❛ oh honey, you get what
you ask for ❜

AMBER NIEVES LIKES TO THINK SHE WAS RAISED TO BE PROBLEMATIC.

By fourteen, Amber had recognised the first signs of manipulation that spewed from her mother's cherry painted lips. She knew that it had to do something with the fact that her mother had a habit of sticking her powdered nose into everyone's business so that when an opportunity should arise, she had a royal flush to bring to the table and wreak havoc. Amber had a feeling since she was always surrounded by her mother's influence, it had somehow wormed into her habits and now she was a breathing replica of her fastidious mother who would throw her curled hair back and beckon gentleman around her.

Amber loathed the fact that there would always be a part of her that would always belong to her darling mother, a part of her that she couldn't cover up with endless snarls or time. Whether it was in the way she curled her lips, fluttered her eyelashes or spoke - there have been moments where Indigo had stilled in his step and blanched white.

When she was seventeen, Amber recognised that certain situations called for certain measures. No longer were the days where dirtying her hem were her greatest worries, her greatest trouble was being discovered by a higher power who demanded respect through means of fear and force. Situations where you had to run, hide, stay silent and keep your screams in your throat - where you had to clasp your fingers over your brother's trembling mouth, clutching him close as his body heaved with sobs. Situations where you wished you never felt the beating of your heartbeat in your neck, a place where the wicked kissed and murmured words of approval.

As time passed her greatest troubles often morphed into modern messes, they were never truly centred on her world yet she still orbited around them. Time had hardened her into someone that the others never thought she would become, an enigma of the theoretical concept she represents - a malicious driven individual with a taste for suffering.

She was simply a child who was moulded into a form that didn't fit her imploding nature, and therefore it cracked leaving her free and boundless. She was wild in the sense that she never listened to the consequences that would follow when she spat out the poison. Amber was driven by pure malice and a discontent with her world, she shook the roots of others world - sometimes ripping them out to only trample on them.

It wasn't unexpected that she would clash horrendously with people; it wasn't shocking that Amber left them in ruins, spat over their ashes and left them to pile in the corners forgotten and worthless. It wasn't a shock to Indigo who had witnessed his sister's transformation, to always know the end results when Amber picked her fights. Indigo loved his sister with every being of his weary soul, he admired her strength but there was always a part of him that was ashamed of what he failed to stop. He gathered that his weak attributes came from his father - he didn't have the eye for manipulation, the strength to truly ruin someone or the malicious smile that Amber had seemingly inherited quite strongly from their mother. The only thing he ever inherited from his mother was her rambunctious curls and wide eyes; even then they were never cold or malicious.

He never recognised the first signs of the festering inside his sister; he never witnessed the first tears she ever shed for someone other than herself or the very first victim that fell under her snarls. It seemed that these days he only ever had his head buried in his aged books, his fingers pinching the thinning pages as his sister left someone in the dust. Indigo Nieves had learnt to accept that his sister was filled with very ugly feelings and that she hadn't found a way to bleed it out. He often wondered if she ever looked for a way to rid herself of the feelings - it seemed that she had found comfort in her misery and suffering. It scared him to think that there was a possibility that she will never be rid of it.

"The school isn't so bad," Alice commented from the driver's seat of her Porsche, outside the rain drummed steadily against the car window. Indigo's eyes follow the little raindrops that raced each other down the glass, behind their transparent bodies the forests of Forks blurred past rapidly. It was early in the morning; the clouds above them were mottled with shades of grey and blacks - a promise that their day will be filled with threats of a downpour.

His fingers itched at the chance to explore these colours, it had been too long since he allowed himself to indulge in the practice of water colouring his surroundings. The last time was in the scorching heat of Egypt, he remembered the way the watercolour had faded on his skin leaving residues of a conglomeration of ruby reds and golden yellows against his brown skin. He remembered waking up sticky in sweat, the colours had run onto his forearm and the way Benjamin and Tia's eyes had widened at the sticky canopy of colours that had stained their silken sheets.

