Amber, just plain her

A.N.: hello, here goes my second english work that i publish in this page, due to some pressure from my fellow writing friends, hope you like it. This idea simply popped in my head on my way home and wouldn't let me work until i wrote it out. So here goes, please R&R.

just in case, i write much better in spanish, and if you know spanish i recommend if you'd like to, check out my work in spanish.

I re-edited eveything, just so spice up the suspense of the story.

“Por siempre tenerte junto a mi

Cuando no es contigo,

Siento que no vivo”

-Christina Aguilera

‘I’ll never understand her” he thought silently to himself, she lay with her head resting on his shoulder and one arm twisted into one of his. She somehow always seemed happy to be with him, glad to have time with him, and ever since she’d started seeing him she smiled a lot more often, not counting her fake half smile and her satisfactory smile from a snide remark, truly smiling; with happiness radiating from her eyes. Her deep blue-green eyes had a mark of great suspense for everyone that saw them to remain in them until she removed her view, a wonderful gaze that left many hypnotized. Many people had the hots for her, the tall tanned jocks and the smart nerds who challenged her intelligence, even so she never felt connected to them, sure they were friends, and some more than others, but there was really no person to which she would keep the eye contact, not that she did with him.

“Me vuelvo loco por ti,

Sin ti no puedo vivir”

-Juanes

Who knows, maybe it was love, maybe it was an option for greater expectations. Whatever it was she saw in him. The goddess-like girl in his arms never did much care about guys that were into her. Uncomfortable remarks she’d wipe away with a better snide remark, and even though she’d never like to mention her romantic life she was very open with sexuality, which, of course, only added to the characteristics that guys liked about her.

He still couldn’t find out why him. He wasn’t precisely the top of the class, and he wasn’t the best athlete, he may be friendly to her, but it seemed at first to be just like everyone else. He never said that he liked her eyes. Or that he jerked off thinking of her, like many of his not so wise friends. Though she gave an impression of thankfulness whenever someone said anything like that. He admired her, but wasn’t able to get through to speak his mind by different factors, but sometimes she’d try to get an opinion out of him, to which he reluctantly obliged.

Cuddling her tight, he tried to be glad that he had been so lucky, as most of the guys told him. But there was one who didn’t, one who up to this date, three months after they started hanging out together, barely looked at him without that reproachful look on his face, but he knew just too well what the reason was…

“…que tengo que hacer,

Para tener en mis labios

Esos tus labiecitos bonitos.”

-Juanes

“Hey, darling, how are you doing?” Marcus insisted again, he said that every time that his eyes stopped at her, and he always had the same response.

“I’m busy”, and she wasn’t just budging him off, of course not, she just didn’t want him to know that she digged him and that even thinking of him sitting near her was enough to pull her out of concentration, or at least that was what Marcus thought to himself.

“Why so busy, darling?” he always sweetened his voice up a bit so that she’d notice his manly voice referring to her. She’d commonly ignore him, until she was forced to look up and see him vacantly staring a little bit lower than her eyes, not too much lower, though. His focus was on her lips, her full lips that had a little dent that allowed to see her porcelain white teeth, fooling around with her pen in her lips while thinking, although she wasn’t aware of it, many of her facial gestures with the pen were tempting.

He never missed a chance to witness it and get a bit aroused.

She mainly answered randomly, this case she didn’t answer.

“Why won’t she answer?” he turned to ask rhetorically to Anthony sitting next to him.

“Maybe she’s annoyed by your voice all day chasing her, not allowing her to work as she wants to” he murmured to himself, he knew too well not to interrupt in his friend’s obsession, starting with the fact that in his opinion she had something that made guys look, himself included.

“Stop, talking about me, please” she suddenly said a bit above a murmur, she had been hearing all right. “Shut up, Marcus. Maybe what Anthony said is right, you know.”

Anthony looked up, feeling his blood run out of his face, she actually heard him? Whoa, talk about good hearing. She turned a bit, both guys tried hard to remain calm under the situation, Marcus was pretending to be greatly flattered by her facing him. Anthony instead tried to make his color return, but unable to do so he lowered his head fast and started to pretend to be writing.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she said. He still looked down. “Hey, Anthony, you there?” he tried to nod, but Marcus was a bit faster and pulled him a bit by his hair so that he wouldn’t miss watching that beautiful face for any second, but she turned by Marcus's offensive maneuver.

Funny, she didn’t see sexual jokes offensive, but lacked a comprehension for common jokes: when people kid someone for an unusual trait and make an insulting remark. Anthony found this to be a very good quality, standing up to everyone, even if the person dealt with this comments very deep inside him.

“Dude, what did ya say? How on earth did she hear you and not me, being right next to you? I’ve got to add supersonic earshot to my goddess’ greatness list.” He was pretty obsessed. He just hoped that Marcus would get over it soon.

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