When I was eleven and Bryn was thirteen we once got in an argument about the color amber. He said amber was a shade of purple and I'd told him that amber was in fact, a golden brown.

To this day I don't know if he really thought it was or if he enjoyed annoying the hell out of me more than sounding intelligent.

But lately… I've noticed that Bryn's got amber wrong again. Because now, amber to Bryn meant a leggy blond with red and pink highlights over hazel eyes and the prettiest mouth I had ever witnessed on a girl.

Not that she smiled enough to deserve it.

Not that I smiled enough to envy it.

Walking through the halls like a ghost of the real person I'd left behind was second nature to me. But watching a boy I knew I was probably a little too fond of wrap his arm around a girl nothing like myself and laugh without restriction at whatever witty thing had left that perfect mouth was quite possibly the most painful experience of my life.

And it wasn't even that I liked him and he didn't notice. It wasn't the fact that she was gorgeous to the extent of jealousy. Not even the fact that he'd ditched me most of summer to do God knows what with her…

It was the fact that I missed him and he didn't even notice my absence.

Like usual. I was too sentimental for my own good.

I turned away and headed to my locker.

First period was no more interesting than I thought it would be.

"Oh my God! Did you see Hudson Slade?" Some girl in front of me asked.

"What about him?" Her friend commented, glancing over with an uninterested look on her face.

"He just got back from military school and the boy is hot!" It's amazing what nine months in pre jail (in my opinion) will do for a guy's reputation.

I find it amusing. No matter what's different. How much year after year you find yourself changing. You can always count on the students around you to still be stuck in the same mindset they have been since puberty.

Got to love high school.

Lindsey, I think, rolled her eyes. "I'll have him calling me baby and carrying my books before the end of the week." She declared.

She was half right.

A/N: This has been stuck in my doc's for some time now. I wrote it right after the first chapter but never loaded it for because it was too too short. Also, I just really enjoy the way it ends.