All Is Well With Love And Music

Chapter 2. Dance your heart out.

Isiah Micah Wyatt

I can feel my eyes flare with anger, I stared at Zoey in disgust. I had no problems with David, Kilian or Liam inviting girls to sit with us, really, but the problems start when they go for Juls. What did my Juls even do to her? She isn't one to pick a fight if it's unnecessary. And the extra comments she made on her just drove my anger further. The way she commented on Juls's body was sickening.

"What the hell was that?" I ask, my voice deadly calm. I scoff. "Hell, you're god damn lucky that girl knows not to waste her precious time on low lives like you." I say, my tone was rising as I stood up. "You say she's out of my league hm? Then what does that say about you?" I see Liam's jaw tense. I know he cares about Juls, in his own twisted, odd way.

Zoey huffs and opens her mouth as if to complain but David and Kilian follow my lead in defending Juls, after all, we were all loyal to one another. "That was pretty pathetic, Zoey." David says with an edge in his voice. Kilian just eyes Zoey up and down, not in the flattering way, but in a way like he's silently judging her. Who cares if it's silent, her undeserving ego needs all the judgement it can get.

Liam is silent. He doesn't need words to express his anger, you can see it in his face, his posture, his motions. Zoey takes one look at Liam and cowers. He is truly Aden Grayson and Lilianna's child. But now's not the time to think about that. I'll make it up to Juls when I get home.

As I walk through the halls, someone grabs my shoulder. I turn around to see Liam. I arch an eyebrow, what did he want? His face is torn, troubled. "Isiah." he starts, and his voice is uneven. That's unusual of him. "Is there..." he pauses for a moment. "Is there something going on with you and my sister?" he asks and I'm caught off guard. Out of everyone, why would he be the one to ask that question? I mean, sure, Juls was pretty, but she was just my best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. At least that's what I've convinced my self to think over the past years.

I laugh, though it's humorless, shaking my head. "Why would you even think that? Of course not." I say. Liam looks at me with assessment. I am practically squirming under his scrutiny. I mean, who could blame me? This was the boy who used to fight people two years older than him if they looked at Juls the wrong way. How Juls never found out? I'll never know. I shrug, not knowing what to do anymore.

"Then why have none of your girlfriends stayed for more than one month?" he asks. And it was the right question to ask too. It's because I would always choose Juls. She's my best friend, my number one fan, my everything, why would I choose a random girl over my everything?

I purse my lips. "They were intimidated by me and Juls's friendship most of the time." I answer truthfully. They always were.

Liam narrows his eyes. "Just remember, she's my sister, and she's been your best friend her whole life. Don't risk it all if you know you aren't good enough." And with that, Liam was gone.

With Zoey's unnecessary existence, Juls's walk out, and Liam's suspicions, I cannot wait for this day to end.

Once I got home I flung myself on the coach. My dad strode into the living room with a smile as he sat next to me. "So, Son, how was school?" he asks and I inwardly groan. The school day had been horrible for many reasons.

"Horrible." I answer and he raises his brows as if to ask "Why?" I sigh and hold up a finger. "One, it's Monday." I hold up another finger. "Some girl had the audacity to insult Juls." I conclude and concern laces his face, but it relaxes and he gives me a knowing smirk.

"What?" I ask, confused. My father was weird, he always got this knowing smirk when the subject was Juls. It was odd. "What?" I ask again. His knowing smirk only got bigger.

"Nothing, just proud of you for handling it."  I know he's lying. That's not what he's really thinking. But whatever, he's my father, what am I gonna do, yell and scold him till he tells me?

"Who said I handled it?" I challenge.

"Did you not?"

I hesitate. "I did... partially."

"Good." he says before yawning. "Well, I better get back to your mother or she'll-"

"Kyle you better get back here or I swear to the gods you will pay!" I hear my mother's scream from the kitchen. My father chuckles before striding out the living room.

That was weird.

I'm sitting in my room when I look out my window. My room was on the second story of the Wyatt house, wanna know who else's room was on the second story of their house? Juls. Our windows were face to face, only about three feet away. We had a habit of climbing into each other's room whenever we wanted for fun. We used to do sleepovers, the only problem was that we were kids, and we slept in each other's beds with no care in the world. And when we were thirteen, we officially had the It-may-not-be-best-to-sleep-in-the-same-bed-for-sleepovers talk. But did we stop? Nope!

Juls's curtains aren't drawn as she puts her pastel pink headphones on. She was wearing an oversized shirt which of course was pink. Her shorts were... well... short. Then, to my surprise, she gets up and starts dancing around the room, flinging her arms all around and jumping, making her hair go wild. But her hair stayed pretty even if it was all over the place, it looked intentional, like she just ran her fingers through it. I chuckle.

I open my window and lean forward as I reach my hand to knock on her window. She pauses and her head turns to the window she was currently dancing in front of. I flash her a grin. Juls was the only person I grinned, smiled or smirked at on the daily. I mean, she is my best friend after all.

She takes her headphones off as she approaches her window. "Mind if I hear what you're listening to?" I ask once she opens her window, my eyes flickering to the pink headphones resting around her neck. She considers this for a moment. I can tell. She has her thinking face on, the one I've memorized without even trying to.

"Alrighty." she says as she slowly stretches her arm to get the headphones to me. "You better not drop it, dad got it for me and it's expensive." she warns and I give a low chuckle.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Juls." I smirk. She grabs her phone and waits until I slip the headphones over my ears. Once I give her the thumbs up, she smiles and presses play.

In between by Gracie Abrams starts to play and as I gaze up at her, I don't fail to notice the twinkle in her eyes. She stands up and starts to mouth the lyrics she can see on her phone. I laugh, Liam's room is next to her's, that I know, she's probably trying not to disturb him.

I hear murmuring and I freeze. "If that child isn't asleep I'm gonna ground him for a month." I hear my mother growl and I swiftly take the headphones off.

"Mom is coming, close your curtains. Quick!" I hiss at Juls before closing my lights, hiding the headphones near my right leg, and pulling my blanket up to my face, just in time it appears when my mother opens my door just about two seconds later. I hear her shuffle around my room before I hear the door close again. I wait for a few beats before slowly opening one eye.

Clear.

I sat up, turned the lights on and went to my window. Juls was waiting, arm outstretched. "You better give that back." she says and I hesitate.

"Maybe tomorrow." I smirk. She opens her mouth to reply but I close my window and head to bed.