The room is spinning, is all I can think the second my eyes open. The sun offensively shines its bright light in through my window and I don't know if I'm going to throw up, pass out, cry, or a pathetic combination of all three. "Looks like Sleeping Bitch is finally awake." I hear a familiar voice say somewhere near my doorway. It's Lauren, I realize. What's weird is that her voice doesn't carry the icy edge it usually does when directed at me. Weirder still, I was pretty sure that the night before we had had a conversation that seemed to finally put an end to our rivalry. I try to speak but a prehistoric sounding groan escapes my mouth instead as I somehow manage to shield my face with my pillow. Slowly the events from last night start to crawl back into my mind, causing me to groan even louder and push my pillow against my face so that maybe I could be put out of my misery. I hear my shutters closing and when my pillow is unceremoniously removed from my face I can barely make out Lauren frowning down at me. "Tell me you weren't in here crying your eyes out over that bitch all night?" I cringed when I realized she was talking about Karma. "Don't call her that." I mumbled hoarsely. "I just call them like I see them, Amy. Anyway, I brought you some water and aspirin but eventually it's gonna be up to you to do something about all of this." Lauren motioned with her hands toward my current state. "Oh, and you stink." Lauren added while scrunching her nose in mock disapproval. I couldn't help but crack a small smile. As dramatic as my soap opera of a life was at the moment, it was good to see that I still had somebody in my corner.
When I heard the click of my door closing I sat up as slowly as I could manage and gripped the glass of ice-cold water in my slightly trembling hand. As soon as the water touched my lips it took all the control I had not to gulp it down all at once. Once I realized the glass was half empty I remembered the aspirin and popped them in my mouth, chasing them down quickly with the rest of the water. Now that I'm able to move around without upsetting my stomach too much my mind inevitably goes back to last night. I finally told Karma that I loved her and asked her to be with me. Nothing could ever compare to the pain I felt when she so suddenly told me that she slept with Liam. How could I be so stupid? I actually let myself believe that even through all of her scheming to get Liam to fall in love with her, she could have feelings for me. I should've never kissed her at that damn assembly, I should've just put a stop to this the second I had the chance. I should've never listened to Shane. I should've, I should've, I should've. It doesn't matter what I should've done; everything's already ruined.
As heartbroken as I felt, I couldn't shake the desire to want to call Karma and apologize. Wait, apologize? I frowned to myself. There was literally nothing I needed to apologize for. I put my feelings on the line so that my best friend could have what she'd always wanted: popularity, a hot boyfriend. Meanwhile, without even realizing it at first, I was falling more and more in love with Karma everyday. If there was anyone that needed to apologize, it was Karma. Just the same, I couldn't help but to look at my phone, desperately hoping to see a text from Karma. Instead I see text after text from Shane, sent to me earlier in the afternoon.
Shane (3:00 pm): Guess who got to kiss the most beautiful man on this planet last night. That's right girly, moi ;)
Shane (3:05 pm): Btw, you totes need to tell me what happened with Karms last night
Shane (3:25 pm): I take your silence as a very bad sign Raudenfeld, call me
Shane (3:45 pm): AMY, WTF HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU AND LIAM?
I looked down at my phone feeling confused when suddenly it all came back to me. Of course, I was so busy analyzing every second of my interactions with Karma last night that I completely forgot the rest. Not to mention all of the alcohol I had consumed did an amazing job at making sure my memories would stay forgotten for as long as possible. Horrified, I pulled back the covers and looked down at my body. I was only wearing my panties and bra. Oh my god, I thought as I brought my hands to my face, did I have sex with Liam Booker last night? I fought the wave of nausea that crept its way up my throat and dialed Shane's number with shaky fingers. "Shane, meet me at the coffee shop in an hour." I didn't wait for him to answer. I just hung up my phone and proceeded to take a shower with scalding hot water hoping to scrape every remnant left on my body from Liam.