Forever Yours

1: Isaac

Hello! This book is a Novella spinoff of my duet Falling for/Loving the Quarterback (the characters in those books are in this one). You don't have to read those books in order to read this one, but it's encouraged if you want to better understand the character relationships and dynamics.

Thanks for clicking on Alina and Isaac's story! Hope you enjoy!

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I pull up my khakis and stuff my white button up into my pants before securing it with my belt. 

It's the third week of senior year, and I'm locked into my schedule. 

Let's be honest I've been locked into a schedule ever since I can remember, but this years schedule is a lot more important. I glance at the banner on my wall.

UPenn

That's the goal. My goal. What I've been working towards ever since I knew Ivy Leagues existed. It's where I want to be. I've never been more sure of anything.

I grab my school jacket and slide my arms through it. There is a piece of lint so I pick it off and place it in the trashcan before straightening my desk chair. My jacket always hangs on the back of it, and when I grabbed it I knocked it slightly out of place. 

I spray on my normal amount of cologne, set that back on my desk, and then grab my school bag. It's navy blue with my schools symbol stitched on, just like the jacket. It's a part of our uniform. Everyone has their own names stitched onto their schoolbags and jackets so no one gets them confused.

Closing my bedroom door behind me, I head downstairs where my mom, dad, and brother are sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Like they do every morning.

"Good morning" I greet. I eat my breakfast before I brush my teeth. When I wake up it's the first thing I do after using the bathroom.

My mom always wakes up a little earlier to have my breakfast made. I love her. No matter how many times I tell her I can make my own food. I think she just enjoys it.

"Morning bud" my dad leans back in his chair and takes a sip from his mug of coffee. 

"Good morning sweetie" my mom smiles drinking her orange juice even though she saw me already.

I turn to my twelve year old brother Koen. He scarfs down some pancakes.

"You're coming to my baseball game later right?" he asks through a mouthful, looking at me.

I cringe. "Please chew and swallow your food"

He does what I ask, still looking at me expectantly for an answer.

"Of course I'm coming to your game" I say to him. "I wouldn't miss it"

"Fucking A" he grins shoving eggs in his mouth. The corner of my lips lift.

"Koen" my mom scolds.

"Watch your mouth" my dad snaps. "You're close to not having a baseball game to play in"

"Koen," I grab a water bottle out of the refrigerator and put it in my schoolbag. He looks at me. "I've told you before. People with a lower intelligence only succumb themselves to using foul language to express their emotions. It belittles your person"

"Are you calling me stupid?" he tilts his head.

"I'm telling you to be more wise about how you use your words to demonstrate the level of your intelligence" I raise my eyebrow.

"It just sounds like you're calling me stupid" he shrugs looking down at his plate.

I frown. "Koen" I grab his attention and he looks back up at me. I search my head for the right words before speaking. "You're extremely smart. Don't sell yourself short by saying words that don't accurately display how intelligent you are. In addition, mom and dad would prefer you save the foul language until you're old enough for it"