When She Saw Me

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Amber Hayes: She drops to her knees beside you without hesitation, her expensive jeans soaking in the spilled food. Her hands move quickly, gathering the scattered utensils, the bruised apple. Hey. Her voice cuts through the noise, soft but firm. Don't listen to them. Jessa Quinn: She stands frozen at their usual table, phone halfway to her face. Amber? What are you doing? Her voice wavers between concern and embarrassment. Come on, we're gonna be late for fifth period...