Chapter Four
Amber yawned and slumped back into Dewey's sofa, closing her eyes peacefully as Zach played a soft and soothing song on his guitar. The band had taken a break half an hour ago, and they all seemed too wrapped up in their own little world to start playing together again anytime soon. Zach sat on the opposite end of the sofa strumming his guitar, Dewey had disappeared downstairs to the store to pick up some refreshments, Katie was sitting in a huddle with Temika and Marta who were whispering together and pointing at Freddy who had retreated to the kitchen and was currently sitting on the counter top reading through his algebra notes.
Overall Amber thought he looked quite endearing sitting there, his back against the wall, one of his legs dangling over the counter top, and the other bent up underneath him. The afternoon sun played softly in his blond hair, creating what almost looked like a halo effect around him.
"Determined isn't he?" Zach stated as he followed Amber's gaze.
"For a rebellious blond," Amber replied with a grin, she turned to look at Zach, "what's his deal anyway? He's got so much potential to be an academic student."
Zach shrugged, "I don't know." He began a new tune; "I've been in his class since... well forever. He's always been the same."
Amber shifted into a more comfortable position, "what about you?"
Zach looked back at her, "what about me?"
Amber shrugged, "how did you get so good at the guitar?"
Zach paused his playing, "well I wouldn't go that far," he resumed playing, "I've always played the guitar, it's been a hobby of mine for ages. I got into it when I was young... just the guitar, not the electric or anything."
Amber chuckled, "yeah I've been informed of the whole substitute teacher fiasco. Dewey must have told me like ten times in the first few days I arrived. The big story about him turning you guys from classical to rock," Amber paused, "and nearly getting thrown into jail for it. Good ol' Dewey, he hasn't changed."
"He's been in jail before?" Zach questioned alarmed.
Amber laughed, "no. He's just one of those guys who doesn't think before he acts. He'll do anything to get what he wants, that's just the way he is... I take after him in that sense."
"You'd do absolutely anything?"
Amber paused thoughtfully, "yeah, I guess I would. Rules have never mattered to me all that much."
"What about the people you love?" Zach asked curiously.
Amber shrugged, "I don't love anyone."
"What about your parents?"
Amber chuckled bitterly, "I never got to love them. They were never there. I was around nanny's most of my life... and I didn't love them either."
"Friends?"
"I never stayed in any school long enough to make any."
"So what's your deal then?" Zach questioned, curiously.
Amber hesitated, "I don't know. I'm just... a rebel without a cause I guess. I get bored easily, I don't like to be in one place to long."
Zach examined her face thoughtfully then he began to play, singing softly.
"I never got to love them, They were never there, So now I'm searching for my place I'm a rebel without a care"
He paused thoughtfully, "ya know with a bit of time I could write a pretty good rock song."
Amber smiled, "well I look forward to hearing it."
Zach grinned. He looked thoughtful and began to strum away looking for the right key for his song. Amber sighed, making the decision to leave him to it, she got to her feet and walked over to Freddy.
"How's it going?" she asked quietly as she leant her elbows on the bench beside his leg.
Freddy sighed and tossed the paper away from him, it slid off the side of the bench and lazily drifted to the floor, "I'm over it," he concluded with a sigh.
"So what you're just going to repeat?" Amber replied, looking up at him thoughtfully.
Freddy shrugged, "right now I don't really care to be honest."
"Your better than that." Amber stated firmly.
Freddy looked at her for several moments, "you don't know anything about me, Amber."
Amber shrugged, "no I don't," she admitted, "but I know your type. You have a lot of potential to graduate this year. If you'd stop being such a lazy ass then maybe you'd actually get some work done."
"Ya know that's kind of rich coming from you," Freddy shot back, "considering your school record isn't exactly clean."
Amber frowned, "this isn't about me."
"Of course not," Freddy frowned, "it's about me, everything bad is always about me. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it." He slid of the bench and without another room stormed out of the apartment.
Amber's mouth dropped open as Freddy stormed out of the room, slamming the front door behind him. A moment later it was reopened and Dewey stepped in a bundle of soft drinks in his arms.
"Where's Freddy going?" he questioned seeing Amber's shocked expression.
"I have no idea," Amber replied with a shake of her head, "he just stormed out."
Dewey raised an eyebrow, "what did you do now?"
Amber's mouth dropped open in mock horror, "nothing!"
Dewey rolled his eyes, "well are you going to go after him?"
Amber raised an eyebrow and replied, "Excuse me?"
Dewey shrugged, "well in today's society that's usually what you do... go after people who run off."
Amber rolled her eyes, "Dewey that's a little too much, romantic movie, everyone's- perfect-for-each-other type of thing."
Dewey looked at her.
"Fine." Amber sighed, "I'm going after the guy!"