How he wanted to decorate his arm in the rich, dense colours of green and brown, to watch the colours bleed together to form a reflection of what he saw every morning. He wanted to paint beauty onto himself, he wanted to paint away the imperfections he was burdened with - paint away the guilt he felt and replace it with innocence.

Beside him Amber sent Alice a feral glare through the rear-view mirror, her ochre eyes darkening in fury at the unfortunate situation they had found themselves in. They had both awoken that morning to the news that they would be attending Forks high school alongside Bella, Edward, Jasper and Alice for the remainder of their senior year. The idea hadn't fully bothered Indigo; he quite liked the idea of having a routine again and a purpose after so many months - he just dreaded the fact that Amber despised the entire concept and therefore these next few months wouldn't be easy for him or the Cullens.

"Did I fucking ask?" Amber snapped as her arms instinctively tightened in their position of being crossed against her chest. Indigo frowned slightly at his sister's behaviour before lowering his eyes away from the beauty of Forks and back to his tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice, nibbling on his lower lip slightly. Even a blind man could see that that Amber was royally pissed off, see the anger bubbling underneath her skin threatening to burst and engulf everything in her path.

Amber was furious that she didn't get a choice to politely decline the invitation to attend a puny high school in the middle of nowhere because she had to apparently keep up appearances in front of Edward's little girlfriend and the town. Amber couldn't give two flying fucks about what Isabella or the town thought about her or her decisions; it was none of their business as to what she did to occupy herself during her temporary stay with the Cullens. It wasn't like she was going to stroll into town and introduce herself to everyone; the mere thought of talking to people caused her skin to crawl in disgust. She had no time for people who were worth little to her, she didn't care if they were Gandhi reincarnated or if they won Forks annual bake-off, she didn't want to interact with them or even accept their existence. They were just another face that she would forget, another person who would die and be forgotten and she didn't have a problem with that.

She wished that she did more than slog Emmett in the head with her school bag that morning, she was brimming with anger. She was angry that Isabella's wellbeing was placed on a golden pedestal and that her feelings were taken into consideration when it came to herself and Indigo. Why did they have to keep up appearances in front of Isabella fucking Swan? She already knew that her boyfriend and his ragtag family were bloodsucking mutants who preyed on household pets.

She owed the Cullens nothing and she wasn't going to start respecting their wishes, she didn't care for their wellbeing or the façade they put up in front of the mortals. Amber found their little cover-up story fucking bullshit. Who in their right mind would believe that two people would willingly adopt five teenage children when they were basically just out adolescent themselves?

Amber would then remember that Isabella fucking Swan fell in love with a brooding, whiny overgrown toddler, it seemed as if Forks was a cesspool of blundering idiots who fell for the dramatic stories whispered from Michelangelo's gargoyles.

Of course, they would believe Carlisle's Cullen's story as they would believe that Indigo and she were family friends from India staying with them. It was the perfect cover up for the fact that the Cullen had the unfortunate responsibility of taking care of the infamous Nieves twins until their time was up.

Alice's hands tightened on the steering wheel slightly at Amber's tone while Jasper, who was currently occupying the passenger seat, let out a small, irritated sigh.

"I was just reassuring both of you," Alice said, her eyes flinting to the rear-view mirror where she met with Indigo's soft eyes, he sent a small grateful smile, "Forks doesn't get too many new faces, they will curious." Alice sent a beaming smile back in return before turning her attention back to the road.

"I wonder why." Amber scoffed, adjusting herself so that her body was facing Indigo, her back pressing up against the car door. She sent him a disgruntled look; Indigo only lifted his lips slightly in a wincing smile before averting his eyes back to his book. She merely raised an eyebrow at him before resting her head against the window, her head bouncing slightly as the car drove over uneven asphalt.

"It allows us to remain inconspicuous." Jasper's voice rang out tensely from the front.

"You do realise that this is a small town, you are literally the opposite of inconspicuous."

