A/N: Now that I introduced y'all to Amour you'll be seeing more of his point of view. But trust that a majority of the story will be from Isaiah's POV.

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"It's me and you and we makin' arrangements. It's you and me and we makin' arrangements."

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"Amour slow down!" 

I started walking faster.

JJ let out a loud huff before sprinting my way. Damn football players. He grabbed ahold of my backpack and dragged me into the janitors closet, locking the door.

I cocked my head to the side. "Jeremiah," I hissed, using his full name. "Why are we in a closet?"

"Because you've been ignoring me for almost a week!" he exclaimed.

I let out a small chuckle. He was right. "Yes, and?" I asked raising a brow.

"Bro, I already told you I was sorry. I've been calling and texting your petty ass but you won't answer." 

Correct again.

"I can't possibly relate to anything you just said." 

I rolled my eyes when JJ let out a loud groan, probably making the people passing by start thinking the worst. He started touching my face. Like everywhere. If I wake up to a field of pimples tomorrow I swear I'm going to fight him.

"You're all here see? You're fine! Nothing happened, now give me a hug and forgive me already!" he whined.

"That's kinda gay," I told him, making him let out yet another annoyed groan.

I had a knowing smile on my face. Man, I loved messing with people. 

"With all that moaning your football team is gonna get the wrong idea when we walk out of here together," I said.

He leaned on the door. "We aren't leaving until you forgive me."

I sucked my teeth. "Doesn't this count as kidnapping?"

"Fuck off Amour! Can you be serious for once?" 

"That's funny coming from you." I joked once again. 

His brown eyes shot daggers at me. "You know what? Fine." Jeremiah unlocked the door and walked out, slamming it behind him. 

I'll talk to him later. After Isaiah told me how he punched a guy with a gun just to save his best friends I started thinking about the things JJ has done for me. 

Nothing. Nada. El cero.

The past four years have been me helping JJ with his grades, football, and even getting girls. I got him a signed football jersey for his last birthday and all he got me was a can of expired tamales. A can. I didn't even know you could can tamales. The fuck? 

It wasn't like JJ was my only friend, but he was my only close friend. Most of the other people I talked to were just school friends that I didn't talk to when the week was over. Spending a day without him was hard, the first day was awkward without a lot of people to talk to but then I realized I'm a bad bitch who could survive a week without him. 

Suddenly Isaiah came into the picture and I've been depending on him for socializing since I was ignoring JJ. Maybe I'm a bad freind for avoiding him but he left me stranded in the street when someone was shooting up a party. If that doesn't scream asshole then I don't know what does. 

"Cool story kid, but I just need my mop." 

I snapped my head towards the door, finding the janitor standing there with heavy eyelids. "Shit did I say all that out loud?" I asked.

"Yeah, school's over." He said dryly. 

Dammit. I was supposed to meet Isaiah in the library. 

I rushed out the janitors closet, giving the janitor an awkward smile before closing the door softly. 

"That JJ kid sounds like a real bitch!" he yelled. 

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I rushed inside the library, tripping on a fallen book as ran through the door. My head bouncing on the floor as if it was a basketball. Ouch.

I instantly let out a loud groan, reaching to cradle my throbbing head. The librarian gave me a disapproving look through her thick glasses, she put her finger to her mouth and shushed me as she snatched the book from under my feet. 

Bitch.

I laid there, accepting my defeat. I almost believed I had died and went to heaven when the light of the library was blocked by a tall figure standing above me.  

"That was the funniest shit I've seen in a while," Isaiah said laughing. His voice deep and smooth. Like dark chocolate. Was that racist?

"Unless you wanna tutor me from the floor, put those athletics to use and help me up." I sassed.

Isaiah laughed again, extending his arm. I grabbed a hold of his hand and let him do most of the work, there was a heartbeat in my head for god's sake. I followed him through the empty library and sat down at the wooden table, Isaiah prepared a calculus book, two worksheets, and a bag of Cheeto Puffs. 

"Ight, so I never tutored no one before but I guess I can help you with shit you don't understand," he said, opening the book. " So is it finding properties of derivatives or integrals of functions?"

"Bless you," I said.

Isaiah furrowed his brows. "I didn't sneeze."

"Sure you didn't."

He chuckled. "Let's start easy and try limits." 

What the fuck is a limit? Speed limit? No limit? Man, I could really listen to some G-Eazy right now. 

Focus Amour.

I sighed. "I mean I guess."

Isaiah went through his notes from last year, explaining the different ways I could find limits from graphs and tables. He wrote down four different problems and asked me to solve them. I was amazed at the fact he got those all from his head. I could write down the lyrics to any song on the radio but ask me a math problem and I suddenly can't remember my own name. I got three out of the four right which, in my book, meant I could take a celebratory break.