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Amber yawned and slumped back into Dewey's sofa, closing her eyes peacefully as Zach played a soft and soothing song on his guitar. The band had taken a break half an hour ago, and they all seemed too wrapped up in their own little world to start playing together again anytime soon. Zach sat on the opposite end of the sofa strumming his guitar, Dewey had disappeared downstairs to the store to pick up some refreshments, Katie was sitting in a huddle with Temika and Marta who were whispering together and pointing at Freddy who had retreated to the kitchen and was currently sitting on the counter top reading through his algebra notes.
Overall Amber thought he looked quite endearing sitting there, his back against the wall, one of his legs dangling over the counter top, and the other bent up underneath him. The afternoon sun played softly in his blond hair, creating what almost looked like a halo effect around him.
"Determined isn't he?" Zach stated as he followed Amber's gaze.
"For a rebellious blond," Amber replied with a grin, she turned to look at Zach, "what's his deal anyway? He's got so much potential to be an academic student."
Zach shrugged, "I don't know." He began a new tune; "I've been in his class since... well forever. He's always been the same."
Amber shifted into a more comfortable position, "what about you?"
Zach looked back at her, "what about me?"
Amber shrugged, "how did you get so good at the guitar?"
Zach paused his playing, "well I wouldn't go that far," he resumed playing, "I've always played the guitar, it's been a hobby of mine for ages. I got into it when I was young... just the guitar, not the electric or anything."
Amber chuckled, "yeah I've been informed of the whole substitute teacher fiasco. Dewey must have told me like ten times in the first few days I arrived. The big story about him turning you guys from classical to rock," Amber paused, "and nearly getting thrown into jail for it. Good ol' Dewey, he hasn't changed."
"He's been in jail before?" Zach questioned alarmed.
Amber laughed, "no. He's just one of those guys who doesn't think before he acts. He'll do anything to get what he wants, that's just the way he is... I take after him in that sense."
"You'd do absolutely anything?"
Amber paused thoughtfully, "yeah, I guess I would. Rules have never mattered to me all that much."
"What about the people you love?" Zach asked curiously.
Amber shrugged, "I don't love anyone."
"What about your parents?"
Amber chuckled bitterly, "I never got to love them. They were never there. I was around nanny's most of my life... and I didn't love them either."
"Friends?"
"I never stayed in any school long enough to make any."
"So what's your deal then?" Zach questioned, curiously.
Amber hesitated, "I don't know. I'm just... a rebel without a cause I guess. I get bored easily, I don't like to be in one place to long."
Zach examined her face thoughtfully then he began to play, singing softly.
"I never got to love them, They were never there, So now I'm searching for my place I'm a rebel without a care"
He paused thoughtfully, "ya know with a bit of time I could write a pretty good rock song."
Amber smiled, "well I look forward to hearing it."
Zach grinned. He looked thoughtful and began to strum away looking for the right key for his song. Amber sighed, making the decision to leave him to it, she got to her feet and walked over to Freddy.
"How's it going?" she asked quietly as she leant her elbows on the bench beside his leg.
Freddy sighed and tossed the paper away from him, it slid off the side of the bench and lazily drifted to the floor, "I'm over it," he concluded with a sigh.
"So what you're just going to repeat?" Amber replied, looking up at him thoughtfully.
Freddy shrugged, "right now I don't really care to be honest."
"Your better than that." Amber stated firmly.
Freddy looked at her for several moments, "you don't know anything about me, Amber."
Amber shrugged, "no I don't," she admitted, "but I know your type. You have a lot of potential to graduate this year. If you'd stop being such a lazy ass then maybe you'd actually get some work done."
"Ya know that's kind of rich coming from you," Freddy shot back, "considering your school record isn't exactly clean."
Amber frowned, "this isn't about me."
"Of course not," Freddy frowned, "it's about me, everything bad is always about me. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it." He slid of the bench and without another room stormed out of the apartment.
Amber's mouth dropped open as Freddy stormed out of the room, slamming the front door behind him. A moment later it was reopened and Dewey stepped in a bundle of soft drinks in his arms.
"Where's Freddy going?" he questioned seeing Amber's shocked expression.
"I have no idea," Amber replied with a shake of her head, "he just stormed out."
Dewey raised an eyebrow, "what did you do now?"
Amber's mouth dropped open in mock horror, "nothing!"
Dewey rolled his eyes, "well are you going to go after him?"
Amber raised an eyebrow and replied, "Excuse me?"
Dewey shrugged, "well in today's society that's usually what you do... go after people who run off."
Amber rolled her eyes, "Dewey that's a little too much, romantic movie, everyone's- perfect-for-each-other type of thing."
Dewey looked at her.
"Fine." Amber sighed, "I'm going after the guy!"
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