"He really did that?" Zoe asks in her lovely-dovey voice.

"Yeah. It was really cute."

"I wish I had a man that would call me at like 12 am to tell me I'm beautiful. You got lucky."

"You know, actually you have Asher."

"Bay, you know-"

"BAY!!" A loud shriek screams and my head snaps up to see my fiery red headed friend running to me with a big smile on her face.

"I got in!" she screams and jumps up and down. People in the hallways move out of her way as she runs to me. Of course they would, she is Cartier Johannson.

"YOU GOT IN!" I exclaim. Cartier wants to be a professional ballerina, so she applied to the Manhattan Academy of Dance and Music(MADM). It is a highly competitive school and I had no doubt she would get in because she is crazy good at ballet. Plus, it is convenient since Armani will be going to Colombia and I will be going to UPenn. I got my acceptance letter yesterday. I can't wait to tell Issac.

I wrap my arms around Cartier and hug her. "I am so proud of you!"

"Next week, I have to go to an event there so I am flying out at the end of the week."

I pull away from her. "Wow. Take pictures and don't forget us little people while you are in the best city in the world."

"Puh lease." She brushes off. "At least, I will be able to go to the football game tomorrow."

"You know I have never been to a football game."

"Lies." she says in disbelief. I shrug my shoulder and chew the skin in my mouth.

Her eyes widen. "Oh you are sooo coming to my house to get you all decorated and ready for the game."

"I guess. Zoe, you wanna come?" I ask Zoe who is standing silently next to me.

"Uh yeah sure." she says while typing away at her phone.

Hmm. Weird

"I have to go find Armani."

"I'm right here!" A deep voice says and Armani emerges from a crowd of people. His brown hair is swept back and as usual he has some stupid shirt on. This time his shirt says, 'Karma is like 69, you get what you give'.

Zoe snorts next to me and covers her hand over her mouth as she looks at Armani's shirt. I suck in my bottom lip to contain my laughs and it hurts soo so much. Cartier turns around and looks at her boyfriend's shirt. She just exhales and shakes her head.

"Honestly the stuff that comes out his mouth is worse than what's on his shirt." she says.

"Love you too." He responds and kisses her temple.

Goals.

"Mr. Clarke, do you h-have a change of shirt. That is quite inappropriate." Ms. Lovejoy, our economics teacher says and she stops in front of us.

"My father found it humerus" Armani jokes and points to his humerus bone.

Ms. Lovejoy walks away mumbling something about horny teenagers.

Hmm.

"Have you seen Issac?" I ask Armani.

"Yeah, right behind you."

"Thanks man." A deep voice behind me says. I look behind me with a smile on my face.

Issac.

"Morning handsome."

"Morning beautiful." He responds and kisses my forehead.

"I got you something." I tell him with a smile. I dig in my pocket and I take out the key chain with a white horse on it.

"Avalanche" "Avalanche" We both say in unison.

"This is amazing Bay."

"I feel like the odd one out. Seeming as I am the only single one here so Imma just y-you know....go. Y-you know before I say some stupid shit and blame it on me drinking ginger drinks that I don't have. Yeah bye." Zoe awkwardly says and skips off. Issac and Armani exchange a look.

"Hey what was that? That look." I ask, and point between to two tall boys in front of me.

"What was what?" Armani asks innocently.

You are no innocent. Look at your shirt. Ya little nasty.

I look up at Issac and give him my 'if you don't tell me, I will bitch slap you' face. He can't lie to me, he knows I will know. Same goes for him knowing if I am lying.

Issac's defense starts to diminish and he is weakening under my hard gaze.

"Issac, don't-" Armani warns behind me and I step on his foot. He garbled groan escapes his mouth. He mumbles a bunch of profanities under his breath.

"Asher likes Zoe and he may be in love with her and he wants to ask her out, exclusively. Strings attached and all that so Zoe won't be single for long. She will probably be single for another 3 hours if she says yes to him."

"Motherfu-" Armani mumbles the rest under his breath and bangs his head against the lockers.

"I'm sorry, but didn't you see the look she gave me. She was going to castrate me if I didn't talk." Issac defends himself.

"Bros before hoes dude." Armani recites the bro code.

"So Imma hoe!" Cartier and I accuse the two of them in unison.

Armani's eyes widen and he looks like he is wetting himself when he looks at Cartier's angry eyes. To top it off, her fiery red hair adds to the whole angry thing making her look like a female devil.

"Babe-"

Cartier storms off and away from Armani and through the crowd.

"Cartier!" Armani yells and then runs off in the direction his girlfriend ran off to.

I look over at Issac with a quirked eyebrow, daring him to challenge me.

