Ambers POV
2 days,2 bloody days and he still hasent replied,I've come to a conclusion he's either ignoring me or somethings happened, I don't care ,well I do.
I keep looking at my phone every 10 seconds with a tiny smidge of hope that he would reply,I don't know why I'm bothering but I am.
I can't believe I spend my whole weekend worrying about beau and now I have to go to college ,but atleast ill know if he's okay,dammit amber stop being so caring,noone cares about you.
I get up,throw on some clothes,not really bothered like every other day , I look at the time andd realise I have about a minute to get out of the door and get to the busstop,well
I slam my locker when I hear his voice,I can't believe it, he's absolutely fine,there's nothing wrong with him,his phone is fine so why dident he answer.Anger just fills my body but I can't explain why? Why do I care? I've never cared before?so why now?.
I keep my head down and walk past him to hear my name being shouted, I snap my head up and look at him,his face plastered with that smirk,what could he possibly want now.
"Why do you care?" He said,keeping that smirk
Okay he normally confuses me but now I'm so confused that I cannot even explain.
"You what?" I replied with a confused look on my face
"You know what I mean" his tone getting harsher this time
"What the hell beau?" I replied
"That text,why do you care" he spat
Why do I care? Why do I care? Is he for real
"I care because I'm a nice person" I tried to keep calm
"Your never normally nice" his voice more hushed this time
"All you ever do is insult me ,its hard to be nice to someone who treats me like shit "
Its true,I like to be nice but I refuse to be nice to someone who can't take a moment to be nice to me ,which is clearly everyone
