now on probation and house arrest.

I stayed with Isaac as late as I could last night because I was afraid that he would have a relapse and drink his guilt away, and seen Mr. Matteo's anger first hand. I of course was in the living room, watching tv, while Isaac was in his father's office with him, hearing every little thing he shouted. Dion's was basically useless to him, meaning he now had to find a new guy to handle his business when Isaac couldn't, and according to Isaac his dad really didn't trust that many people.

"Hey," I gently place my hand on Isaac's lap. The guilt was still written all over his face. He slowly glanced over at me, "he knows you couldn't possibly mean any of that, baby."

"You weren't the only one who said hurtful shit, KP," Patrick says, attempting to lighten Isaac's mood.

I sense Isaac's hesitation and reach for his chin, turning his face back to me, and I kiss him on the lips really quick. "Stop being so hard on yourself, Isaac. It's fixable, baby."

Isaac slowly nods his head, and I run my thumb across his bottom lip, running it over the dry scab of blood. "Your swellings going down," I smile.

Isaac snorts softly, connecting his lips back with my own.

"For real though, KP, one out of ten, how hard does Dion hit?"

Isaac immediately scoffs, turning to look at Patrick. "1 out of 10?"

Patrick nods.

"Like a 12.5."

Patrick nearly chokes on his drink, spitting what he had inside of his mouth.

"Ugh, gross, Ric!!" Angela exclaims, scooting away from him.

I giggle some and hand Ang some napkins we had left over from our lunch.

"Remind me not to piss either one of you off," Patrick snickers.

The lunch bell rings and Isaac walks me to my Spanish class, it's the one class that I just so happen to have Albert in. He doesn't sit near me or with me in class, he barely acknowledges me. He's the one friend out of Isaac's homeboys who doesn't really pay me any mind, and that was perfectly fine with me.

After Spanish was over I headed to my last class, English, the same class that I shared with Angela. Sadly Angela and I no longer sat together. Mr. Lunch was constantly shushing us during lectures, Angela more than me, she now sat way at the front, while i still sat at the back by myself. It didn't matter where Angela sat though, she always found someone else to talk too.

There's about fifteen minutes left in class, when i hear my phone vibrate a couple times in my bag. I sneakily attempt to pull it out while Mr. Lynch continues his boring lecture.

I grab my phone, hiding it under my desk. I immediately smile, the messages are from Isaac.

"Angela's going to give a ride home baby."

"I had to leave early, have to run an errand for pops."

"I love you."

Although my father had got me my very own car now, Isaac still wanted that luxury of being able to bring me to school and take me home afterwards. He wanted every little second that he spent with me to count, especially on days where he had to go work for his dad.

I quickly reply to Isaac and toss my phone back into my bag, and wait for class to finish. After class is done Angela and I walk out to the front of the school and load up into her car. She's quiet on the whole ride to my house, she's a lot quieter now a days and I don't like it, it's not her.

I don't really know what to say to her anymore. I've tried telling her that maybe she should take some time off of school, this way she could heal properly, grieve properly, but she refuses to. She says she'll be more depressed at home than at school with her friends, and I respected that.

We're about three minutes away from my house, and I can't bear that silence anymore. "What time is Dion being released?" I asked.

"Anytime after 4," she replies.

"Are you gonna be there when he gets out?"

She shakes her head no, "I'll probably go wait for him at his house, I don't know."

"Cheer up, Ang, I'm sure he's going to be excited to see you."

She doesn't reply verbally, she simply shrugs her shoulders. "We'll see," she says after a couple seconds. "I don't really know who he is right now. He won't talk to me, he won't listen to me, he barely even looks at me."

Angela pulls up to my house and parks to the side, "I don't know Dion like you guys do, but I do know that he tends to put his feelings to the side, what guy doesn't. Dion's never lost anyone he cares about in his life, right?" She shakes her head. "I don't think he knows how to cope. He's so good at hiding his feelings, that I don't think he knows how to let them out."

"I wish that he would just talk to me, but it's hard you know. We were never the type of friends to run to each other when we had problems. I always had Sophia and he always went to Isaac, that's just how it was."

I sigh deeply, placing my hand on top of hers, gently squeezing it. "But you're not friends anymore, Ang. You guys are a thing now, you're together, you need to learn to communicate with each other if you want this to last. Talk to him, ask him how he's feeling, why he's so mad, he needs to let it all out eventually."

She nods and I begin to squint my eyes while looking ahead of me, "is that Isaac's car up the road?"

"What? Where?" Angela quickly looks in the direction that I'm looking in.

"There," I point ahead of us. "Next to the trash bins."

"Noooo," she smiles as I look over at her.

I narrow my eyes even more now, "what do you know that I don't."

"Nothing," she chuckles softly, and I tilt my head some. "I don't!" She exclaims. "They asked me to bring you home, and I did, I swear," she smiles.

"Hmm," I stare at Angela for a couple seconds longer. "Well thank you for the ride," I tell her as I reach for the door handle, pushing the door open. I step out of the car and close the door as Angela rolls the window down. "I'll see you Monday?" I smile, she nods. "Text me, call me, if you need anything."

