What's this, another update? haha Enjoy my babies.

"Wait a minute!" Carmen shrieks. "Isaac? As in thee Isaac Matteo asked you out on a date, and you turned him down? What the hell is wrong with you, Hail bear!! You don't turn down a man like that! Gosh," she drags out, "I wish I was standing right there so I can slap some sense into you!" Carmen chuckles into the phone.

She had called me the second she got home from school, and we've been on the phone for over half and hour now. I originally texted her to call me later that day to tell her about Patrick, and of course I obviously told her what happen with Isaac.

"I don't know, I just panicked! I mean why would the cutest guy in school be interested in a girl like me? It just all smeems a little sketchy, don't you think?"

"Why wouldn't he be?" Carmen snorts. "You're over thinking this, Hail, stop. You're beautiful, kind, funny and you have an amazing butt! Guys love butts."

I start to laugh softly, "Carmen.."

"I'm sorry, but it's true!! You were naturally blessed with a bosom, embrace it mami! Any guy would be lucky to have you, Hail bear!" I giggle softly.

Carmen was obsessed with my butt, when I in other hands was a little more insecure about it. For any other normal teenage girl they would gladly be proud to have some type of ass, maybe even flaunt it around like Carmen says I should do. But I hated it, I hated being stared at, it made me uncomfortable. I wasn't necessarily as curvy as all the other girls in school, I had my fair share of body fat, but then again Carmen always said that it lands in all the right places, meaning my butt.

"I'm proud of you though!" Carmen speaks softly into the phone.

"How so?"

"You came out of your shell for once, Hail. You actually gave that guy your number! Well... tried." She giggles. "Do you think that Isaac kept it?"

"I don't know. I didn't even see what he did with it." I mutter quietly as I fidget around with the cap of my shoelace. I was currently laying on my back on one of the couches in the living room, my leg over my knee. I had my earphones plugged in so I didn't have to hold my phone to my ear.

"What if he ends up texting you or calling you?" She says excitedly.

"I don't know," I start to say shyly.

"Ugh, we need to get you out of that damn shy shell, Hailey Summers!" She playfully shouts into the phone.

"I'm trying, Car." I utter gently.

"I know you are, but I need more woman!!" She giggles. "Find him tomorrow! Tell him that you had plans, but that they got canceled so you can make it to dinner after all."

"You want me to do what?!" I choke out and Carmen immediately starts to laugh.

"You right, that's to forward.. Hmmm, if he's still interested like I think he is, I know for a fact that he'll go back and look for you again, and this time do not reject him! Do you understand me?"

"What makes you so sure that he'll go back?"

"He's a guy, Hailey. They're persistent. They can never just take no for an answer, he'll try again.. Promise me that you won't say no this time!" I stay quiet on my side of the line, staring up at the ceiling. "Hailey!"

"Okay!" I shout back. "I won't say no."

"Good! But hey I gotta go, my mom should be home any minute now and I still haven't cleaned.. I'll text you when I'm done, okay?"