"You're not a hoe. You're an angel...with horns." He says.

Rude, buuut he has a fair point.

"Fair point, therefore good answer." I respond and place a chaste kiss on his lips before going off to class.

"That is not enough Bay!" Issac yells out. I look behind my shoulder with a smile on my face and then turn back and continue walking.

....

"Face paint, really?"

"It's only black. And if you wash it off as soon as you get home, you won't get a pimple." Cartier advises and looks at my outfit. "Good" she determines.

Our school colors are black and white, so Cartier thought it best that I put on a white cropped top and black ripped jeans with black combat boots. She flat ironed my hair and put it into a ponytail on top my head.

"All I need is pom poms and maybe I could take the head cheerleaders position from Talia" I say sarcastically and look at the final look in the mirror.

"Please, you look good. And plus you are going with Issac Evans, points to Bay."

"You are going with Armani Clarke! Don't act modest Cartier. You guys are like relationship goals. First off, both your names are named after expensive name brands and you guys are just plain adorable."

"True" she says and irons another piece of her red hair. She has on a black tank top that is backless and white ripped jeans as well.

Her phone blinks and a picture of Armani giving her lovey dovey puppy eyes pops up on her screen along with a text.

"You guys ready?" she asks after reading the text.

"Yeah, Zoe you good?"

"Yes I would like a soda." she mumbles and continues typing away at her phone.

I look at Cartier and we both exchange weird looks.

Zoe hates soda.

I sneak up behind Zoe and she doesn't realize. I grab her phone from her hand and run to the other side of the room.

"BAY!" she yells and sprints to me. I starts running around the room trying to read as much as I can while I can.

My eyes widen when I see Asher's name on the top in black letters bolded. I look down at the text and start reading just as I dodged Zoe.

/ Zoe

Asher, I can't. You hurt me too many times.

Don't make me blush...

If I know you, you won't, but I need time. To think. You saying that I am beautiful, gorgeous, and talking about our kiss and how my lips taste doesn't help. It just makes me feel things I shouldn't when I should be thinking on whether to end whatever this is or keep it.

Asher...

My sister is having a little thing with Asher Stevens. The phone is quickly plucked from my hands and I look up at a flush cheeked Zoe as she clutches her phone to her chest.

"What did you read?" she asks and pulls her gray sweater back on her shoulder. Zoe has a white cami top on with black skinny jeans and white sneakers. She just wore the sweater because of the chilly weather.

"Enough." I tell her, with a smirk on my face.

"Guys we got to go." Cartier says and grabs her bag and heads out the door. I follow behind her and Zoe behind me. We walk outside, the evening breeze kissing our skin as we make our way to the white Tesla in front of Cartier's house.

This car is new.

I have always wanted a Tesla. To be able to text and "drive" without dying is quite beneficial to me.

We open the door to the 6 seat car. Asher steps out the passengers side of the car and holds the door open for me. I sit in the seat and look at Issac across from me.

"How is it that you manage to take my breath away on the night of a high school football game?"

"I am just so beautiful" I respond and twirl a piece of my straightened brown hair around my finger. "You don't look too bad yourself Evans." I tell him and not so subtly check him out. He is wearing a white shirt that says Vans in black letters on it that perfectly outlines the muscles under his shirt with a blue plaid flannel on over that. He wore that with black jeans and vans sneakers as well.

When my eyes look back up to his, his eyes are darker, but his grey twinkle never leaves his eyes.

"I would kiss you, but I am afraid Asher will barf on my new seats."

"JUST KISS ALREADY!" Asher and Zoe yell from the backseat. The two look at each other, wide eyed, and then they look away from each other. They are sitting next to each other so it's even more awkward.

I look back to Issac with a mischief running in my eyes. "We got permission from the house, plus Armani and Cartier got the hint long time ago." I tell him and look at the other couple in the car who are playing saliva salsa with each other.

Issac shifts himself and leans closer to me. I wound my hand around his neck, absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He looks into my hazel eyes as he brushes his lips against mine, teasing me which is probably making me visibly angry.

"Asshole." I mutter against his soft lips.

"That you love." He adds before bringing our lips together after the wait that felt like forever. Our lips move in sync like usual, its almost like they have been doing it for forever that it's second nature.

I guess that's what happens when you love someone.

Issac's hand slides to my thigh and I jump at the contact making him smirk against my lips.

"Oh god, kill me." Zoe mutters.

I pull away from Issac, but he peppers kisses all over my face earning giggles from me. He turns back and puts the car into ignition. He holds his hand out for me to hold and I intertwine our fingers together and look at my small hand in his big one. He leans down and kisses it before putting in the destination where we are going and putting the car to drive on its own.