Author's Note: IM SO HAPPY YOU ALL ARE LOVING THIS SERIES SO FAR AND OF COURSE IM GOING TO CONTINUE IT! HERES PART 3! ENJOY LOVES XXX M
"Hey Siri"
"Yes?" I heard her say.
"FaceTime Isaiah" I said as I continued to search through my shoes.
"Do you mean 'FaceTime Isaiah My Idiot Annoying Friend?'" Siri asked.
"Yes" I answered her.
"Okay. FaceTiming Isaiah My Idiot Annoying Friend"
I grabbed my converse sneakers and walked away from closet to my bed where my phone sat. I sat down on the bed next to my phone. I started to put on my sneakers.
Isaiah, annoying? All of the time. Isaiah, an idiot? Most of the time. I hoped he wouldn't be an idiot in this moment. As much as I hated admitting it, I needed his advice.
I was about to go have tea or coffee with Harry, Kendall and their fancy friends. Correction: I was about to go have tea or coffee with Harry, Kendall and their fancy friends meaning that Harry and Kendall will probably be all cute and flirty with each other while their friends judge me and be passive aggressive at me. I was expecting the worse and I needed someone who saw the bright side of things. That person happened to be Isaiah. I mean, who else could get me go to a party I didn't want to go to in the first place while I had a cut lip and yet managed to get the man I liked to talk to me? Isaiah did. I needed his help. I needed a lot of his help to get me through today. The question was if he wanted to help me. He missing my past five calls pointed to no. It might be last minute but I decided to call him again. I was desperate. I was drowning in my own anxiety.
"Hola. It is I" I heard Isaiah say in a cheery tone.
I looked to my phone to see Isaiah with his Afro hair in a bun. He must have just woken up. He usually had his hair down. I picked up my phone.
"You're finally awake I see" I commented, referring to my missed calls. "Was your phone off?"
"Yes actually" Isaiah answered. "My sleep is more important than my phone"
I gave him a fake smile.
"Well, thanks for answering last second" I said to him. "I needed your help"
"Oooh" Isaiah said, becoming intrigued. "Are you going to see Harry again?"
"Yup" I answered him. "And Kendall. And all her model high class friends" I added, becoming more sarcastic with each sentence. "This will be fun"
"Wait. . .he's still with her?" Isaiah asked, surprised. "I thought he would leave her by now"
"Well, we're both wrong" I told him. "Anyways I need advice. You hung out with her at the party while Harry and I got ice. What did you two talk about?"
"We didn't" Isaiah answered. "It was only Anna and I talking. Anna left when you two came back. Kendall was just giving us weird looks. Didn't I tell you this?"
Looks. If she gave Isaiah looks, who did practically nothing to her, what was she going to give me? I'm more to Harry than what Isaiah is.
I looked to my alarm clock that was on my bedside table. 12:34 PM. In less than thirty minutes I was about to see Harry and Kendall. I wanted to back out. I couldn't. Harry was probably on his way here already.
"I just wanted to give her a look back" Isaiah added. "She was rude"
"Great. I can expect rude looks from her and her friends then" I said, not at all being excited.
