Yay! New chapter! Fast too. Nobody really voted on my poll, so I had to improvise and pick mystery blonde boy's name myself. I know this probably isn't that important, since it says sequel right in the summary, but if you haven't already done so I'd like for you to read The Fate of the Boys before you read anymore of this story. Now, I need to warn you, it's pretty poorly written and there's some really corny parts in there, but it's got a pretty good plot so I think you'll like it. And, also, I changed Amber's friend's name to Drea because I realized that whenever I don't know what to name a character I name her Ally, or Sam if it's a boy, and I thought that I needed to make a change up. So don't get confused. Enjoy the chapter peeps!
"There you are!" Drea yelled as Amber ran into Forever 21 and jumped on her back. "Can you get off me?"
"Nah, I'm good." Drea glared at her and bent backwards, causing Amber to fall flat on her back. "Okay, OUCH!" Her best friend laughed and helped her to her feet.
"You better have been on death's door, or have some other good excuse for being later, because otherwise you're dead." Amber tossed her head back and groaned.
"Ugh, my dad. Again." Drea nodded. This was her usual excuse. Roger had always been rather reluctant to let his daughter out and risking her getting caught, though the two girls just assumed he was being protective. That, and that he thought Drea was a bad influence, which was very true. He didn't want her getting the kind of attention Drea usually demanded. Really, he'd rather she get no attention whatsoever. Drea took a good look at Amber.
"Ew, what are you wearing!" As usual, her dad had taken one look at what she was wearing and made her change into baggy jeans and a huge sweatshirt. Remember, he didn't want her getting any attention. All it would take was one person to wise up and call the cops to have him arrested. At sixteen, Amber was the spitting image of her mother, and other than the hair color and the eye color, her sister. She even had the same pixie cut her mother had been so excited about at her age, when she'd first gotten stuck on the island. No one would take too good a look at her wearing that.
"It sucks right?" Drea nodded, her eyes widened dramatically.
"No worries Ams, I thought this would happen, so," She opened up her purse and showed the inside to Amber. Inside was one of her cutest outfits. "I brought you a change of clothes. Feel free to fawn over me." Amber hugged her tightly.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" She squealed. Drea laughed again.
"C'mon, let's get you to a changing room. Wouldn't want anyone to see you in that filth." Drea grabbed Amber's hand and dragged her to the nearest changing room, then shoved her in, tossing the clothes in her face. Wasn't she a dream? Amber changed, tossing the clothes her father had forced her to wear away like they were diseased. She saw that Drea had given her options, the angel she was. She could wear a striped halter and a super mini skirt, or short-shorts and a t-shirt with a t-rex lying on its stomach and its arms reaching desperately for the ground that read, 'T-Rex hates push ups.' Hmm, such a difficult decision. Amber thought. She pulled on the graphic t-shirt and shorts (another thing she inherited from her mother was her taste in clothing), then shook her head at the micro-mini. It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's Super Mini Skirt! Saving distressed boys the precious time it takes to tell the skanks from the uber sluts! She picked the clothes up, walked out of the dressing room, and handed them to Drea.
"Thanks again Dre," Drea threw her arm around her.
"No prob, Ambi." The two girls walked out of the store and began strutting (they didn't just walk anywhere, no they had to strut. Amber got that trait from Jack) through the mall.
"Kate!" They heard a boy calling behind them. They turned and saw a blonde boy sprinting from the doors towards them. A very cute blonde boy at that. "Katie!" He reached them and then reddened. "Oops. You're not Katie." He said to Amber. She smiled.
"Well that's a relief. I'd be having one serious identity crisis if I was." The boy laughed.
"I'm really sorry. I was supposed to meet my friends by the food court, but our families just moved her, so I have no idea where the food court is. I've been looking for them for ten minutes hoping to make it easier." He explained. "You seriously look just like my friend, only she has red hair. And she's older. Sorry about the mix up." Drea smiled and batted her eyes at the boy, ever the flirt, and elbowed Amber so she'd do the same. She didn't.
"It's fine. If you want, we can walk you there." Amber offered.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you." He said.
"No, it's not a bother. We were just headed there to get some Starbuck's anyways." He smiled.
"Thanks, that'd be great!" He said, thankfully. "I'm Ricky."
"I'm Amber, and my friend who looks like she's jammed something in her eyes is Drea." Drea elbowed her again, harder this time, and Amber laughed. The three of them began walking quietly and Amber awkwardly tried to make conversation. "So, are you going to go to Chancelor High?" She asked. He nodded.
"Yea, I'm a junior, how about you?" Amber nodded.
"Yea, we're both juniors too."
"Cool." Awkward silence. "So what's the school like?" Amber mentally thanked Ricky for the question, because she had many interesting things to say about her classmates. A few minutes later, they were all cracking up.
"So let me get this straight, she keeps a jar of peanut butter in all her desks and puts chap stick on her stomach?" Ricky laughed.
"Yea! She's done it since we were little kids!" Drea said.
"Dude, that's messed up!" They laughed some more then tried to calm down. "What are the classes like?" Amber thinks about this.
