I blinked as my guess about him laughing at me didn't come true, instead he called me a nickname. I wasn't expecting THAT to happen of all things. It seemed perhaps, he liked me. Why else would he call me that, but for all I knew it might mean something dirty. It could mean scar face for all I knew, but I liked the sound of the nickname on his lips. It seemed sweet. I didn't mind if he called me that, even if it did mean scar face.<br/>"My name is Amber, but I don't mind if you call me that. As long as you have the courage to tell me the meaning of it someday."<br/>I looked over at my sister who was glaring daggers at me. Probably a warning not to steal her potential boyfriend away from her. Figures, she sees someone who is cute and is already imagining he belongs to her. That was the way she was, thinking she was a queen even with the rags she wore. She always had a look of someone who owned the school even with how poor she was. She had a way of being popular unlike myself.<br/>"Your close, that isn't a friend of my sister but is my sister. You think she looks like a snob? I guess your not interested in becoming popular then?"<br/>If he responded yes, happiness would flow through my body. It seemed most people cared about how they looked, and how many friends they had. Really, what would make me happy would be one good friend. Maybe even a boyfriend, but with how ugly everyone said I was, I doubted any sane guy would be interested in me.<br/>"Kay says she's shy...but how she acts she isn't shy at all. I think she just wanted me to look like a fool so she would look good to you. I'm glad you don't play those games. People who do that kind of thing disgust me."<br/>I glared at my sister, then held out a hand to him.<br/>"I would be happy to show you around the school! Your nicer than what I thought you would be. I thought you would laugh at me for admitting I wasn't popular."<br/>Looking over him, he seemed cute to me. At first I was thinking of getting to him to get at my sister, but with how nice and good looking he was...it seemed maybe this whole thing went beyond that. But what was the chance that he would like damaged goods like me! Well...at least he wasn't interested in my sister! That would really depress me! Right now, a stir of happiness at being close to a cute boy that might like me was welling up inside me.