Jasper opened his mouth to retaliate but Alice had pulled up into the student parking lot next to Edward's Volvo. She cut off the engine and sent Amber an annoyed look, "Do try and be pleasant at least, no one wants to deal with your attitude in the morning." She then promptly exited the car with Jasper following in pursuit. As Alice had warned, most of the eyes in the parking lot had zoned onto where the Cullen family were standing.

"What do you say to me hot wiring this car and leaving?" Amber asked Indigo who stopped fiddling with his backpack straps and sent her a flat look.

"Amber, you don't know how to hotwire."

"It's never too late to try." She retorted as her eyes followed a few students who stumbled up the entrance stairs, blowing into their hands to warm them up. Near what seemed to be an outdoor oasis Amber saw a greasy boy brandish a newspaper in front of a girl's face. There was muffled yelling before the girl retaliated in pushing it away from her face, tightening her blonde ponytail and storming off, a brunette rushing after her. Indigo snorted at her remark before opening the car door and slipping out, he swung his bag over his left shoulder and sent his sister a pointed look.

"Come on, Jasper looks pained," Indigo noted softly, his eyes leaving Amber briefly to glance at Jasper who was impatiently waiting by the Volvo for Amber to get out of the car. She snatched up her backpack, let out a string of curses before thrusting open the door and stepping out onto the slightly frosted bitumen. Immediately the cold air of Forks hit her at full force and she almost ducked back into the warmth of the car.

"Mahadeva must really hate me." She groaned and tightened the jacket around her, burying her nose into the folds of her scarf. Indigo walked around the back of the boot of the car to join her, Amber recognised his hunched in posture as a sign of nervousness. She knew that the near entirety of the car park was currently eyeing them - she hoped that they were, in fact, looking at the disgusting display of affection that Edward and Isabella were sharing.

Amber swivelled around slightly and looked at Alice who was still silently conversing with Jasper, licking her dry lips she pushed off from where she was leaning against the car.

"Pixie, we are freezing our fucking tits off."

II

In all honesty, Amber should have expected the Cullen's unusual tendencies. Tendencies which she found utterly useless, so what if she found that the Cullens would order cafeteria coffee every morning really fucking stupid?

They weren't going to drink, just stare at it until it grew cold and lumpy in its cheap cardboard cup. It annoyed Amber more than she could say; the only reasonable excuse she could think of was that Alice had a secret flask in which she spiked her own coffee with moose blood. Seeing people who would order a hot drink and just let it sit there would raise a few questionable looks, thoughts would stray along the lines of labelling that certain person a psychopath. Amber supposed they weren't straying too far from the truth; Alice was a full-blown fucking psychopath who would always click her heels twice in the morning. She couldn't say much for the rest as she avoided them like a plague, although she swears Edward would comb his hair left before flicking it right, which was really fucking stupid.

Amber knew she was always a straightforward person, she didn't click her heels twice in the morning or fill her glass up to the brim before pouring some out like she oversaw Indigo do. She didn't dawdle with anything, she knew exactly what she wanted and that has never changed. She didn't find herself trying new things; she wasn't even tempted with Fork's 'monthly' coffee special that they advertised in poorly crafted signs. She ordered her usual coffee and sat closest to the exit, the table the Cullens occupied had a decent view of the entire cafeteria. The heat from her cardboard cup warmed her chilled fingers which she was grateful for, despite being in Forks for about three days in total, she still hadn't adjusted to the coolness Fork's always emitted.

Amber always took longer to adjust to climate changes but it always took her a while to adjust to abrupt changes. That was evident through the way she winced as she sipped her coffee, it just didn't taste the same anymore ever since she left Egypt. She had ordered her usual small cup of chocolate latté with one packet of sugar, she had taken one sip of this so-called coffee and it had tasted like boiled water with a sprinkling of dirt.

She remembers her coffee in Egypt tasting of summer and everything that surrounded her; heat, marble and silken pillows that sweetly smelt of incense. Now she was stuck in a dingy cafeteria with Indigo beside her stirring his four packets of sugar into his hot chocolate. She watches as he sips it like it was a luxury; he always loved the simple things in life.

