Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

By the following Wednesday, it was extremely obvious that Ash and I were fire against fire. We wouldn't talk, we wouldn't sit together and we wouldn't even look at each other. Our love was a dangerous game, but when we were fiery at each other, it would be ten times worse. If things got out of hand and our parents got involved, all hell would brake loose.

I was walking to my locker at the end of school, untangling my earphones and generally not watching where I was going, when I bumped into someone, and that someone was wearing the same Misfits muscle shirt and blue and black flannel shirt that Ash was wearing. Fuck off.

"Better watch where you're going, Bailey." I hissed, moving past him.

"You'd better watch where you're going, Haner." He hissed back, and I flipped him off. I don't need his bullshit in my life. I grabbed my blue penny board and my books from my locker, before skating off.

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But I wasn't going straight home. Instead, I went to the beach that's a block away from my house. I took out my books and began doing my homework, listening to Common Courtesy by A Day To Remember. I'm an awful big fan of Jeremy McKinnon's beard.

A while later, my phone started ringing like crazy. Dad tried calling me, followed by Matt, Johnny, Arin and Zacky, all of them obviously looking for me. I just needed time on my own, so I let the calls ring out. They'd figure out where I am sooner or later.

Once I'd gotten my homework done, I sat and watched the waves, humming along to Waves by Robin Schulz. I looked pretty tumblr today, with my rolled-up and ripped baby blue skinny jeans, a floral cropped shirt, my black Puma low-tops and a slightly-oversized All Time Low hoodie, that once fit me. Not to mention I was wearing a flower crown, and it wasn't over the top.

I took off my hoodie and lay down on it, listening once again to the Common Courtesy cd on my iTunes library. I had my sunglasses on and was having a pretty good time, until somebody sat down next to me, and I swear I could've killed them.

"You fucking asshole!" I gave Zacky a punch in the shoulder, and tried to stop my heart beating so fast.

"Calm the fuck down, we've all been out looking for you, yknow. You didn't return any of our calls, and I swear to god Brian was just short of sending out a search party. Why didn't you pick up?" He asked, rubbing his shoulder where I gave him a punch. For such a small person, I pack a hard hit. I took boxing classes for 10 years, so no wonder.

"I needed some time on my own, I just needed to get my shit together. Life hasn't been overly good to me this past week, you should know."

"I heard everything. How you holding up?"

"Not so good, we're just picking on each other now. Our friendship went up in smoke, but that's life. You win some, you lose some."

"If it was real, he'll come back."

"What are you, some expert on family and relationships?" Apart from Dad, I'd be closest with Zacky. He really loves me, as you can see.

"What can I say, I know stuff. You'd better get your ass home, your dad's freaking out because he hasn't a clue where you were."

He grabbed my school bag for me and I picked up my hoodie, and we headed on back to my place, before I was attacked by hugs and a stern "go off and don't answer your phone on me again and you're grounded until you're fifty" from Dad. He wasn't impressed with me at all. But he still ordered Chinese god for me, so he couldn't have been that mad. I think he was mostly just relieved that I ate food other than rice cakes.

Notes

If it wasn't for my best friend, I wouldn't even be here. And I mean that literally, she saved my life more times than she'll know. Ily Jasmine, even though I know you won't see this.

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