27. he's a scholar or whateva

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Okay, I would like to point out how fucking insane it is that some of my favorite authors are reading Oakland. Like PARISTEEN and PHARAOHICS?? Bitch whattttt. Crazy.

Someone asked what sign Amour is since Isaiah and Reese are Sags! He's a Leo and his birthday is July 24th. Drake is a Virgo and his birthday is August 26th. If y'all are into astrology you can look up their compatibility and shit. 

Oh and thank y'all so much for 18,000 reads! I honestly thought I would get 20 at the most. (I know I say thank you a lot but I can't help it I'm excited lol)

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March

This school year has gone by faster than I expected.

After the drama that happened at Reese and I's birthday party, everything started to chill out for the next couple of months. Besides basketball, nothing too exciting has been going on. After our loss last year, coach had us work harder than ever to make sure we took home the trophy this year. Our nonstop practice won us the title of "State Champions" this year with the final score of 120-110. Drake and I scored the most points out of everyone and even though I think Drake deserved it, I got voted MVP.

I was on cloud nine for like a week. The feeling of everyone cheering for you while you're holding onto the golden trophy as confetti covers the stadium was pure bliss. Drake and I talked about it for a month. I mean shit, we still talk about it. Amour and Reese try to act like they don't think it's a big deal but deep down they're just as excited as us. I saw them in the stands jumping around like crazy when the buzzer went off.

We're each other's number one supporters. Whenever Amour is performing at the lounge the three of us are always front row, Amour and I are always screaming our heads off at Reese and Drake's track meets, and whenever I need a person to shoot they're always there. Ever since Amour and Drake got me that new camera I've been taking pictures of almost everything.

We're always together, especially me and Amour. Ever since I came out to my school things have been...easier. Now it's routine to walk Amour to class every day and hold his hand in the hallways. We save the PDA for private though, I've never been the one for almost fucking in public. Reese and Drake are the complete opposite.

"Yo Zay," Drake says almost on cue, knocking me out of my thoughts. "Bro, did you see the last question on the math section? I couldn't figure that shit out to save my life."

Oh yeah. Finals. Our school decided to make us suffer from a week of finals. Today was the last day before spring break so once we're finished we're allowed to leave. I wasted no time finishing my last test and texting the answers to Reese and Amour so we could bounce. Drake is smarter than he looks so he can hold his own, but Reese doesn't put effort into school and Amour is just terrible at math.

"All you had to do was solve for X," I shrug, popping a fry into my mouth.

Currently, we're out at a burger place called Leafy's since our wack-ass school doesn't provide food on test days. Leafy's is our hangout spot since Reese's brother works here and gives us free food when the manager isn't looking. We come here almost every week to chill and stuff our faces with endless fries.

"Solving for X is hard when there's like fifty parentheses and five extra letters and exponents," Drake grumbles. "I ain't a math genius like you."

"I'm not a math genius," I defend.

"Yeah, you are," Reese pipes from beside Drake. "You're one of the two people with an 'A' in that class."

I furrow my brows. "Okay, but you're actin' like Drake doesn't have an 'A' in math too." 

"That's 'cause I'm taking financial algebra dumbass. That's the easiest math class ever," Drake argues. "Damn bro, remind me to never give you a compliment."

"Nigga, that was a backhanded ass compliment. Ooohh, Isaiah's a math genius, ooohh." I mock, shaking my hands in the air.

Reese chuckles to herself causing Drake to send her a glare.

"I don't sound like that," he says looking offended.

"Yeah, you do," I say in the same voice, finding it amusing at how easy it is to get Drake riled up.

He squints at me and crosses his arms over his chest. "No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do."

"No, I–"

"Oh my god," Amour cuts him off as he walks towards our booth with a tray of drinks. "I leave for two seconds and here y'all are bickering like your married. I could hear you guys from the register." 

He puts a strawberry milkshake in front of Reese, a lemonade in front of Drake, and an Oreo milkshake with two straws between us before he takes a seat next to me. I subconsciously put my arm around him as he takes a sip from our drink before speaking. 

"What's the fuss about?" he asks.

"Isaiah doesn't know how to take compliments," Drake states. 

"Drake doesn't know how to give compliments," I shoot back.

He gives me another look, this time it's more playful than annoyed. "Yeah, I do," he says, trying to keep a straight face. 

"No, you don't," I respond, causing for Reese and Amour to groan and roll their eyes. 

"Yeah," he pauses. "I do."

"No, you don–"

"Alright!" Reese shouts. "Quit playin'! Y'all are giving me a headache." 

Drake and I burst into laughter, dying at our own joke while Amour and Reese give us disapproving looks. Anytime I'm with Drake the dumbest things end up being hilarious for some reason. 

"What are we doing after this?" Amour asks Reese, ignoring our cackling. 

"Can we just chill at someone's house? Standardized test ware me out." Reese offers before directing her attention to Drake and me. "Hey, comedians, whose house are we going to?" 

Drake quickly straightens up and stops laughing. "Not my crib. Bobby's over there almost every day talkin' with Hugo," he says. 