Around her, the cafeteria is a cacophony of loud chatter, each table a confined huddle of people were raising their voices to be heard above the din. The coffee is secondary to the information to the gossip exchanged over chapped lips, over the dull backpacks lay forgotten on the tabletop, alliances are created and gossip is traded. Amber sat back in her chair and cast her eyes about as if in a wandering daydream but she is really taking note of who associates with who. If she was going to ignore and repel the general gist of students, she had to know who to snub.

Her eyes found Isabella and Edward who were sitting a few tables away with the same boy who shoved a newspaper in front of the blonde girl's face; he was talking animatedly while Isabella sat there with a wandering look on her face. Beside her, a dark-haired girl pushed the rim of her glasses up her nose and asked Isabella a question, it took a few seconds for Isabella to register someone was talking to her, she abruptly sat up and blinked in her direction. Amber scoffed under her breath and Jasper beside her looked her way, his golden eyes seemed to shine brighter than usual under the cafeteria lights.

"Angela is asking about you," Jasper said, his eyes flickered back to the dark-haired girl and then back at Amber.

"Oh?" Amber inquired in disinterest; she follows Jasper's look and saw Angela looking at her and Indigo with curious eyes, there was no hint of malice in them just open friendliness. Isabella turned around to look and when she met with Amber's eyes she quickly glanced away. Indigo, at hearing his sister's voice, looked up at them and follow where they were looking. He saw this bespectacled girl looking at them and he flushed slightly. "What is she saying?"

"Why don't you go over there and ask?" Jasper answered, a satisfied smirk resting on his lips. Amber glowered at him before grabbing her bag and slinging it over her left shoulder, beckoning for Indigo to stand up as the bell rung out indicating the start of the schooling day.

"You're real funny Texan." She spat before surging into the crowd with Indigo stumbling after her. She shoved past a clump of girls who were eyeing Edward but his attention was on Amber, a clear dislike shining in his eyes. Isabella beside him gently patted his hand and mumbled something to him; he only nodded slightly before he too disappeared from view.

"Have you got Math with Mr Varner first?" Indigo inquired, looking over at Amber's schedule which was wrinkled in her fist. He glanced around the corridors and then back down at his schedule, his thick eyebrows furrowing together. Amber sucked in her bottom lip before shaking her head, flattening her own schedule out against her stomach before looking down at it again.

"No, English with Mr Berty," she frowned before adding on, "what kind of name is that?"

Indigo shrugged before folding his schedule neatly and placing it in his sweater pocket, shrugging his backpack comfortable on his back. Amber was about to grab a random kid to tell them where their classroom was when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Immediately, she tensed up and went to release a string of curses when Indigo gently grabbed her hand. Behind them was Angela Webber, a smile illuminating her features.

"I was told that you two would be having trouble finding your classes," she said and adjusted a textbook tucked underneath her arm, "Edward came to find me asking if I could help out, I'm Angela Webber."

"Indigo Nieves and this is my sister Amber." Indigo quickly shot in before Amber could make a smart remark, he stuck his hand out and Angela grinned in welcoming and shook his hand back, balancing the textbook so it wouldn't clatter to the floor. Amber just sent a tight smile but left her hands beside her, Angela shrugged her odd behaviour off before glancing down at Amber's schedule.

"Oh you have English first, my friend Lauren has that class." Angela then scanned the corridor and pointed an electric blue painted finger at a classroom; Amber nodded in recognition before pushing past the crowd in the direction of the classroom. She didn't wait for a reply or bid goodbye to them, there was no point in seeing that she would see Indigo soon enough. He was more than capable to handle himself, Angela seemed nice enough so Indigo was in no real danger, he would just have to swallow his anxiety.

Entering the English class, she moved to hand her slip for the teacher to sign. Around her, the chairs were being snatched up by the incoming students leaving Amber no choice but to sit beside either a freckled haired boy who was scribbling something down in his notebook or beside the blonde she saw earlier on in the morning. Choosing the latter, she unceremoniously dropped her bag beside her and slumped in her seat, ignoring the probing look the blonde sent her.

