This Lil' Hottie Was A Geek

A bullet for my Valentine

(Fays POV)

"Uncle Stan," Amber hissed, "move out the way and you," she pointed her gun at Luis, "you, step away from him."

Luis didn't move right away. His eyes landed on Austen, who nodded. Slowly, Luis took several steps away from Stan, who unfortunatly, was still holding his gun.

"Why are you doing this?" Jason asked her, "what do you get out of this?"

Amber grinned. "That's such a stupid question. Obvious and stupid but I'll tell you why since you're not going to live much longer. It's the least I could do."

That bitch actually giggled. Giggled! Mental institution anyone?

"I've always been watching you," she began, smiling ever so sweetly at Austen. "Even before you returned totally hot, my eyes never left you. I noticed how you always followed Fay, who hasn't? Who couldn't? You were so in love with her no one could miss the adoration in your eyes."

Amber glared at me. "Only Fay had been stupid enough to not notice. The more I watched Austen watch over her with such gentleness, patience and so much love that I wanted to puke. But suddenly, I found myself yearning for the same thing. I wanted someone to love me like that. With that intensity.

"It just wasn't fair, you know?" She looked at everyone, willing them to understand her point of view. "It wasn't fair that a girl like Fay, rough and totally unfeminine could have someone like Austen who adored the ground she walked on, and she didn't even notice it.

"The more I saw him suffer because of her blindness and insensitivity, the more I became angry. Soon I couldn't help but like poor Austen, couldn't help but fall for him."

Amber's eyes moistened, glancing at Austen. "I found myself watching you and the more I watched, the more I learned that there was more to you then the "weak puppy" Austen that everyone knew. You were a man, more than a man than anyother of those guys. I could see it."

"So what?" Luis interupted, "you decided to knock Fay out of the way?"

Amber turned her attention to him, but she wasn't stupid enough to let her guard down. The gun she held never wavered. "Well, not at first. I admit I hated her guts but I never once thought of killing her. That is until Austen came back from summer break. I was at the club that night, when Austen sang. No one else knew but I did. I knew I was looking at Austen. He was different, more masculine, beautiful and utterly male but he was still Austen. Then he came to school looking like some hobo reject. It didn't take me much to realize that Fay must have made him come to school like that."

Amber turned her angry eyes at me, hand tightening on the gun. "You humiliated him because you didn't want anyone to see his change. Didn't want to share him. You were mean, spiteful and a selfish bitch. I knew you didn't deserve Austen. You never did."

"Don't," Austen said softly, "relax your hold on the trigger, Amber."

Amber stiffened visibly than her face crumpled with pain. "See? Even now you're trying to protect her. Even though she put you through so much. You're too soft on her, I knew that, that's why Fay had to go. Disappear from your life so you can have someone who would love you. Cherish you."

"And I suppose you were fit for the job," I said dryly. My friends shot me warning looks, telling me to keep my mouth shut before the psycho chick blows my brains out. Ok, right-O.

"That's right," Amber lifted her chin up, "there was no one who loved him more than I. No one who knew him more. Accepted him. Unlike you. You practically abused him emotionally. When you suddenly stopped talking to him and he began to avoid you I knew something was up. So when you approached him that day after school I followed you two and heard everything. He confessed to you yet you crushed his love like a bug. Poor Austen. But by than I already had my plans in motion.