Crazy ~ H.G.

3

Ambra's POV

I sat down.

"Well, hi" he sighed and sat down.

"Guess they left us" I laughed.

He nodded and smiled. "We're the youngest. It's gonna happen a lot"

I rolled my eyes.

"It never pisses you off?"

He paused.

"I guess so"

"Well it pisses me off. I'll yell at Matt about this later"

"Um...as long as I'm not gonna get yelled at, I'm all good"

I huffed. "Nash warned you about my anger, didn't he?"

"Uh...nope. Not at all. He told me to wear a condom..."

"What the hell?"

"I'm kidding"

I laughed. "Oh, ok then"

He looked at me a minute.

"What?"

"Nothing. Um...you look nothing like Matt"

"I know. We don't really know why. Oh wait. Yes we do"

I stared at him.

"why?" He finally said.

"Because, my real dad is half black and half Puerto Rican. But my mom is light skin. So I look black, Puerto Rican, and white all at once. Then my mom left my real dad because he was...um...an alcoholic, and then met Matt's dad. Actually that was just a few years ago but we got really close. That was before my-uh- 'anger' problem came around this year"

"Oh...well that sucks. I mean...not the mixed part. The alcoholic and anger problem part"

"Yup. It does. But it's whatever."

I stared at him.

"Hmm. You look like a younger tanner version of Nash. But cuter"

He smiled. "So I've bin told"

"Really? Ha. By who?"

"You. Just now"

I smiled.