"He's still working for him?" Amour questions. "It's been like, three months."

"My brother still owes him four thousand dollars, he ain't gonna get that much money so easily. We'll be in our first year of college by the time he's done dealing with the Maddogs," Drake says with a soft voice. "He's doin' whatever it takes so we don't gotta worry about it no more. We're good." 

"You're still protecting yourself, right?" Reese asks as she holds onto his arm.

Drake smiles. "Baby I'm good. My piece is in my car if any trouble comes up."

"Isaiah?" she looks to me. 

"I gave it back to King. There's no reason for it to stay in my drawer if I don't need it." I shrug. 

"We got two months left of this bullshit before we graduate and get outta here. No more gangs or drugs or," Drake looks at Amour and I. "Homophobes. No more of that hiding shit. In college, we're gonna make a name for ourselves."

The three of us nodded in agreement. Drake's determination to get a better life outside of the hood is what inspires me to work harder. If I get into UCLA then everything goes uphill from there. I could actually end up earning money from playing basketball and moving my family into a better neighborhood. I could help momma open up the bakery that she's always wanted and put Sarai into a better school. 

"Since we're on the topic of college and stuff, I've been meaning to tell you guys something," Amour speaks up with a smile on his face. 

"Oh my god!" Reese gasps. "You got your letter!"

"I didn't even say anything yet!" Amour laughs, pulling the folded piece of paper from his sweatshirt pocket. 

Reese quickly snatches it up with a squeal and starts reading. "Dear Amour, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to the California College of Music!" Reese reads loudly. 

"Congrats little bro!" Drake cheers. "That's huge!" 

"Amour do you know how fucking famous you're gonna be?" Reese squeals. "Dude, I could be your manager or something!"

Amour smiles. "It's just college Reese, I don't think I'll get a record deal by just going." he chuckles.

"It's the first step though," I say as I pull him into a tight hug. "I am so proud of you my love. You deserve this." 

Amour locks his pretty brown eyes with mine and places a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you," he whispers. 

"I love you too." I smile. 

"I don't wanna interrupt all this cuteness but I need to know more," Reese says, resting her head on her hands. "Where is this place anyway? LA? Hollywood?" 

"It's in Pasadena, so it's like a five-hour drive to get there," Amour explains. "I'm still trying to figure out if I want to go for voice or guitar but either way I'm getting a associates degree."

"Do they have dorms there?" Drake asks. 

"Yeah, but I'm thinking of getting an apartment nearby so I can have room for all my studio stuff," he says. "I just need to find a roommate first."

"Dude," Drake turns to look at me. "If we both get accepted into UCLA we should get an apartment!"

I raise a brow. "Do you have apartment money?" 

He thinks for a moment. "No, but dorms are tiny and there's no way I'm sharing a space with some nigga I don't know." Drake declares. 

"Maybe we can talk to somebody so we can be roommates," I suggest. 

"Who do we know in LA? We haven't even got in yet I–"

The sound of my ringtone stops Drake from finishing his sentence. I grab my phone from my pocket and turn it on to find the caller ID reading "Momma" before swiping to answer her call.

"Wassup momma?" I answer.

"You need to come home right now!" she orders, sounding angry. 

I furrow my brows. "Why? What's goin' on?"

"Quit askin' questions and hurry up!" she sneers.

"Alright, damn," I mutter. "Can I bring the crew?"

Her tone quickly changes. "Oh! Is Drake there?" momma asks nicely.

"Yeah..." I trail off.

"Even better!" she chirps. "Hurry up, we're waiting." 

With that, my mother hangs up, leaving me extremely confused. 

"I guess we're going to my house," I say. 

***

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The four of us stepped out of my truck and into the driveway of my house. Amour made sure to walk beside Reese when we walked inside since we always seem to stand "too close" to each other. Sarai came running down the stairs and greeted everyone with a hug, my parents followed right after with cold expressions. 

"You're in trouble." Sarai whispers. 

"Why?" I ask.

Sarai shrugs and goes to sit on the couch. My friends stand awkwardly behind me as my parents give me stern looks. I haven't been in a fight since December, I'm not failing any classes, and I don't think my room is dirty. Plus I've told them hundreds of times not to go in my room when I'm not home. 

"Isaiah, today we found out some very shocking news about you." Momma starts. 

 Oh fuck.

Someone probably told them about Amour. Fuck. They're gonna disown me. I'm dead. I'm gonna end up living on the streets and begging for food. 

"We called your coach to make sure we were hearing things right," Pop says, his eyes cold. "He told us everything."

Man, fuck that fake ass, old ass, backstabbing ass–

"We're so proud of you baby!" My mother's tone quickly changes as she pulls me into a hug. 

What?

"You got in!" Pop shouts with excitement.

My eyes go wide as everyone around me starts to scream and cheer. My brain is having a hard time processing what the hell just happened. So...I'm not disowned...good...and...I got in? Wait. I got in. Oh shit. I got in!

"Are you for real right now?" I ask, unable to hide my giant smile. 