"It's been twenty minutes Amour, we still have to discuss continuity and–"

I grabbed a Cheeto and popped it into his mouth, stopping him from making my brain hurt more than it already did. "Don't say another word. I deserve this." I told him, earning me an eye roll followed by a 'fine'. 

"So Isaiah," I started. "Word on the street is you're a beast when it comes to balls." I wiggled my eyebrows.

He looked at me disgusted. Okay, definitely not gay. "Amour what the fuck?" he swore.

"I was talking about basketballs, get cha' mind outta the gutter." I threw a Cheeto at him. 

Isaiah was pretty popular at our little school, he's been co-captain of the basketball team since freshman year. School sports aren't really my thing but words spread quickly around school, Isaiah's one of the best players on the team and even hit the winning point at state championships sophomore year. 

The girls JJ and I used to sit with talked about him non-stop, I can see why though. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

"Oh," Isaiah sighed, still looking nervous. "Yeah, I guess. I've been playing since I was seven." 

I leaned in, interested to find out more about the attractive man sitting next to me. "My attention span is too short for me to play a sport for that long. How do you do it?"

"My Pop's been wanting me to play college basketball for as long as I can remember, eventually he wants me in the NBA since he couldn't make it that far but I don't know about all that," his brows drew together. "Honestly, I'm more into artsy shit like photography, ball is kinda just a hobby now, but don't tell my dad that."

Huh. I would've never guessed a guy like Isaiah was into the arts. His tall figure and toned arms didn't spark me as the photography type. 

"I mean, I'm no hood Troy Bolton, choosing between basketball and photography like you, but I sing a little." I joked. 

There it was again. That sexy ass laugh. 

Now he was the one who looked interested. "Sing for me," Isaiah commanded. 

"For you? Ha. We aren't that good of friends yet." 

He stuck out his bottom lip. "Please?" 

"No. And don't ever look at me like that again," I said as I crossed my arms and turned around.

Isaiah placed his hand softly on my shoulder and turned me around. Damn, all the good ones are straight. 

"How about we become better friends then," he suggested.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"Come hang with me tomorrow, just us."

Just us? The fuck does that mean? "Okay fine, but–"

"Bestfriendddd!" A female voice yelled from the front of the library. 

A curly haired girl came walking over to us with a goofy smile on her face. She was holding a metal My Little Pony lunch box in her right hand and a *fake* supreme jacket in the other. 

Isaiah brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "I said I would meet you at my house after I was done." he huffed.

As she got closer I realized she was the girl who was basically dead in the backseat of Isaiah's car. There was a slight scar on her forehead from whatever happened last week. 

She shrugged. "I got bored," her long hair hit Isaiah in the face as she looked over to me. "Oh, who is you?"

"Amour," I said, sniffing the newly scented air. 

I knew Isaiah could smell it too because he stood up and turned her around, looking her in the eyes. 

"Reese, are you actually high right now?" he asked.

The girl, Reese, took a second to think before she answered. 

"Yeah, I'm pretty fucked up." 

Isaiah groaned and gave me an apologetic look. He shook his head. "Why?"

She smiled excitedly. "Your cousin actually has that good shit!" Reese bubbled. 

She set the kids lunch box on the table, opening it to reveal tiny bags full of weed and two brownies. All I could do was laugh at the sight of Isaiah's eyes bulging and frantically trying to hide the box from the librarian.

"Are you dumb? You can't bring weed into school Shareese! The Librarian is right there!" he hissed.

Reese had a hard time keeping her red eyes open. "I gave her a brownie when I walked in, she's stoned as hell." 

I like her.

I let out a cackle as Isaiah brought the palm of his hand to his face. Reese just smiled and sat down next to me, getting too close for comfort when she started to inspect my face. 

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like that singer Alex Aiono?" she asked.

I gave her a confused look. "Who?"

"And Isaiah! You remind me of ole boy from Famous In Love!" she stated loudly, pointing an acrylic nail at him. 

He glared at her and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Isaiah went to take her outside but was interrupted by her screaming for no reason. Yikes, remind me to never get high.

"Isaiah!" she yelled.

"What?" he sounded irritated.

"Guess what!" she giggled.

Isaiah pressed his lips into a thin line, I looked over at him, smirking.

"What, Sharesse." 

"Drake's in the big house! He's fucking with the big boys now!" 

"He's in jail?" he yelled, dropping her to the ground. 

Isaiah and his friend started whispering about the dude who threw the party. I guess he ended up getting arrested after the fight. Isaiah calmly walked back over to the table, he pulled out a seat and sat down.

"Anyways, continuity." 

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@keohnakins as Jeremiah (JJ) Johnson

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