A/N; Hi guys, I hope that you're enjoying the story so far! I promise that I won't be posting too many authors notes, but I caught something in my last two chapters that really bugged me, and I just want to point out that I went back to fix it and I'm here to explain to you babies what it was so you guys don't get confused on the dates.

Okay so as you know Hailey just started the school year, right? And she got her license over the summer, right? But tell me why I wasn't paying attention to the dates so when I was rereading my stuff I noticed that I had wrote down April 28th for the day that the school called her father. April is before summer guys.. School's usually start in August, why didn't anyone call me out on this -.- lol so anyways, instead of the story line being in April were gonna fast forward to October, two months after school has already started. I'm so sorry for the confusion my babies, don't hate me lmao but yeah, onto the story now!

-K💕

Wednesday, Oct 26th, lunch time.

Hailey's POV

"Are you sure you don't want to have lunch together?" Madison asks me for what seems to be like the tenth time as we walk out of class together. She's currently walking towards the library with me.

"Madison, I can't, really." I try and explain to her one more time. "I already promised Mr. Brit that I would help this Patrick kid out with some work that he's behind on. Next week for sure though."

For once I actually wasn't lying to her just so I can get out of hanging out with her and her friends, which actually makes me anxious by the way. Mr. Brit, my Algebra2 teacher had asked me if I could help tutor a couple of his students that were already falling behind, and me being the good person that I am I just couldn't say no. Not like I had better things to do, right?

I spent all of Monday's and Tuesday's lunch hour helping out some girl from my class named Rebecca. She was still confused on certain things here and there after our tutor sessions, so I offered to stay after school on Tuesday to help her out some more, and my dad picked me up afterwards when I was done. Thank God that he had forgot about the whole situation with Mr. Batam and never came to the school to talk to him.

As for this Patrick fella, he actually wasn't from my math class so I knew nothing about him. Apparently he had Mr. Brit for his first period, and as for me, I had Mr. B for my fifth, right before lunch.

"Fine, but you owe me lunch, Hailey Summers!" Madison shouts behind her as she starts to walk away.

I smile and make my way into the library, walking through the two door detectors. Mrs. Jones is in her usual spot in front of her computer when I stroll in.

"Hi, Mrs. Jones!" I greet her kindly.

She looks up from her desk top, a small smile on her beautifully aged skin, "Hailey, Hi, sweetie! You doing some more tutoring today?"

"Yes ma'am, how's your day going so far?" I ask cheerfully.

"It's going," she laughs softly.

"Ready to go home already?" I tease.

"God yes!" She exclaims. She removes her reading glasses off of her face, and they hang around her neck as she massages the side of her temples. "Buffalo was up all night sick, so Barry and I barley got any sleep."

"Oh no, what's wrong with the little fella?" I asked. Buffalo was Mrs. Jones two year old chocolate lab, and as for Barry he was her husband, Mr. Jones.. He was the girl's varsity basketball coach.

"I'm not quite sure," she mumbles softly. "Barry took him to the vet this morning. He was up all night crying and whining, and when he was up and moving around he had a limp on his back leg."

"Oh no, poor baby. I hope he's okay!"

"Thank you," she smiles and I let her get back to her work, making my way over to one of the empty tables in the library. I sit on the second table in the fourth row and pull my things out of my bag. I didn't have much time to pack a lunch today nor did I bother buying one, so instead I'm snacking on a bag of gummy lifesavers that I brought from home. They were my favorite! Especially the collision ones.

Five whole minutes had passed and still no Patrick. I decided to pull my earphones out of my bag and plug them into my phone, plopping them inside of my ears. I opened the pandora app and it automatically took me to my EMBRZ station, it was the last station I had it on. I usually fell asleep listening to soft music at night. I figured that this Patrick kid wasn't going to show up and started working on my own work. About five more minutes passed by when a hand in front of me lightly knocked on the table next to my notebook.

I looked up and come face to face with a tall cute guy standing off next to the table, a backpack on his shoulder. He had beautifully tanned skin like most of the students here and the cutest dimples on his face. His hair was short and wavy, it wasn't as dark as the rest of his kind, his hair was more of a light chestnut color, and he had these reading glasses on his face that made him adorably cute. His lips started moving but no sound was coming out of them, when I realized that I still had my earphones in.