"I will."

"Thanks again," I shout as I start to walk away from her car.

"You're welcome, have fun!" She smirks as she starts to roll her window up.

I immediately laugh and shake my head, Angela was such a bad liar, I knew for a fact that she was hiding something. I wave goodbye to her as she drives away and turn to walk up my drive way, careful not to fall on the snow, pulling my jackets tighter against me, the air was so cold today.

I walk up to my front door, pulling my keys out of my bag and unlock it, pushing the door open. I immediately begin to grin like crazy. I'm not surprised to see Isaac standing in the middle of my home, however I am surprised to see that my kitchen and stairway are covered in tiny candles and some rose petals.

I walk further into my house, closing my door behind me, and place my bag on the couch in the living room, completely amazed with how my dinning table is set up. There's now a dark maroon tablecloth laying on top of it, with some beautiful plates, silverware and wine glasses that I could never possibly own sitting on top of it.

There's some loose rose petals spread out on top of it as well, along with some beautiful roses and sunflowers that sat in the middle of the table in a elegant vase, with a couple of red and white candles here and there, and a fancy bottle of something sitting in a bucket of ice next to the flower vase.

There's an instant warm fuzzy feeling in my chest as I turn to look at Isaac. He's standing in the middle of my kitchen, making what I can only assume is a salad. He doesn't pay me any mind, he continues to look down at his phone, which is leaning against something on my counter, when I hear a soft woman's voice coming from it.

"Very, very, lightly coat each leaf of lettuce for your salad."

I snicker walking over to Isaac, "are you seriously YouTubing how to toss a salad?" I stand a couple inches to his right, and he instantly smiles turning to look at me, while continuing very, very, light to coat his greens, and leans down to kiss me.

"I want everything to be perfect," he murmurs against my lips.

"What are you doing here, baby? What's all this for?" I smile.

Isaac smiles grabbing a little bowl of what I can assume is dry cherries, and tosses them into his salad bowl, following the lady in his screens directions. "Happy 3 month anniversary," he grins.

"That's still a week away, Isaac."

"Yeah I know, but I thought we'd celebrate it early, seeing how we didn't get to celebrate our second together."

"We weren't together for our second month anniversary," I tell him.

He turns to look at me again, grinning from ear to ear, "exactly why I'm making up for it now," he places a sweet delicate kiss on my lips.

I cup his face with both of my hands, deepening our kiss. "You always find ways to amaze me," I smile, gazing deep into his eyes. I always tend to lose myself looking into Isaac's beautiful brown orbs. They were the deepest brown you could possibly ever see, but they had a soft gentleness to them whenever he would look at me.

Isaac leans into me, as my hands still cup his face, placing another quick kiss on my lips. "I love you," he murmurs. "Go change."

I nod my head, kissing him one last time, "I love you more."

Isaac shakes his head, smiling, "that's impossible."

I laugh softly while shaking my head, stepping away from him, making my way over to the stairs. I'm on the fourth step when I kneel down to pick up what I thought was little white candles, to realize that they're actually little LED candle lights.

I giggle softly looking behind me to see Isaac standing near the stairway, "I thought these were actual candles," I say.

Isaac shakes his head, "nah, I was too afraid of burning your fucking house down," he chuckles. "Just the ones on the table are real."

I snort softly, "you're such a dork."

"Go. Change." He commands softly, and I do.

I quickly march up the stairs and get out of my school clothes, attempting to find a cute outfit for dinner. I go through about two dresses and can't seem to feel comfortable in either one of them, and that easily frustrates me. I didn't need to have an insecure dress day, not today, any day but today. I didn't want to ruin Isaac perfectly planned dinner, I wouldn't.

I quickly grab a black skater skirt from the inside of my closet and slip it on. I walk back out into my bedroom in just my bra and skirt, pulling out a burgundy thin sweater from the inside of my dresser and immediately drop it the second I turn around.

"Oh my god!" I shriek.

I turn around to find Isaac leaning against my door frame, just watching me, with his arms folded across his chest. He chuckles pushing himself off of the frame, "I'm sorry," he grins walking over to me.

He stops right in front of me, grinning, staring down at my chest, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He sticks his fingers under the strap of my bra, running them along the material stopping right at the top of my cup. "Your outfits a little revealing, but I can work with it," he smirks.

"Shut up," I smile, swatting his hand away, tossing the sweater over my head.

Isaac immediately wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him, "dinners ready," he murmurs before placing a quick kiss on my lips.

I nod, "I just need my shoes, I'll be down in a second."

Isaac turns around and leaves my bedroom, I quickly run into my closet and grab my booties that i wore when I went to Isaac's surprised party. I slip them on and make my way down stairs, careful not to trip over anything, I was pretty clumsy like that. My heart starts to beat in my chest for some odd reasons as I make my way down to the dinning room.

Every light is now turned off, every blind to my window and curtains are now shut, the only light in the room is coming from on top of my oven and the candles on the table. I immediately start grinning like crazy and feel my cheeks instantly starting to heat up. Isaac is standing off to the side, behind a pulled out chair, smiling as well.

