90 Days to Love (Completed)

5: Reality

"I can't believe that I missed my opportunity to get into Nicholson's class." Amber whined as she picked at the fries before her. "There's literally no eye candy, whatsoever. It got to the point where I found myself considering Timothy Baker as a snack."

"Timothy Baker?" I couldn't help but laugh, "boy scouts; Timothy Baker." Amber nodded, "girl, you really have a problem."

"But you knew that already. I can't function without some kind of ... interest before me."

"Look at it like this, maybe just maybe; this is your opportunity to pass with more than the bare minimum this time... you know?"

"No. I don't know." She shook her head, "I find that highly impossible with what's before me."

"Less distraction, you can now focus on your grades. Maybe even get... a 3.5 GPA or something."

"I think you meant to say 4.0."

"I said what I said," I took a sip of my Pepsi, before setting it back down.

"Shade?"

"Fact." The sandwich that my father had made me served me a good, successful two bites but that suddenly, my appetite was gone. I wrapped it back up. "I want to help you make achievable goals in life."

"What happened to the whole 'less distraction' spiel?"

"Girl, you took classes like wood shop, auto shop, co-ed P.E., computer technology. All programs that have nothing to do with what you want in the future; but have everything to do with the other sex. A 3.5 was generous of me to say."

"Hey!" she smirked, "I just appreciate God's work... that's all."

"And I don't see why you can't do that from afar. At this rate..." I looked around me before I saw the people I was looking for. "You'll be just like them." I said, nodding in their direction. Amber turned to see the seniors that had been stuck here for the past two years, showing no signs of graduating any time soon as they were still taking courses from their ninth year.

Not that I was knocking them or anything, however, after a while; it became unacceptable and more of a choice than a mistake.

"Ew, never." She shook her head. "If I don't graduate, I'll just drop out and get me a nice little job at my mom's boutique. My dreams in fashion anyways, I got a job set. So, this whole school thing, aint nothing but a pass time for me at this point." She shrugged. "I mainly get out of my bed each day, to see you and Shan."

"Of course, you do." I gave her a small smile. "But I want so much better for you than just working at your momma's junky little shop."

"Girl!"

"I'm sorry, but you and I both know that your mom only has clothes for the Seniors."

"And I plan on revamping that." I shot her a glare. "Anything's possible Desiree."

"Anything is." I threw my hands up. "You're right. however, I still want better than that for you. With your sense of style, you could be a celebrity stylist or have a shop for yourself somewhere in Calabasas. Don't limit yourself boo."

"I guesssssss." She dragged out, then smiled. "Thanks boo."

"Don't mention it."

"On another note," she placed her hands on the table before her. "Did you hear about Brooklyn's pool party?!" her eyes brightened up as she looked at something behind me, I turned around to see Shaniya, finally coming over to join us. Glancing up at the clock, class was about to start in the next ten minutes. Better than normal, I thought.