"Huh?" I pulled them out, pausing my music.

He smiles and hello! There were his dimples again, "are you, Hailey?" I nodded. "I'm Ric," he jabs a finger to his toned chest.

"Ric?"

He shakes his head, "sorry, uh, i mean Patrick.."

It takes my brain a second or two to register, "ohh!! Patrick! Hi.. I didn't think you were coming."

"Yeah, sorry. I uh, had something to do real quick." He says a little suspiciously. "Am I too late? Can I sit down?" He gestures towards the empty chairs.

"No, please, go ahead."

He smiles pulling the chair out that's directly in front of me. He removes his backpack taking a seat, and pulls out a note book and math book.

"You're in Algebra 2?" I ask him.

He looks up at me and nods his head. "Why?" He asks as he flips through his math book.

Im barely now realizing that he has colored eyes and they're beautiful. They're exactly like my eyes, they were a shade of green, but unlike my forest looking ones his are more of a creamy jade. He really was the whole package. He was tall, in shape, cute, he had dimples and colored eyes.

I thought the cute ones were suppose to be the dumb ones.

I shook my head, "no, nothing." I crack my own book open, also flipping through the pages when I realized that I don't know what page I'm exactly looking for. "You just look like you wouldn't be in algebra 2." I admit softly.

He chuckles softly, "I'ma take that as a compliment," he smiles. "So I don't know if Mr. B told you exactly what I was struggling on."

"He didn't actually, he just said that you needed some help."

Patrick then explains to me what he needs help on and I try and help him understand, slowly breaking everything down for him for the remaining of the lunch period. He's actually pretty smart. There's about ten minutes left of lunch when we start wrapping things up. I ask Patrick one more time if he semi understands anything that I've told him today, if not we could always meet up for lunch tomorrow.

"Nah, I think I'm set." He says. "Thanks."

"No problem," I smile.

"But why don't you give me your number either way," he says, taking me a little by surprised. I stare at him, arching an eyebrow. "I mean, in case I get stuck on a problem and I need help," he stammers. "This way I can call you or something."

"Right, just in case.." i eye him weirdly. I write my number down on the corner of my notebook, and tear off the little piece handing it to him. I don't add little heart's on the top of the I in my name like any other normal girl would, I don't even write my name on the paper actually, just the number.

I'm so telling Carmen about this the second I get home!

The second Patrick takes the little note in his hand, someone rudely snatches it back. At first I think we've been caught by a teacher passing notes around, but then realize that we're in the library, during lunch break.

I look up to my right and my heart drops..

Isaac is standing there with the note in his hand, looking just as dreamy as he did on Saturday. He's in a pair of dark jeans and a black hoodie, black was definitely his color.

I noticed that there's a guy standing right behind him, I recognized his face, he's the guy from the jeep who picked him up on Saturday morning. He was also good looking just like both of the men before me, he was about an inch or two taller than Isaac. He was also in good shape as well, but his body type was more different than Isaac and Patrick's, his was more beefy, a little more built.

"KP.." Patrick mumbles under his breath, quickly standing up from his chair, removing his glasses off of his face.

KP?

"Where the hell have you been, Ric?" Isaac barks.

"I- I told Dee that I had that thing for Mr. B today." He says while shoving his stuff back into his backpack.

"Funny, this doesn't look like Mr. B's class," Isaac says a little agitated.

"She wa-"

"Mr. Brit asked me to tutor him." I talk over Patrick, trying to defend him.

Oh God, did I really just say that out loud? Why did I say that out loud!

All three gentlemen turn to look at me and I suddenly want to coward into a little turtle shell. I hated being the center of attention. Then why did you open your mouth for? My subconscious rudely implies. Isaac's murderous gaze is the only one left on me, I want to look away but for some reason I can't.

"Ric." He says deeply, never taking his eyes off of me. His eyes switch over to Patrick and he inclines his head toward the exit.

Patrick quickly nods his head, grabbing his backpack. "I didn't know, KP, I swear." He murmurs walking passed him.

Why does he keep calling him KP?

