CHAPTER 17 First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/805544080/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1051143734/ Next: ... POV: Dean Amber took me into the hall and lugged me along to another classroom. I couldn't look at anything straight. I wasn't brave enough for this. I heard Amber saying some sweet things to console me. I knew I shouldn't have been enjoying her company, she was part of the reason all the disappearances were happening. "Hey. Hey." Amber's steady voice pulled me out of the void I had lost my head in, "It's okay. You're with me now." It may have been my imagination, but Amber's face seemed to be tinged red, and her ears seemed a little bit of a brighter pink. "Thanks..." I managed to croak out not even realising how bad of an idea that was. I grabbed my hair harshly. She would've killed me if we weren't in a public place, and I would've sat there. Frozen. "Why did she attack you? She never even talks---" Amber cut herself off eyes growing wider, "You don't have to answer that." I took a deep steadying breath, "No it's okay... I was asking her if she was okay." I decided to lie. If Amber was involved I couldn't risk her finding out my true intentions until the time was right. Amber's eyes narrowed in suspicion before she sighed in what I took to be relief. "Umm..." She called as I started to maneuver myself to get up, "Would... would you maybe... want to go out with me?" Dean looked at her scared to move a muscle and still stuck on what had just happened, but he figured if he was gonna start something he was going to finish it, "I'd love to." He spoke so politely it almost gave away his intentions, and it seemed very out of character for his semi-rebellious self. Amber smiled and started to walk out the room, "I'll text you." Dean smiled back a fake smile raising his eyebrows as soon as she was out of eyeshot. Since when did she have his number, and who did she get it from?