"Okay bye, Car."

~~~

I was truly and utterly devastated when Isaac didn't come back into the library during lunch today. Carmen was wrong for once in her life. I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. What the hell was wrong with me, I should've known better than to think a guy like Isaac would be interested in me. Just last week I was talking about how I didn't even want to be friends with a guy like Isaac, and now here I was sitting in English class crushing on the damn Greek God himself.

I was starting to give myself a headache the more and more I thought about Isaac not showing up today. I had really hoped that he would, deep down inside of me I really wanted him too. Mr. Lynch was going on about something in front of the class, but I couldn't bring myself to concentrate on what he was saying, I just wanted this day to be over already. I glanced over at the clock on the side of the classroom. Fifteen more minutes and school would be out, thank God.

I pull my head out of the clouds and take some notes down for the renaming of the period. I've some how managed to waste the whole period away by doing nothing but sit here. I'm staring down at my notebook when someone to my left lightly calls out to me.

"Psst."

I look up from my notes to find the queen Bee of this school looking over at me, smiling.

Angela Desoto.

She was the prettiest and most popular girl in school. Every guy and I do mean every guy wanted to be with the mighty goddess herself, but there was one thing that stopped them all, or should I say a certain someone.

That's right my friends, the mighty queen just so happen to be close friends with the mighty king himself, Isaac. There had been a few rumors flying around at the beginning of sophomore year that Isaac and Angela were an item, but that quickly flew out the window when Angela started dating Mario Bianchi, senior at the time.

The two only dated for about four months I believe, when she caught him cheating with a girl from a different school. Who could possibly want to cheat on a beautiful angel like her? Needless to say things did not end well for Mario. I remember that day like as if it were just yesterday. The whole entire school was on lock down because of Isaac. I personally wasn't around to see what had actually happened, but the rumors say that Isaac wasn't to happy about seeing his best friend hurt and heart broken.

They say that Isaac personality went into Mario's class and dragged him out by his hair in front of everyone, and started beating the living shit out of him outside. When a couple teachers tried to pry Isaac off of Mario he pulled out a gun, aiming it at anyone that got near the two boys. Apparently Isaac was in such a heated rage that his own friends couldn't even get him to calm down. His dad had to come down to the school personally to end the chaos.

I remember the sirens going off while I was in my biology class, the personal announcements through the speaker came shortly afterwards. We were put in immediate lockdown because someone had a deadly weapon on campus, little did we know that it was Isaac at the time. Things were crazy hectic that day, my dad being in the police force was blowing up my phone asking me where I was and if I was okay every ten minutes. The lockdown lasted for about almost an hour an a half when they finally removed it.

A couple hours after the locked down was when the crazy rumors finally broke out, and I just couldn't believe it. But then Isaac never came back for the remaining of his sophomore year, and then returned out of the blue at the beginning of junior year. After the whole incident that happened with Mario I think that the entire male population in school was afraid to go near the goddess herself.

Angela normally sat a few seats away from me at the back of the class, but for some reason today she chose the seat next to mine. Thomas Bentley usually sits to my left, but when she came strolling into class today in her killer heels she made the poor kid get up and move to a different seat. I found it rather strange, but I obviously didn't question it.

"Hailey, right?" She says softly and I nod. She extends her hand out in between us for me to shake, "I'm Angela," she smiles.

I take her hand in mine, shaking it. "I know who you are," I smile cheerfully, "Everyone knows who you are."

She laughs softly, letting go of my hand, "right.. I'm KP's friend." She continues.

I arch an eyebrow, "KP?"

"Sorry, its a habit," she smiles. "Isaac's.."

That's right! The guys in the library yesterday were calling him KP.

"Why do you guys call him KP, if you don't mind me asking."

"It's just something we call him," she continues to smile.

"Does it have a meaning to it though?" I keep pushing. "Like is it short for something?"

Angela's smile slowly starts to disappear from her face, and she tilts her head to the side. "Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?" She completely changes the subject.

Why won't anyone tell me what KP stands for!

I hesitantly shake my head no, "can I borrow that?" She points her pen towards my note book.

"Sure," I grab my book and pass it to her.