"Dion, go wait outside with him." The guy behind him nods and walks towards the exit. "So this is where you hide out, summers?" He looks around the library.

"Only on the week days," I mutter softly.

Isaac breaks out into a small deep chuckle, "funny.. may I sit?" He waves to the chair that Patrick was in.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I guess I'll leave," he says flatly. "But I'm really hoping that you'll say yes." I stay quiet looking up into his dark brown smoldering eyes, and slowly nod my head. Isaac takes a seat in front of me and reaches for my math book, he turns it his way and flips through a couple of pages. "So you tutor students?" he says looking down at the book.

"I- uh," I never get the chance to answer because Isaac's gaze is now back on me.

"Smart and beautiful."

I start to shake my head, combing a piece of my hair that was in my face behind my ear, "not really, this is a first that Mr. B has asked if I can help with a couple of his students."

"But for like extra credit and stuff?"

"No," I smile, shaking my head.

"Wow," Isaac closes the math book up and pushes it back towards me. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms along his chest. "Smart, beautiful, and benevolent."

Benevolent? The mob bosses son knows a word like benevolent?

Never mind his intelligence! My pesky subconscious is back. He just called you beautiful, twice!

I feel my hands start to get clammy and feel my cheeks heat up, but I can't help the smile that grows on my face. What girl doesn't like to be called beautiful? Especially coming from a guy as handsome as Isaac Matteo.

"What?" He smirks.

I shake my head, grinning still, "it's nothing.."

Isaac cocks his head to the side, narrowing his eyes a bit. "How was the rest of your weekend?" He asks not pushing any further.

"My weekend? It was okay... What about yours?"

"It was.. eventful," he says, smiling.

Eventful? What does that even mean.

He chuckles, "let's just say that I had to do a couple of things for my dad."

Crap. "Did I really just say that out loud?"

Isaac chuckles some more, leaning onto the table, he smiles, "yeah, you did."

"I am so sorry."

He scoffs, "don't be. It's fine, Hailey. So wh-"

"KP.."

Isaac stops mid sentence, his smile quickly vanishing from his face and it's now replaced with an irritated look. He turns to his left where the voice came from and that guy Dion is back. "What?" He says through clenched teeth. His friend Dion leans in to whisper something in his ear, and Isaac looks up at me, nodding his head. "Just give me a minute," he tells his buddy.

His friend doesn't say anything back and makes his way back out of the library.

"Why do they call you KP?" The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

Isaac starts to smile again, "I could tell you, but I'd-"

"You'd have to kill me?" I mutter quietly under my breath, quickly interrupting him.

Isaac's smile grows even wider and he starts to chuckle softly, while shaking his head. "No." He says shortly, "like I was trying to say.. I could tell you, but I'd prefer to tell you over dinner."

"Dinner?"

He nods, "maybe this weekend?"

"Like a date?" He nods again.

My heart sinks to my stomach, and a wave of anxiousness flows through out my entire body, making the hair on my arms stand.

He wants to take me out on a date? Why would he want to go out with me? It's gotta be some type of trick or dare, or something.

"Hailey.." Isaac's deep impatient voice brings me back to reality. "I'm out on a limb here, you gotta give me an answer, princess."

"Uh," just as I'm about to answer him the lunch school bell rings, indicating that lunch was over and it was time to go back to class. I quickly close my note book up and grab my math book, trying to ram it into my bag. "I- I can't, I'm sorry." I say nervously and get up from my seat, starting to walk around the table and towards the exit.

Isaac quickly gets up from his chair and reaches for my forearm, as I'm trying to make my way passed him. He gently pulls me back closer to him and lets go, "why not?" He pauses when I don't answer him, "fuck, you have a boyfriend don't you? Cazzo. I'm sorry, I wouldn't have if-"

I shake my head, "no, I don't, it's okay."

Why the hell did I just admit to that?

The second warning bell goes off and I start moving my legs towards the exit again, I've never been late to class and I'm not about to be.

"Then?" Isaac calls from behind me.

I turn around and continue walking backwards, "I just can't, I'm sorry!" My back collides with something and I turn around to see that it's a guy trying to walk into the library, "I'm sorry, excuse me." I walk around him and head for my class.

What the hell just happened?