At least Amber wasn't the only confused one; Thirteen seemed to be floundering with answers. Her uncertainty made her sheer impudence of giving advice tolerable; Thirteen didn't think she knew any better than Amber what to do. A good thing, too, since she didn't have the first clue what was going on. If she'd dared pose herself as an authority, Amber wouldn't have resisted pounding her face into the ground. "I kinda have." She'd told Eric things weren't working out between them, and having given up on him, she'd basically dumped him.

It'd gotten hot. Between rushing to the classroom and hunting down breakfast and Thirteen, Amber hadn't gotten around to removing her coat. She did so now, shrugging it off her back and then slipping off the sleeves. Her elbow and arm extended over Thirteen's desk, since there was hardly any space between the seats. Later she might drop off her coat in the locker room, but for now she draped it over the chair in front of her, and then crossed her legs. The sight of her skirt was just one more reason to feel bummed: it was one of her favorites, making her ass and legs look even shapelier. She'd picked it out last night thinking of capturing Eric's gaze throughout the day. Making him crazy waiting to be alone with her again. "Whatever," Amber muttered more to herself than to Thirteen.

Thirteen. She kept losing her focus. From her replies, it seemed she'd been a little drawn in, but not enough for Amber to ask about first kisses and biggest crushes. Best to keep on the subject track, see if Thirteen let out any personal information while 'sympathizing.' "Sometimes it feels like men aren't worth it."