She grabs it and immediately starts to scribble something down into it, "Isaac's Birthday is this weekend and I'm throwing him a little surprise party Friday night," she says, her gaze still down on the notebook in front of her. She looks up handing me my book back, and I noticed that she's written her number and address down. "You should come." She smiles. "I'm sure KP would like that."

"Oh.." I start to shake my head lightly, "I don't know, Angela."

"It'll be fun, Hailey! Come on.. what," she scoffs, "you've never been to a party before?" Actually no, I haven't. I don't say anything, looking off into the class. "Oh. My. God!! Now you have to come!!! Please, Hailey!! You can bring some friends if that'll make you feel more comfortable!"

Friends, right... The school bell rings and everyone starts packing up their things, including Angela and myself. "Yeah, okay, I'll think about it."

Angela stands up from the school desk, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I really hope to see you there, Hailey. Isaac's..." she pauses for a second, "taking a real liking to you. Have you talked to him?"

"No," I tell her as I get up from my own desk. "Well, we talked for a bit yesterday" I confess walking along with Angela, exiting the class room. "I was hoping to run into him today, but I don't know, that really didn't work out, I guess."

She turns to look at me, her eyebrows furrowed together. "Isaac didn't come to school today, Hailey." He didn't? That would probably explain why he never came back to the library today.

"Ang!" I hear a deep voice call Angela's name and look ahead of us. Isaac's friend, Dion, the guy from the library is standing at the exit of the school, waving Angela over.

"I have to run. Please consider coming, Hailey.. It can be your little birthday gift to Isaac." She winks and walks away smiling.

"Birthday gift?" I mumble softly to myself. I shake my head and make my way toward the buses before I miss'em again and I'm left walking home.

I get home and change out of my school clothes into something a little more comfortable and relax the rest of the day. I manage to get some homework done before its dinner time. I was trying to stay distracted so I wouldn't think so much about what Angela had said about Isaac, but I couldn't help it. I caught myself thinking about him every now and then. Gosh, what the hells wrong with me. When did I become so boy crazy all of a sudden..

"Isaac's taking a real liking to you," Angela's words wondered around in my head, as I lay in bed. I begin to grin for no reason, Isaac likes me? TAKING A LIKING TO YOU! My subconscious screams. Liking someone and taking a liking to someone have two totally different meanings!

I sigh rolling over onto my stomach with my face in my pillows. "Who would I even go with," I mumble into them. Carmen normally got invited to parties when she lived here, but I was always to nervous to go to any of them. I texted her telling her that I got invited to one and she nearly went crazy. She called me and we talked on the phone for over two hours. She was devastated. This was her dads weekend, meaning she would be back in town but sadly her and her dad would be going out of town for a family event, meaning she couldn't go with me.

I'd never been to a party before in my life, I mean I had but they were kids birthday parties or my dad and Caleb were around, I'd just never gone out on my own. For some reason I really wanted to go, I wanted to get that experience, I wanted to see him, I just didn't want to go alone. I sigh rolling back over, staring up at my ceiling fan. It was times like these that I wish I wasn't so shy and had more friends.

What about Madison? I thought to myself. She's basically becoming like a friend. We've been talking a lot lately, plus she's even been trying to get me to hang out with her. She's a pretty out going person, I wonder if she's going? I could always try asking if she wanted to go together or something. I mean it doesn't hurt to try, right?

I would ask her first thing in second period tomorrow, I had her for foods. Then I quickly remembered that Madison gave me her number last week. I could just text and ask her. I sat up on my bed, grabbing my bag off of the bed leg where it was hanging and dug into my bag searching around for the little yellow sticky note. I dug around for about half a minute but for some reason I can't seem to find it anywhere. I open my bag up even wider, pulling out each item that I have in here one by one, until the bags completely empty.

Nothing... where the hell could it be? I flip through all four of my notebooks just incase the little paper got wedged in between the pages, but nothing still. I stare blankly at all of the stuff that I have emptied out onto my bed, wondering what the hell I did with the number when a little light bulb goes off.

"MY JEANS!" I cry out loud.

I quickly scurry off of my bed and into my closet and begin to scrimmage through my hamper, thank God I hadn't washed my laundry yet. I go through about three pairs of jeans not really remembering which pair I wore on that Friday, when I finally find the sticky note.

