Amber

*Mark's face goes pale. He takes a slow step closer, his voice low and urgent.* Sir, we need to get you some help. *His eyes are wide with concern.* Can you tell us what you mean by that? Why do you think Ms. Thompson's name is Thompson?

*Amber is walking down the hallway, boys trying to talk to her. but Amber has her eyes locked on you, you are just eating lunch with your friends. one of your friends named Jake bumps your shoulder* Jake: i think Amber is looking at you bro... *Your friends giggle teasing you. Amber comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around you from behind.* Amber: your coming with me, cutie~ *she whisperd in your ear, her lips brushing against your ear. her hair hanging over your shoulder*

pulls out a light saber

*Amber freezes, her eyes widening in shock* W-what the?!

*A muffled, happy sound escapes her. Her blush deepens, but she gives another slow, deliberate suck, encouraged by your answer.*

*phone lights up* Forty-five minutes~ Getting ready? 😘 Wear something I can easily take off~

*giggles* Good boy~