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6. Amber Lily

Her soft honey blond hair hung down her back in light waves until they reached her size zero waist. Her crimson painted lips were twisted into a wicked smile under her perfect ski-slope nose, and her blue-gray eyes danced with amusement. Her long, tan legs were barely covered by her denim mini skirt. She wore an extremely deep v-cut tanktop...under Stephen's leterman jacket.

"Hey Jeremiah! Oh! Hey Cassidy!" Her velvety voice was practically a purr that wrang in my ears.

"You bitch!"

Before I knew what I was doing I was on my feet and less than two inches away from the wickedlylovely snarl she wore on her face.

"What's wrong? You seem a little bit upset."

"You seem like a little bit of a whore."

"Oh...is someone a wittle mad?"

She made a little fake pout with her scarlett stained lips. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking. I slapped that pout right off her face.

"Cassidy!"

Within seconds of my hand connecting with her face Jeremiah was on his feet and standing between us.

"Ow! You little bitch! You slapped me!"

"Why don't you lean in a little closer? I can give you a double take."

"Alright, that's enough of that!" Jeremiah interuppted.

He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Jeremiah! Put! Me! Down!"

"Well...I think we should be going now," he turned towards Amber, "Good luck with your face!"

I pounded my fists against his back as he jogged away.

"Jere!"

"What?"
"Put me down!"

'Alright. Alright."

He sat me back on my feet.

"Why'd you jump between us?"

You were about to get into a fight..."

"Yeah. So why'd you stop us?"

Why'd you get in the middle of me and Stephen fighting?"

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Exactly," he threw me a perfectly lop-sided smile at me.

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