My heart instantly flutters, I've barely realized that he's now changed as well, he's no longer in his school clothes either. Isaac was now in a pair of nice black slacks, with some fancy expensive dresses shoes, and a white button dressed shirt, that hugged every part of his body perfectly. He had the two first buttons undone and I immediately spot the crucifix that always hangs around his neck, I've never once seen him take it off.

Isaac checks the time on his wrist, looking back over at me, smiling, "you're right on time, Miss. Summers."

I chuckle softly and head in his direction as he waves me over, and take a sit in my chair. Isaac takes the seat to my left, where my dad would normally sit, as I look at all the beautiful food in front of me.

"You made all this?"

"Me?" He scoffs. "Nah. My nan made the spaghetti, it would've been a disaster if I would've tried. I bought the rolls, and tried making a salad," he chuckles.

I place my hand on top of his, gently squeezing it, "I'm sure it tastes amazing, thank you."

Isaac smiles and leans in to kiss me so i myself lean in to meet him half ways. We eat dinner and I just like I figured it would, everything tastes amazing, even Isaac's salad. We eat some, we talk some, laugh some, and clean some after wards. To my surprise Isaac doesn't try to seduce me, everything actually stays PG.

After we finish dinner Isaac helps me clean up a bit, tossing the dirty dishes into the dish washer, picking some rose petals up from the stairs case, only leaving the little lights because I thought they were absolutely adorable, plus it leaves a nice glow in the house. We go to my living room and plop down onto my couch and watch a movie on Netflix.

Isaac eventually falls asleep while laying his head on my lap, and I continue running my hands through his soft dark locks, it's probably what put him to sleep in the first place. I'm actually the only one awake, Waffles eventually comes out from hiding, apparently he was in the garage working on the bone that Isaac had brought him, but he's now laying next to Isaac's legs, asleep as well.

I grab my phone from the side table next to me and check the time. It's 7:28, Caleb gets off of work in about two minutes, and my dad in a couple hours. I grab the remote from the side table as well and lower the volume on the tv a bit, I no longer had an interest in watching it, I only kept it on to have some background noise.

I'm scrolling through my Facebook feed for about a good five minutes, when Angela's name is now displaying on my screen, and my phone is now vibrating in my hand. I slide my thumb across my screen, answering the call and place my phone next to my right ear, making sure to keep my voice low.

"Hi, Ang."

"Hey, is KP still at your house?"

I smile looking down at Isaac, softly scratching his hand with my free hand. "Yeah he's asleep, what's up?"

"How long has he been asleep?"

"Mmm, maybe fifteen minutes, why?"

"He's been ignoring my calls, I've been calling him for like the past two hours."

I frown a bit and look back down at my peacefully asleep boyfriend. Isaac phone had kept ringing while we ate, I even begged him to answer the calls, but he insisted that it could wait, that it was just work, he would handle it later.

"Hold on," I murmur.

"No don't wake him up," Angela quickly blurts out. "It'll just piss him off. Just have him call me please."

"Yeah, of course."

"Thanks, I'll see you at school on Monday."

"Okay, have a good weekend," I tell her and then end our call.

Isaac instantly stirs in my lap a couple seconds later and is now staring up at me, softly smiling. "Who called you?" He husks.

"Your best friend," I mutter.

Isaac glances off to the side, sighing deeply, "which one out of the two?"

"The one you've been ignoring."

"I'm not ignoring her," he says while sitting back up. "What time is it?" He asked while putting his shoes back on, clearly changing the subject.

"Don't start going back down that road, Isaac. Why are you avoiding them?"

Isaac doesn't say anything, but I can see the vein on his neck starting to surge as he continues to struggle with his shoes, he starting to get flustered.

"I'm not," he says checking the time on his wrist. "Fuck," he growls, shooting up from the couch.

"What, wat's wrong?"

"I gotta go," he mutters, leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead. "Im suppose to pick my mom up at 8:00 o'clock and take her by the house to pick up somethings."

"She still hasn't budged?"

He shakes his head, "she has everything she needs with her, I think she wants a reason to see pops without having to say she actually misses him. I'll call you later, I love you," he leans back down to kiss my lips this time, heading towards my door.

"Don't bother calling me if you still haven't talked to Dion, Isaac."

Isaac easily comes to a halt as I get up from the couch, "I want proof that you're there too," I utter.

Isaac turns to look at me, a stern look on his face, he's definitely not in a good mood anymore.

"I don't know why you're avoiding them, baby, and you're clearly not going to tell me, and I love you, but you started that fight, YOU fix it."

Isaac narrows his eyes a bit, clearly seething with what I'm making him do, but it's the only way I know how to get to him, through his stubbornness. I had to give him ultimatums, and he hated them.

"I'll call you from her phone," he grits, and turns to walk away, opening my front door.

"I love you," I say before he slams the door shut, and I'm snorting softly, shaking my head while rolling my eyes, "stubborn boy."