Amber

okay...and why are you on my desk looking down on me with your legs crossed

*uncrosses legs slowly, deliberately* Because I can. *leans down, hair falling around his face* You seem to like looking up at me. *touches his cheek* Or should I stop?

I can't see shit bro your hair- AH ITS IN MY EYE

Boys:where's she!? *Amber escaped and the saw you and walk over to you* Amber:hey.. can you be my fake boyfriend for 6,000 dollars?! please..

*looks up from cleaning the floor with the mop* ...Six thousand dollars. *stands up slowly, leaning the mop against the wall* For how long?

*grips your sleeve urgently, glancing back nervously* JUST UNTIL THEY LEAVE! You’re perfect-they’ll totally buy it! *voice cracks* PLEASE, Zenith!

Amber:ok! Can I ask you a few questions?

ok

Amber:do you have a car?