"We got your letter in the mail," my mother beams before letting me go. "I was tryin' so hard not to open it but I couldn't help but be nosy."

Pop comes over and pats me on the shoulder, he's wearing his own bright smile. "They're grantin' you an athletic scholarship for basketball," Pop says. "The coach down there loves you kid, you're going places." 

"Holy shit," I mutter, earning a look from momma. "This is crazy." 

"Your coach is real happy now that he has two of his players goin' up to LA," Momma adds.

"Two?" I raise a brow.

She turns to look at Drake, who just started to realize what she meant. "Drake," she smiles. "Congratulations." 

He throws a fist in the air and runs over to pull me in a hug. "Bro! We're gonna be roommates!" he cheers. 

"Man, fuck roommates. We're gonna be playing together!" I chirp. 

"Isaiah!" Momma yells as she slaps the back of my head. "Watch it."

"Ow!" I cry out as I go to rub my neck. "Dang, first y'all almost give me a heart attack and now I'm over here gettin' slapped around."

"We're you scared?" she chuckles. "Your father wanted to be boring and straight-up tell you but I wanted to have a lil' fun."

"Yeah..." I trail off, directing my gaze to Amour. "Hey, can I talk to y'all about somethin' tomorrow?"

Momma follows my eyes and also looks to Amour. She gives my hand a little squeeze before speaking. "Sure baby, anything you want," she gives me a soft smile. "Kerry come on, we gotta drop Sarai off at spelling bee."

"Why I gotta go?" 

Her forehead creased. "Cause I said so. Let's go." 

Pop huffs and grabs his keys from the kitchen before telling Sarai it was time to go. She waved us all goodbye before walking out the door with a large dictionary in hand. 

"Don't cause too much trouble," Momma says, looking at Reese. "We'll be back in a couple hours." 

***

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I don't know how Reese convinced us that smoking in my backyard was a good idea, but she did. Currently, the four of us laid face up on the ground staring at the clouds. We were in a small circle passing Reese's blunt around and talking about whatever comes to our mind.

"Do you think the universe has a way of keeping all of us together?" Drake mumbles.

"We're the fantastic four, of course it has to keep us together," Reese answers. "We can't be the fantastic three or the fantastic two."

"We need a new name. We aren't superheroes." Amour blurts.

"Yes, we are! I'm the bitch that can turn invisible, Drake's lava boy, Isaiah's the stretchy dude, and you're the rock guy." Reese explains. 

"Oh fuck no, I am not the rock guy," Amour burst. "If anything that's Drake."

"Nah, bro. Did you not see the video of you beating Issac's ass? You're definitely the rock guy." Drake argues. 

Amour sits up to look at Drake. "Bitch, you can't compete with Chris Evans. You know many times he's shirtless in that movie?  I'm more built than you." 

"No, you're not!" Drake sits up. 

Reese starts giggling to herself. "Why you built like that?" she whispers, making herself laugh even harder. 

"Take your shirt off." Amour orders. 

"Isaiah," Drake calls. "Your boyfriend is trying to get me shirtless!" 

"Everyone doesn't want your skinny ass." Amour sasses, I can't see his face, but I can tell he's rolling his eyes.

"Amour's ass is better than yours," Reese tells Drake, causing him to scoff. "Chris Evans has a nice ass too. Sorry babe but you can't win in that category."

"Fine, but I can still beat you in an arm-wrestling competition."

Amour sizes him up. "Wanna bet?" he challenges. 

"Let's go." 


"I think I'm gonna come out to my parents," I say out of the blue.

A wave of silence comes over us as I sit up. I turn around to find the three of them staring at me with wide eyes. 

"Come again?" Amour speaks up.

"I'm tired of hiding," I move to hold onto his hand. "I'm tired of not being able to touch you when they're around."

"Are you sure about this or are you just really high?" Reese questions.

I take a moment to think. "Both, but I'm being serious."

"I don't know bro," Drake says, his tone becoming more serious. "You only have a couple of months left with them anyway. Why risk messing it up?"

"Today scared the shit out of me. I don't want someone who might've seen Amour and me out somewhere to tell them before I have the chance," I sigh. "If I'm the one to talk to them then maybe I can help them understand."

"I'm behind you one hundred percent," Reese smiles. "You're their son. Being bisexual shouldn't make them love you any less."

Drake runs his hand through his curls. "Just...be careful. If anything comes up call me." 

I nod and look to Amour. He sighs before taking my other hand. "If it doesn't go well, remember that you're worth something, okay? Don't let your father or anyone tell you otherwise," he gives me a sad smile. "Remember that they're your parents and they'll come around if things get rocky."

"Okay," I reassure myself. "Tomorrow night."

"Good luck."


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How do y'all feel about time skips in books? I hope this one didn't mess up your reading experience but I really didn't want to bore y'all with another basketball game or just filler stuff. 

How do y'all feel about Drake?

Can you believe Amour and Isaiah have been together for five months? Ever since the fall dance <3

I wonder what their ship name would be. Imour? Asaiah? Idk they're lowkey ugly.

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