<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_15.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Stoneley<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving in the lunch hall<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Afreeing to the plan, Meeting a guy, who seems to be hitting on her<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Sam Johnson<br/><hr/><br/>I was late leaving class because of some stupid tee-blank-blank-tee who insisted on interrupting the teacher at every opportunity. Finally we got out of class, about five minutes after the bell had gone. I made my way to the canteen or cafeteria or whatever they called it over here. Heck in a country that calls a boot a trunk, calls rounders softball, calls rugby football, calls football soccer, calls a motorway a freeway, calls a toll road a turnpike, calls a tramp a bum and calls a bum a donkey, they probably called it a grubstore or something... I stopped and looked around.<br/><br/>I caught a glimpse of a familiar shock of black curly hair heading out of he other door. One thing about being identical twins, I always know what the back of my own head looks like. Wait, was that<em>Carmen</em>? With my sister? My phone played a cute little jingle, and I pulled it from my bag. 1 new text message from Beryl.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=196306.msg9629865#msg9629865">Quote from: Haibane on 22-02-2014, 12:49:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">&lt;&lt;Got mistakn 4u by Carmen! If u see Sam make out yr me! Txt bk. Let me kno wots happening.&gt;&gt;</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I glared a the phone, almost about to run after them, then my sense of devilment came out. Beryl was suggesting a swapsie, like we used to do. And she wouldn't dare fuck things up between me and Carmen, because if she did... I grinned.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">&lt;&lt;u cow! u bhave or i tell him u got syfilis!!! ;-) this will b fun!&gt;&gt;</tt><br/><br/>Yes, I know how to spell syphilis, but I was sending a text, okay? I had just tapped send when this really cute guy came dashing up, apologising for being late, and going on about some club or other. I could only assume this was Sam.<br/><br/>"Uh, hey. It's fine, I only just got here. look, uh could you hang on a sec, I could really use a drink and a sandwich?" I slid away, not because I was hungry - I was but..., but because this<em>boy</em>was looking at me like I was some kind of sex object... Well, okay, that wasn't fair, but he was looking at me the way Carmen looks at me, and it made me all creeped out. This was a guy, with a *shudders*<em>penis</em>! That produced<em>sperm</em>! EEEW!<br/><br/>I joined the queue and got some food, A pastrami on rye and a chicken club salad sandwich. Damn but the Yanks have perfected something that the English invented there. A sandwich that's three centimetres thick, and the bread is less than half of that! A carton of something fruity rounded that off. With food in me, I felt better able to cope, I would at least have something to throw up if he started getting mushy. I headed back to where he was waiting. "Now, what was this about a club? I dunno. I mean, I'm only seventeen. I don't want to get in any trouble...." I sat at a table and ate slowly, trying to remember everything Beryl had told me about this guy. Assuming it was the same guy... "Sam?" I asked hoping to innocently confirm it was him. If it wasn't this would be awkward, of course... "I mean, you're a nice guy and everything, but, I don't really know much about you.... Talk to me...!"