Amber (L.P)

Twelve

Liam

Why does she have to make big deals out of every little thing? I bite the end of my pencil tip thinking about Amber and I's fight last night.

I glance up at all the other students taking the test and my eyes fall on Amber of course taking her test. She's so focused and thinking hard, you can tell by her expression.

I sigh loudly and try reading the questions over again, every time I read something I think of Amber. Since we studied it together. And I keep thinking of the fight and how much of a jerk I am to her and why I even had to bring that uncomfortable situation up.

And I just kept insulting her throughout. And then I told her I wished I hadn't had kissed her, which I felt extra bad about. Because the way the waitress treated her was not fine and I didn't mean to say that or regret kissing her.

I actually enjoyed kissing her. Her lips were so soft and sweet. And I got such a warm feeling while kissing her that I want to feel again. I shake off my nonsense thoughts. Why do I even care so much? She's really just a nobody.

Once I finish my test I confidently put it in the tray, hoping I did well. Once I turn mine in Amber comes up and turns hers in. She so got an A like always.

I really need to talk to her and apologize again, or should I even bother? I really shouldn't care, why do I? This past month with her has changed me somehow and I don't understand why.

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Amber

I can't believe Liam and his jerking ways. He thinks he's better than everyone else and I can't stand that.

I shouldn't like this boy as much as I do. The things he can say are cruel.

After I turn in my test I walk back to my seat wearily feeling eyes on my back. I kind of am tempted to turn around and just give him the finger, but of course I can't do that.

Once class is over students flood the halls and I start walking to my next class. Out of the corner of my eye I see a heartbreaking sight.

Liam is pushed up against a locker by Tiffany and I want to puke and punch them both at the same time.

Seriously why is this happening? Why does life hate me for real? I sigh loudly while passing them and make it to my next class safely after encountering several anxious thoughts as always.

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Later that evening I'm studying for my quiz tomorrow in math. A subject I'm always struggling with. I just can't ever seem to understand it.

My teacher doesn't even seem to know what he's talking about. He doesn't even teach, he just writes a problem on the board and solves it himself with minimal words. Doesn't help me out.

"Honey, someone is here to see you." My mom calls from downstairs.

I thought I heard a faint knock. It's Nicole wanting to go over the notes for Spanish with me. "Send them up." I play along, like my mom and I are using secret coding for Nicole.

I put my feet up on the desk and my back is facing the door as I continue trying to understand the math problem I'm working on. The footsteps grow closer to my door and suddenly the door creaks open.

"Just set your stuff down beside my bed as usual. Before we start with Spanish, can you help me with my math?" I pull my hair up into a messy bun and push my glasses up my nose and try rereading the problem over again as I hear Nicole come closer.

"Yeah what's the problem?" A booming British accent says close to my ear making me jump out of my seat and my legs slam down on the floor.

I turn around with my hand on my chest breathing heavily, "What are you doing here?!"

He stands back with hands up, "I just came to apologize for the other night. I'm such a jerk as you know and I feel so bad about the things I said. I didn't mean any of it."

I sigh and suddenly realize I'm wearing my geeky glasses. My cheeks grow red and I quickly take them off and pull my hair out of the gross messy bun as well suddenly feeling embarrassed for my gross look I just had.

Liam smiles slightly and I just glare at him. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Look I'm really really sorry, and I'm really really good at math as well." A smirk spreads on his face knowing that I need him.

I sigh, "Okay, I accept your apology. But only because I'm stuck and you just so happen to be smart."

His smirk turns into a wide smile, "Ahh that I'll take! So you think I'm smart huh?"

I shoot him a glare again, "Not so much in English, but other subjects yes." And besides common sense as to where you should be with me and not Tiffany, idiot.

"Lacking of common sense sometimes is another problem." I say putting my feet back up on the desk.

"Oh geez, not again. If you talk about Tiffany one more time I swear." He sighs and drags a chair over to the same desk as me.

"Now what's the problem?" He reaches the desk and grabs a spare pencil.

"Well, she's-"
"With the math Amber."

"Oh fine, well," I explain the problem and he is soon writing numbers and talking me through it.

And I actually get it when he explains everything. He makes it so easy and listening to him talk and help me out is something I like. Just getting to admire his beautiful features as he goes step by step.

This probably will not help me pass my math class if I get tutored by Prince Charming over here. I'm barley even paying attention honestly.

"Yeah so that's how toads work with ducks." He finishes explaining the problem.

"Oh, okay. I see, that makes sense." I reply and Liam starts laughing.

"Amber what I just said made no sense; would you pay attention please? I'm trying to help you pass math not pass a test over my facial features." He cackles to himself.

"Oh gosh, I was daydreaming, and your face just happened to be a good spot to look at while I'm dreaming. How many times do I have to tell you to get over yourself?" I remark picking up my pencil to work out a problem.

"Oh yeah? What were you daydreaming about then?" His face now in his legendary smirk.

"None of your business, now help me with math Mr.Smartypants." I nudge his arm playfully.

"What is with the weird names?" He laughs and shakes his head.