Hello hello. I'm sorry for making you wait this long...

There's Jamber. Big. Time. Jamber.

Thanks for everything.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own House of Anubis. If I did, no Mabian, no KT and there would be about 4000 make out scenes per week. I know, I'm a perv. hehehe.

Way you walk

way you talk

way you say my name

The art party wasn't actually that bad. Maybe I do overreact.

'Of course you do. Have you met yourself?'

Now it was time for English. We were doing this project on food shopping, and we're getting into groups today. Thankfully, our teacher was putting us into them.

So, I got lucky enough to be in a group with Eddie, Joy, and Jerome.

Jerome, of all people.

And I was lucky enough to sit next to him.

I started giggling, for no reason at all. This was so awkward.

"What's so funny, Amber?" Jerome asked.

I just shrugged, still laughing a little.

"Amber, I am about to go over there and attack you."

"Yes, please do that," I replied to Jerome.

Eddie looked bored and like he wants to be somewhere else. He was staring at Patricia, who was put into a group with Fabian, Nina, and Alfie. Typical.

Joy was looking down at the sheet, and she looked at me like I was a freak.

'I don't blame her.'

I then cleared my throat and bit my lip, hoping to suppress the giggling.

"Okay, so a problem could be outside expenses," I said, starting the list.

Everyone writes it down, and I started thinking.

Then Jerome adds, "Another problem could be the kind of foods. If there's bad bacon, I'm obviously not going to eat it."

I started giggling a little more.

"Amber, what is so funny?"

I shrug again.

"Amber, I will come to your house in the night and attack you with bad bacon. Bad bacon is nothing to laugh about," Jerome says, a little smile on his face.

"I can't wait for that to happen, considering this is my last night in the house." That was true. I was leaving tomorrow, a day early. Daddy wanted to talk to me about something.

Our English teacher came over to our table and crouched down to hand me a pass.

"Amber, you have to go down to guidance."

I look at Jerome for a quick second, and we lock eyes, before looking back at the teacher.

"Okay," I say, unsure of why they needed me.

He hands me the pass, and I get up, gathering all my stuff. Jerome and I lock eyes one more time, and I head out the classroom door.

I hope Jerome couldn't tell how much I love him.

I walk into the counseling office, and I am pointed to an office. There's an old lady sitting behind the desk, and she motions for me to sit to down.

"Hello, Amber. My name is Angela, and I heard something about you," she says.

I raise my eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Someone came to me and told me that you were cutting your stomach."

I furrowed my eyebrows, and came up with a lie.

"What? No. I only did it to my arm once, and it's almost healed."

She asks to see my arm, and tells me a way for the scars to disappear.

We have a little talk, mostly about school and if there's anyone bothering me. She tells me that I should join a team, or a group. I tell her I'm over sensitive.

I'm pretty sure that is one of the only times I did not lie.

After about thirty minutes, I am free to go. I run out, and into the bathroom.

Who would do that?

I thought I could trust Nina and Fabian.

Well, I guess not.

And I can't trust anything now

... he will try to take away my pain...

"Hey, Amber!" a voice calls out to me, as I'm walking home.

I turn and there's Jerome.

"Hi, Jerome," I say, and continue walking. He keeps in pace with me.

"You okay?" he asks me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?"

"I can tell you're lying. What's wrong, Amber?" he asks, stopping, and pulling me to a stop also.

I look up at him. "What?"

"What's wrong Amber? You're upset about something, and I want to make you feel better."

"Why would you care about me? No one does."

And with that, I run, leaving a confused Jerome behind me.

"Amber!" he calls after me, but I keep running.

I run into the house and straight into my room.

Fabian and Nina are sitting on her bed, probably doing homework or something.

I take a step away.

"Hello, Amber," they greet me in unison.

I close the door, before saying, "Who was it?"

They share a look, confused. "Who did what?"

"Who told the guidance counselor? I thought I could trust everyone I told. If you two didn't do it, I'll ask Frank and Joy. Who. Was. It?"

"It was me." Nina said.

I looked at her. "What?"

She looked at me, regret in her eyes. "I'm sorry Amber. I did it."

I just stood there, and Fabian started talking.

"No, she can't take all the blame for this. I was the one that told her to do it. Frank sent her a picture, and she got upset-," I don't hear him finish before running out.

I run into the bathroom and shut the door.

Nina told her.

Nina.

The very last person I would suspect. Of course.

But then Fabian and Frank had something to do with it too, which means everyone but Joy had something to do with this.

Someone opens the door. It's Nina.

"Amber, please just let me explain!"

I just look at her, and run out the door and downstairs.

I wasn't even sure of where I was going. I ran into the common room, looking for him, but he wasn't there. I ran out of the room, and knocked on his bedroom door.

Thankfully, he opens the door. I wrap my arms around him, still sobbing.

Instead of pushing me away like I was afraid he might, he wrapped his arms around me, pulled me into the room, and closed the door.

"Shhh, shh, Amber, it's okay" Jerome says, with his fingers combing my hair.

"No, it's not. It will never be again," and with that, a fresh round of sobs erupt.

We just stand there, me sobbing, and him whispering words of comfort to me.

First quote: 'Hey Stephen'

Second Quote: 'Haunted'

Both by Taylor Swift.