Amber Alert

At the sound of the voice, Trent instantly pushed the other boy away. A little too hard, in fact, knocking Gavin into the tree behind him. It happened so fast Gavin didn’t even have time to look at who had caught them before feeling the pain in his back and wincing. It was Trent who first saw her, when he wheeled around, his black face as pale as could be. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the bright sun, as she stood, legs parted with her hands on her hips in a pleaded skirt and a light, pastel blue, almost see-through blouse, her black padded bra clearly visible beneath.

“Ah, Amber!” Trent felt sick. Of all people to catch them, Amber was possibly the worst. “What are you doing here?”

“I came for the party,” she said, leaning slightly to look around the wide black teen at Gavin. “Why were you helping that boy with his pants?”

Trent swallowed hard. “What?”

“His shorts. I just saw you with your hands on his shorts.” She turned over an open palm at Gavin. “Who even is this kid?”

“This is Gavin, from school,” Trent explained, breathing more normally. Since her leading question wasn’t about sucking the face off some other guy, he felt safe to continue. “He asked me to train him.”

“This is what you’ve been doing instead of hanging out with me and answering my calls?” She half screeched, her voice rising so dramatically in volume that birds fled from nearby trees. “It’s worse than I thought. It’d be bad if you were with Tanya, but you’re out here, helping this nerd? That’s just wrong.”

“Ow,” Gavin groaned as he straightened up, and took a proper look at what was going on in front of him. Seeing the blonde cheerleader. Gavin’s surprise was much the same as Trent’s. “Amber?”

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked Gavin point blank, receiving a confused stare in reply. “Can’t you even tie your own shorts?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, glancing down to make sure there was nothing wrong with his bottoms. “My shorts are-”

“Haha, yeah, that’s Gavin, silly old Gavin, can’t even tie his own shorts,” Trent let out a fake laugh as he elbowed Gavin, shutting him up. Turning his head away from Amber he whispered, “Don’t say anything, unless you want her to know I was just touching your junk.”

“Oh, oooh, okay, yeah, Trent was helping me tie my shorts,” Gavin agreed to fool the cheerleader. “Anyway, what are you doing here, Amber?”

“I already told Trent, I’m here for the party,” Amber said, her eyes constantly moving up and down Gavin’s body, judging him. “But no one told me nerds were invited.”

“Amber, stop calling him a nerd,” Trent was quick to correct her the second time. “Yeah, he’s book-smart and good with computers, but he’s also a cool guy.”

“Oh, lord, it’s worse than I thought.” She put a hand to her forehead, distressed. “You’re not just helping him; you’ve actually befriended the loser.”

“Charming,” Gavin remarked, though he admitted to himself that he hadn’t expected Trent to stand up for him.

“Wait. Did you say that you came for the party?” Trent asked, desperately trying to change the subject. “Didn’t you get the text from Heather?”

“Yeah, the text said that the party was today,” Amber insisted, her tone noticeably warming up as she took her eyes off Gavin and looked up at Trent.

“No, the text said that party time was changed to tomorrow,” Trent shook his head. “The second text, late last night, did you get that one?”

“Yes! And it says the party is today,” Amber retorted stubbornly.

“Excuse me, what text?” Gavin reluctantly interjected himself into their argument. “I lost my phone.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s not a big deal,” Amber said off-handily. “Probably no one even contacts you that often anyway.”

“Amber!” Trent growled, starting to wonder if she had always been this bitchy or if it was just because he was hanging around with the wrong sorts of people. Had she always made fun of the school outcasts this much? Had he? Swallowing his guilt, he explained to Gavin, “Heather sent a text last night about the party that was supposed to happen today. It got postponed until tomorrow.”

“Can I see your phone?” Gavin asked, holding out his hand to Amber.

“What for?” Amber asked, as if it weren’t clear from context.

“I want to check what the message Heather sent you says,” Gavin replied carefully, and calmly, treating her with the delicate touch of a bomb poised to explode.

“Mmmm, I dunno.” Amber chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes gave him a once over again. “You might do something weird with it.”

“Like what?” Trent demanded incredulously.

“I dunno, like download porn,” She replied with the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m not going to download porn on a stranger’s phone outside in the middle of the forest with two people watching me,” Gavin asserted, wondering what kind of creep Amber thought he was, besides a ‘nerd’ and a ‘loser’.

“And anyway, I’ve seen the filthy messages that are on your phone,” Trent added. “Porn would be a step in the right direction.”

“Those messages are for your eyes only,” she said, making a kissy face at the black teen as she caved and handed over her phone.

“Ah, yeah, by the way, don’t, um, don’t look at the messages she sent to me,” Trent told him, feeling as if he were trying to keep two of his girlfriends in the dark about each other.

“Yeah, unless you want to see big, black dick pics,” Amber said, laughing.

