Chapter 2

I walked down the hallway and made my way to the library. I was probably going to get written up for ditching class or something. Ms. Becker would find a way to get me in trouble; that was certain. Especially if Tess had anything to do with it. But I was fed up with the way she was acting. How could she be stubborn? But it wasn't something I wanted to think about right now.

I sat down at a table in the back, grabbed a book from my bag, plopped it up on the table and hid my phone behind it. Rain was slapping furiously on the window behind me, making the hair on my arms stand up as the cool air floated towards me.

"Hey, Amber," said Heidi, pulling a chair up to the table and startling me.

"Oh, hi," I said, sliding my phone in my pocket as I laid the book down on the table.

"Are you all right? You seem a little down in the dumps."

"Yeah," I said, trying to smile. "I'm just a little tired."

"Okay," she paused as if she wanted to say more and I knew what she wanted to talk about. Everyone wanted to come to me with their issues and tell me about their problems, especially Tess. I certainly never minded helping out, I actually kind of loved it to a point and right now was that point. It was that time when enough was enough and I just had to say no.

But I couldn't.

"How's Warren?" Heidi's eyes relaxed and a smile slipped on her face, probably without her even realizing it. I was almost disgusted.

"He's good. We got ice cream last night at Scoops after his lacrosse game."

"Awh, that's sweet," I said. And honestly, Warren was a good kid. I'd always thought that he and Heidi made a good match, but something wasn't right with the way that Heidi maybe…viewed the relationship. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something holding them back from being the high school sweet hearts that everyone would remember.

"Yeah, he's just so bent out of shape with his SAT's and looking at colleges I kinda feel like we haven't been spending too much time together."

"Junior year is the hardest for all of us, but you two had some time together last night, so that must have helped, right?"

"Well, I thought it would, but he just seemed really distant." And this is what I meant. Heidi had a way of turning things around on people and making it look like their fault when she was really to blame. Maybe the reason that she felt extricated from Warren was because she had been subconsciously pushing herself away from him.

"He's not being too pushy is he?" And then, like the icing on the cake, Warren wanted to have sex with Heidi. After all, he figured that they were far enough in their relationship that it was an appropriate step for them.

"Not really," she said uneasily.

"Let's be real."


"I think you two need to have a talk. I feel like you've been avoiding this for a while and it's time to have it all out in the open. He needs to understand where you're at and if he can't respect that then you don't need him in your life." Okay, so maybe my spiel today was a little harsh, but love couldn't always be butterflies and soft kisses. She had to realize that love was gonna kick her in the ass every once in a while and the sooner she could protect herself from that, the better off she was.

"But he's a really good guy and I don't want something like that to ruin things for us."

"He is a good guy, and that's why I think if you talk to him he'll understand. You have to let him know what you're thinking instead of just blocking him out. Guys can hardly understand what we say when we say something straight out. Give him a little credit."

"Okay," she smiled a little, maybe warming up to the idea.

"Just be strong. I honestly believe that you two can work this out."

"Thanks so much, Amber. I'm gonna head to class now, but I'll see you later."

"Let me know how everything goes, all right?"

"Sure thing," she said, flicking her long blond hair over her shoulder as she stood up and pushed in her chair. I didn't know if Warren could be supportive of Heidi since lacrosse had gotten the best of his jock side. It was like he was conforming to some superior high school whatever. Hell, it felt like all the guys in our school were conforming into something that they weren't. But whatever the case, I was just happy that I didn't have a guy to deal with. Worrying about other girls' guys was enough of a hassle for me.

So I gathered up my book, sliding it precariously in my bag and made my way out of the library with two minutes until the bell rang. I walked to my locker twirling my combo that I'd had since freshman year, etched in my brain. When I was old and senile I'd probably be randomly saying my combo out loud without any rhyme or reason, just madness. I stuck my head in my locker, searching around for my favorite green pen that I took my history notes in. I moved some papers around and found it cramped in the back. When I popped my head back out an arm wrapped around my stomach pulling me close to them while their hand made its way to cover my eyes.

"Emmet?" I laughed. "Who is this? I give up." I was never good at these guessing games. A deep throated laugh sounded in my ear. "Conrad?" I tried one more time and the hand and arm let go so I could spin around.

Conrad's green eyes looked down at me and I smiled up at him. It was things like that that made girls go head over heels for guys. The subtle gestures and the soft touch could make a girl's knees buckle. And even though I didn't think of Conrad that way didn't mean that I was immune to those feelings.

"Skipping class?" I accused, turning back around to shut my locker.

"Not exactly, the bell is going to ring any second."

"Where's your history stuff?" I asked, looking at his bare arms.

"In my locker," he said like he wasn't the biggest mess ever.

"C'mon lover boy, let's go get your stuff." But he wasn't fazed by my puppy love lingo which is why I could use it around him. With any other guy, they'd get the wrong impression and that would lead to drama, that of which I had enough of in my life and didn't need to add on.

"Tess just texted me," he said, making my smile instantly drop from my face.

"Is that why you came to talk to me?"

"I don't know. She seemed kind of upset though."

"And so am I and I'm not the one who needs to apologize." Conrad slid his hand in his pocket, no doubt about to text Tess back. "And you really shouldn't text her," I warned, "about this because this is between me and her and you don't want to get in the middle of this."

'"I'm just looking out for my girls," he said all nonchalantly.

"Well maybe you should just look out for yourself." So maybe my tone was a little icy and maybe he was going to make some immature excuse that I was PMS-ing, but truth was, I wasn't going to forget about Tess.

And there ya go :) And comments, questions or just anything don't hesitate to ask!
Next chappie up in a few more days.