"Hands off!" I slap Issac's greedy hand that's trying to steal my cookie dough ice cream.

"Sharing is caring." He says with an adorable smile on his face.

"Who said I cared?" I pop a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth and look straight into the eye of the storm, Issac's eyes.

"Well shit." He feigns a hurt expression and I look at him impassively.

"Oh puh-lease" I say and roll my eyes. "Do you want me to nurse your wounds?"

Issac's eyes perk up and he says, "Seeing you in a nurse outfit." He then looks up and puts on a thinking expression and nods his head. I stomp on his foot underneath the table and it snaps him out of his dirty thoughts.

"Disgusting" Despite what he just said, I can't fight the smile that makes it's way to my face.

"10!" he says and points to my face. I roll my eyes and cover my face already feeling my cheeks get heated.

We sit in silence for a while, but it's not awkward. Silence between me and Issac has never been like that. It's comfortable and our prescense is enough to fill the silent atmosphere.

"So why are you always smiling?" I blurt out not really thinking how stupid my question sounds. Issac snorts in laughter and I cover my face realizing how stupid I really am.

"Why are you never smiling?"

I shrug my shoulders and he raises an eyebrow.

"I am always smiling because there is so much to be happy for. I am alive. The people I care about are alive. Let's say that I got hit by a car tonight and die and I never smile. I never embraced the goodness in life then I would regret it so much. Plus, this smile gets me lots and lots of girls. I bet that's what drew you in."

"In your dreams Evans." I roll my eyes and put my ice cream spoon down.

"Definitely in my dreams." he says with a smirk on his lips and his eyes are a few shades darker.

"Ew!" I yell and then we bursts out laughing.

....

"Thanks for the ride Issac Evans." I say and i get out the car.

"You are welcome Bay Stewart." he says mocking my formal use of his name.

"See ya on Monday."

"Hmmmmm actually no. You will see me tomorrow"

"And why would I use my weekend to spend time with Issac Evans?"

"Since you let me volunteer my service for hashtag Project Bay Smiles."

"Project Bay Smiles."

He nods his head.

"You never cease to amaze me Issac Evans" I say and then I walk away and inside my house. The house is of course empty, but I hear some noise upstairs so I follow it. I open Zoe's room and to say what I am seeing is shocking me is a complete understatement.

Asher Stevens, man-whore of Eastside High, is in my sister's bedroom.

"What the actual fuck!" I yell and I startle the two out of the little bubble they were in and Zoe looks at me wide eyed and Asher, of course, seems chill.

"Asher what are you doing here? In my house? In my sisters bedroom!"

"Bay we were only talking. He was explaining and apologizing for today. It's not that big of a deal."

I look toward Asher. "Trouble. That's what you are bringing to her. She never had any encounter like that today until you came along. Your player ways are not going to work."

Asher looks at me wide eyed and was about to say something, but I look towards Zoe.

"And you Zoe. You will never learn. And when you do, I wont be here to pick up the broken pieces." I storm out the room and walk to my room slamming the door shut and locking it.

I need to do something. I don't know what yet, but I am not going to be in the same house with Asher Stevens and my gullible sister.

I walk over to my closet and take out my black high waisted shorts and my burgundy shirt and some vans. Once I put on my outfit, I grab my phone, wallet, and keys and walk out the house.

I have no car. And I hate the bus.

I dial a number on my phone and after a few rings it answers, "Hello?"

"Issac Evans, this is you lucky day."

"Really?"

"Meet me at my house ASAP." I say and then hang up my phone. I sit on the porch and I wait for Issac to come quickly so I don't have to worry about bumping into Asher or Zoe.

10 minutes and a finished snickers bar later, a black Maserati car pulls up. I walk off the porch and to the car. I open the door and Issac has a bright smile on his face and a twinkle in his grey eyes.

"What color are your eyes?" I blurt out. Issac chuckles at how random my question is and then looks at me.

"Take a look." He says and leans forward. I shift my body and then lean forward. Issac and I are so close that are breaths are mixing together in front of us. I look into his eyes and I say, "They look grey, but a little blue, but other times, it looks green or gold-brownish. Are you supernatural?"

"No I'm not a TV show" Issac says and looks into my hazel eyes.

"Really?"

"You have hazel eyes."

"Yeah" I say and Issac's gaze is locked onto mine and he is giving me all his attention. I look straight into his eyes captivated at how unique his eyes are that they change color. My heart begins to beat rapidly and I already know why.

I am getting too close. This, what we are doing, is too intimate and I-I can't.

I break eye contact and i shift myself to sit properly in the chair and he does the same. I take deep breaths to try to calm my rapid heart beats.

"So what do you have in mind for today for Project Bay Smiles?"

"We are going to Chipotle and then we are going to do some other stuff."

"What are other stuff Issac?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You know I could report this as a kidnapping. I have no idea where I am going."

"Why would you allow this pretty face to go to jail?" he says and gestures to his face with a smile on it.

I can't help but roll my eyes at his cockiness. "Cocky bastard"

"What?" he asks and puts a hand behind his ear.

"Stay deaf Issac!" I turn toward the window and ignore Issac.

He chuckles beside me and says, "You really are something Bay Stewart."

"Thank you" Sass dripping from every word that comes out my mouth.

....

"What do you want on your burrito?" the waiter asks. I look to Issac for help but he just gestures for me to order.

"Brown rice....chicken.....black beans.....no tomatoes......cheese.....more cheese....lettuce. That's it." I say. Issac and I walk over to the register. He already ordered his burrito and now I added mine.

A girl I recognize from school, junior maybe, is the cashier and when she sees us both, her eyes widen.

"Are you Bay Stewart. And oh my god, Issac Evans." she fangirls.

I'm not a celebrity and our school is not Hollywood.

"What's the total?" I ask flatly and take out my wallet.

"15.78"

I give the lady a 20 dollar bill but Issac intercepts it and gives the lady a blue credit card.

"Issac!"

"The lady never pays."

I mutter several profanities under my breath and I take my food and walk to a table in the restaurant. Issac sits down across from me and takes his burrito out his bag and I follow his actions. I unwrap the foil from the burrito and I look at the burrito in my face.

"How am I supposed to eat something this huge?"

"Get creative" he says and takes a bite out of the corner of his burrito and hot steam comes out. I take a bite out of the burrito and at first all I tasted was bread, rice, and lettuce, but when I took the second bite, thousands of flavors exploded in my mouth and i release a deep breath through my nose and close my eyes.

This taste so good. How could I not have tried this before?

It's very messy to eat because several times, pieces of food slipped out of my burrito and Issac of course laughed at me. Once I finished my burrito, Issac and I left Chipotle and we are heading to my next surprise.

"Is what we are doing going to get us arrested?"

"Maybe." He quickly responds.

"Issac! Are you trying to get me in trouble."

"Calm down firecracker and just go with the flow. Live in the moment. Be open. And above all, shut up!"

My eyes widen and I slump down in my seat.

Well damn.