Neither man laughed with her or said anything at all. Gavin didn’t want her to know that he had, in fact, seen that big, black dick up close and personal, that he’s even sucked on it and taken it in his asshole. And Trent certainly didn’t want her to know that he didn’t mind if Gavin saw the photos, even wondering with mild curiosity whether Gavin would like them as much as Amber said she had. He felt that big, black dick of his twitch inside his shorts, and shut his eyes, trying not to get turned on. Gavin had a similar problem, but chose to focus on the task at hand, deftly moving through the foreign phone to reach Amber’s messages. Beneath conversations with Trent, Tanya and Sharon, there was a folder of Heather’s messages.

“No, Trent’s right,” Gavin said, as his eyes skimmed the top text. “It says that the party will be postponed until tomorrow.”

“No, he’s not,” Amber snapped defiantly, snatching the phone back and reading the text for herself. “See, it says ‘the next day’. Today is the next day.”

“Today is the next day from yesterday, when the text was sent,” Gavin corrected her. “Tomorrow is the next day from when the party was meant to happen.”

Amber stared at him blankly for a moment. “That makes no sense.”

“Well, the party was originally set for today. Why would she send a message telling people that there was a change of plans, and then tell people to come on the same day that it was already organised for?” Gavin challenged her.

“I don’t know. To confirm that everyone knew when to come,” Sensing that she was losing the argument, even if she didn’t know why, she turned to Trent. “Can we leave already? This guy is boring me.”

“Leave and go where?” Trent asked with a raised eyebrow. “Gavin has to come with us. He’s staying at the cabin. He has been all Spring Break.”

“You got invited to the Ravers’ Cabin over me?” She looked again at Gavin, slack-jawed, before cursing the absent Ravers heiress. “What the hell, Heather? It was bad enough when I thought Heather and Ashley were just trying to keep all the hot guys to themselves. But then they invited this dweeb? What gives?”

Gavin rolled his eyes at the third insult. Though, he had to give her some credit, at least she wasn’t sticking with the same one every time.

“I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to spend two weeks with you,” he quipped sarcastically, though looking back, the invite had surprised him at the time. If it weren’t for Brandon and Zack’s budding friendship, he probably never would have gotten any closer to Ashley or Heather than a brief, passing smile in the hallway.

“Um, can you not flirt with me, kay, thanks,” Amber said with a derisive side glance, the nuance of his statement going completely over her head.

“Can we just go back now?” Trent motioned for them to move along the trail.

Amber marched ahead of the two boys, who fell in side by side. She was a good few steps a head of them, so Gavin felt fairly secure in leaning towards Trent and speaking in a low voice. Though, even if she did happen to hear them, he was also confident that he could tell her anything and convince her to believe it.

“Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is she?” Gavin said.

“True, though, it’s not usually her brains that I hang out with her for,” Trent acknowledged, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I can only guess what that might be,” Gavin joked again, eyeing her toned ass beneath the pleated skirt.

“She’s not all that bad, really, once you get beneath the attitude,” Trent defended her, disliking the feeling of being caught between two of his friends. “Sharon is the real bitch. Amber and Tanya just imitate her, like…those things that jump off cliffs together?”

“Jump off cliffs? Oh, you mean Lemmings?” Gavin asked. “You know they’re not actually committing suicide. That’s just a misconception. They just trying to find a new habitat, but if the body of water is too…”

“What are you boys whispering about?” Amber asked, turning around and walking backwards. “Me, I hope.”

“You know that pussy is my hobby. I was just telling Gavin here what a sweet ride you are,” Trent licked his lips as he made a spinning motion with finger. “Now turn that ass back around so I can watch you walk.”

With a giggle Amber complied, making an extra effort to make swing her hips this time, her short skirt bouncing with every flounce, bobbing up and down and showing off her asscheeks encased in a pair of pink cotton panties.

“But only Trent is allowed to look,” she said, smiling venomously at Gavin over her shoulder.

Gavin waited for her to look away, then intentionally, spitefully stared at her firm, round rump, watching it flash them with every gentle bounce.

“Sharon isn’t really all that bad either. Bran told me that Ashley says she just has a lot to live up to. Maybe if there was a guy out there who could play her games long enough to get past the bullshit down to her core, she might mellow out, but…” the black teen shrugged. He’d fooled around with the redhead once or twice, but nothing more than that. It had been fun, but that’s all it was, and they both knew it. “I’m not that man.”

“Why do they follow Sharon around anyway?” Gavin asked. “Heather’s the captain of the squad. Wouldn’t they want to get close to her instead?”

“Would that they could, my man,” Trent replied, as the tree line gave way and they approached the cabin. “But Heather doesn’t really care about the social order. She chose Amber, Tanya and Sharon because they’re the best cheerleaders, and as far as the squad, that’s all that matters. I guess Sharon is probably smart enough to know that social positions don’t matter much either, but putting other people down makes her feel better about herself. And she praises Amber and Tanya when they do it too. I can’t really judge them though, I’ve fallen into that trap myself sometimes.”

“So, you’re saying that peer pressure is the reason most of the girls at school look down on me?” Gavin said, only partly joking this time, as he continued to overtly watch Amber’s ass, her skirt floating even higher as she ascended the steps to the cabin door.

“Well, you can take some solace in that. At least it’s nothing personal.”