"I'm Lauren; I heard you were from India." Lauren angled herself to face Amber who didn't even give recognition that she heard the question, she simply grabbed a pen and notebook from her bag and begun to write the date. Lauren continued as if she didn't realise that Amber was promptly ignoring her, "Is it true that you are staying with the Cullens?"

Amber sighed in annoyance her sharp eyes narrowed down on the fishy eyed blonde, "It's none of your business Lacey, if you wouldn't mind I want to listen." Amber had no desire to listen or learn anything in this cramped classroom but it was better than hear Lauren's nasally voice in her ear.

Lauren looked a bit taken back; her lips opened in a soft oh shape before she seemed to snap out of her shock and raise an eyebrow, "It's Lauren and I was just asking simple questions no need to get defensive." She flicked her short cornsilk blonde hair away from her face, her pink painted nails drumming against the wooden surface of the desk.

Amber rolled her eyes.

"Apparently Bella says that you'll be with them until the end of her senior year, something about your parents travelling and-"

"And you believe what Isabella says?" Amber cut her off hotly, fingers tightening on her pen. Another irritated look was sent to Lauren who was slowly beginning to realise the hostility that surrounded this ethnic looking girl. Nevertheless, Lauren's eyes glimmered in nothing short of cruel satisfaction and she smiled brightly at Amber.

"You don't like her either? I don't get the whole hoorah over her - she's just this pale chick from Arizona who started dating the untouchable Edward Cullen merely weeks after arriving. I mean I don't know why Tyler liked her so much, she isn't even that pretty." Lauren rambled. Amusement flared in Amber's chest at the evident jealously in Lauren's tone, it was obvious that pretty little Isabella Swan had grasped the attention from the males on this campus.

"I mean you're mediocre at best Laurel, there isn't much competition." Amber hummed while continuing to write down what Mr Berty wrote on the board, she ignored the hurt look Lauren sent her. Amber hoped that she got the memo that Amber didn't want to talk with her, if not then she knew her observation of Fork's people were true.

Lauren hurt stemmed from the fact that she was still recovering from the model agency disaster that happened earlier on which resulted in her cutting off most of her hair leaving her quite self-conscious and the fact that she had judged this Amber Nieves very poorly indeed. Amber didn't look like someone who would throw insults with little no emotion, she almost looked friendly. With her wide, doe-like ochre eyes that glimmered under the classroom lights and the soft pout of her lips, she looked innocent enough. Lauren should have known better, girls who came from well-endowed backgrounds and dressed like it had an air of confidence and self-obsession.

She had learnt that from the blonde Cullen who had shrugged her off uncaringly on multiple occasions. This time it was different because it wasn't Rosalie Hale dressed in a gorgeous designer dress but Amber Nieves dressed in a black turtleneck, red scarf, checkered plaid pants and crimson heeled boots. A simple enough outfit but it looked intimidating on this rich skinned girl who outlined her eyes in sharp eyeliner and painted her lips a crimson red. Lauren's petty jealousy of someone else's beauty often caused her to say the wrong thing, she felt attacked - that her positioning in this school might falter under her.

"Well, then I guess you will have all the attention now." Lauren blurted out hotly.

"There is nothing more that disinterests me." Was Amber's simple reply, her crimson painted nails splayed against the wooden desk. There and then, Amber concluded that Lauren was definitely someone that would fall under her unwavering reign.

AUTHORS NOTE: I'm sorry for the really long wait. I'm hoping this extra long chapter would make it up to those who have been looking forward to reading Amber's story. I just wanted to also thank everyone who has voted on this story and have left comments of encouragement and for those who said that they love Amber. It's the best feeling to know that people have come to like a character you have developed, much less wanted to marry her. I have changed the time frame of this from New Moon to Eclipse, I feel like if Amber was implemented in the New Moon timeline then you wouldn't be able to see the dynamics she has between the Cullens - just zombie Bella. But anyways, let me know what you think.  Thank you again for reading - comment, vote and follow me!