"Hmm... I don't know. I think I'd have to go to tell you about that." He smiles. "Actually, it's Drea that skips class. I just sleep during it." Ricky nods his approval.
"Nice." He replies. "This place sounds great. My old school sucked. It was really small, and everyone knew absolutely everything about each other. And as much fun as staging World War III using pencils and staples as ammunition was, the repeated "D-day" got kind of old."
"What was your version of D-Day?" Amber asked.
"Well, some people called it D-day just because it started with a D, it didn't have anything to do with World War II. Whenever we misbehaved at our old school, we'd get demerits. One day, every boy in freshman and sophomore year got caught in the middle of a 'battle' in the lunch room, and 100 kids got demerits. We called it the demerit disaster and repeated it every month. I think I spent more time in that detention room than my own house." Amber and Drea laughed.
"Ricky!" They hear a girl call. Two similar looking kids, a boy and a girl, ran up.
"Where ya been man?" The boy asked.
"I got lost. Then I got this girl, Amber, confused with Katie, and after explaining the whole thing she and her friend offered to show me where the food court was." The boy smirked slightly, glancing at me and Drea.
"Ooh, you got lost, huh? It's a good thing these nice, pretty girls came and found you." Amber got a good look at Ricky's friends. They were both pretty good looking. The girl had dark red hair that fell just below her shoulders and emerald green eyes, much like her own. The boy was about six feet tall, maybe a little more, and sturdily built, with flaming red hair and twinkling blue eyes. They were obviously brother and sister, and clearly at least two years older than Drea, Ricky and Amber. Something about the two of them seemed extremely familiar to her.
"Ain't he just a stud with directions?" The girl said teasingly. "My name's Katie, this is my brother Sam, and obviously you've met our itty bitty little neighbor Ricky." Ricky glared at her.
"Shut up Katie." She grinned at him.
"Aw, you know I'm just teasing." He stuck his tongue out at her and she turned back to Amber and Drea, as did her brother.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me, I wanna guess." Sam said, examining their faces closely. "You're Amber," he said, pointing at her, "And you're Drea." They nodded.
"Yea, how'd you know?" Drea asked.
"Ricky said he got you confused with Katie, and you do kind of look like her." He replied.
"I think she looks more like mom when she was younger." Katie argued. Sam shrugged. Amber had this nagging feeling at the back of her mind, and as hard as she tried, she couldn't shake it off.
"So, are you guys going to Chancelor too?" Drea asked, changing the subject. Sam and Katie shook their heads.
"Nah, we already graduated." Sam said. "I'm a sophomore at Bradley University, and Katie's a sophomore at U of I."
"And you're friends with a sixteen year old?" Amber asked.
"Eh. Ricky's okay enough. We grew up next door to each other, and his dad is best friends with our mom, so he's kind of like a little brother to us." Katie explained.
"Plus, his mom pays us twenty bucks each for filling her in on the stuff he doesn't tell her." Sam whispered to them. "We're making easy money off this kid!" Ricky punched him in the shoulder. Katie's phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out.
"Ah, shit! Ricky, Sam, our parents need us back. Something about a lead." Katie said. "Sorry to run out on you guys, but we have to go, it's important. It was nice meeting you two!"
"later guys!" Sam said with a wave. The twins jogged off, but Ricky lagged behind.
"So, would you maybe wanna hang out sometime?" He asked hopefully. Amber nodded.
"Yea, that'd be great!" Drea and Amber traded numbers with Ricky, and then he had to go catch up to Sam and Katie before he got lost again.
"He was cute!" Drea exclaimed as soon as he was out of earshot. Amber laughed.
"You should ask him out." Drea grinned mischeviously.
"Oh, not me." She replied.
"Why not? He'd so go out with you." Amber assured her. Drea's grin returned.
"I don't know, it wasn't my ass he was checking out." Amber slapped her on the arm and her best friend laughed.
"Drea!" She laughed more.
"You like him don't you?" Amber turned red. "You two would be cute together. And don't you deny a thing, he was so flirting with you." Amber rolled her eyes.
"Yea, whatever you say Dre."
"Ricky's not really my type anyways. But Sam, that kid was a total hottie. Think he'd go for a younger girl?" Drea asked thoughtfully. Amber laughed.
"A younger girl? Drea, if he dated you it'd be cradle robbing." She teased. Drea slapped her arm and they both laughed. "C'mon, there's a Starbuck's hot chocolate with my name on it. I hear it, it calls out to me." They laughed again and headed towards the Starbuck's in the food court.
Holy bajeebus that was long. 1,943 words to be exact, not including the author's note at the beginning. I know it's painfully obvious, but still, why do you think Sam and Katie seem so strangely familiar to her? And who do you think the mysterious Mr. Ricky, neighbor de Sam and Katie is? Huh? And what do you think of Drea and Amber? Have I made Amber too similar to Leah? I think I might have. Whatevs, just please oh please review, I was so excited about the reaction I got to the last chapter, I'm so glad you liked it. And I'd really like you to check out some of my other stories if you can. Reviews would be nice!