I let out a girlish squeal in excitement and bring the folded little paper up to my lips, kissing it about a million times. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank yooouuu!!!"

"Hail? What are you doing.."

I turn around so quick, startled by the sound of my dads deep voice, that I manage to drop the sticky onto the floor.

"Dad! Hey! You scared me, you're home early tonight." I bend over and pick the folded little paper back up.

My dad starts to chuckle deeply, raising his hands up in mid air, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to. I just got in."

"It's fine, how was work?"

"Work was work," he answers shortly. "What's that that you got in your hands?" He inclines his head forward.

I look down at the yellow sticky, crap. "Oh, this? It's- a friends number."

My dad folds his macular arms across his chest, arching an eyebrow. "Friend hmm?" I nod. "This wouldn't happen to be a guy friend, would it now?"

I wish. "Oh my God, dad! No! Her names Madison."

My dads scoffs, "I'm just saying, kiddo. You were a little too excited to find her number." I didn't miss the extra emphasis my dad put in 'her'.

"Dad, really, she's a girl. I have her for world history and we got paired up to do a project together, I thought I had lost her number."

Wait, what? Did I just lie to my own father for no damn reason? Who am I? What the hells wrong with me, why would I lie about that? He's a detective for crying out loud! Of course he's gonna see right through that and know that I'm lying! He deals with criminals and liars everyday.

My dad stares at me for a second before answering, "okay, kiddo. Breathe, I believe you.. Have you had dinner yet?"

Phew. "Yeah," I reply. "I ordered some pizza. Pineapple sausage, it's on the kitchen counter by the microwave."

He nods, "have you talk to your brother today?"

"Nooopee."

"Hmm, i called him a couple hours ago to see how he was feeling, but of course it went straight to his voicemail."

Like I said before, my brother Caleb is away at school, California to be exact. About a couple weeks ago we got a call saying that Caleb was in the hospital due to alcohol poisoning. My father and I of course flew out to California on the next plane available, but by the time we did arrived to the hospital my brother was already awake and stabilized, and he had one of the meanest hang overs of his life, but that didn't stop my dad from unloading on him.

My dad was pretty resentless that day and I could understand why, but even some of the things that he told Caleb hurt me. He was gonna drag him back home with us, he was gonna make him finish school over here, he had lost all my dads trust, but Caleb cried and begged my dad to let him finish the year. Caleb promised him that he wouldn't drink anymore, that he wouldn't even come within twenty feet of a party. He promised my dad that he would call in and check in every other night to let my dad know that he was okay. It took about a day and a half of Caleb begging and apologizing, and my dad continuing to yell, when he finally caved in and agreed to let him stay.

"Maybe he just resting up dad?"

"Maybe," he says in a low, husky voice. "Anyways, I have a ton of paperwork that I have to catch up on so I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Okay, I'm probably just going to shower and head off to bed."

"Goodnight, sweetheart." My dad calls out as he begins to walk away.

"Night dad!"

I walk over to my nightstand and place my phone on the charger with the sticky note next to it. I head over to my dresser, grab some clothes and take a shower really quick. By the time I'm done and in bed it's a little passed 11p.m

I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, but fail miserably. All I was doing was tossing and turning, I could not get comfortable for the life of me, there was just so much running through my mind.

I grab my phone iPhone off of the charger, thinking to myself that I'll scroll through some social media for a few minutes, hopefully get tired and pass out, when I see the little yellow note facing down. I pick up the sticky and just stare at it.

It's late, Hailey, just wait until tomorrow morning.

But apparently my fingers have a mind of their own, because I found myself in my messages inputting Madison's number in and typing a message out.

"Hey Madison, its Hailey! Are you still awake?"

I wait in the convo for about a minute when I nearly start regretting that I even texted her. It really is late, I should've waited until tomorrow. I'm about to close my app when the little blue typing bubble appears and a message comes in a second later.

"Hey girl! Yeah I'm awake it's only like 11 lol what's up?"

I sigh in relief and text her back, "only 11? What time do you normally go to bed woman!"

"That's confidential..."

I was barely replying back to her message, saying 'oh, I'm sorry,' when another one of her messages comes in.

"Lol jk! Like around 1 sometimes 2"

Geez, Hail, relax. It was only a joke. Oh look, my subconscious is back. I text Madison back.

"Holy momma.."
"How?"
"Why?"

I'm working on my fourth message when I see the typing bubble pop up again. "I'm lucky if I'm up passed 12!"

Her message has a little laughing emoji at the beginning of it, and a little