"Leave. Please." Amy said while Reagan stood by her truck, poised to get in and leave. Karma stood with her mouth open for a minute before sighing in defeat and stomping off. Amy turned apologetically, but what she found was Reagan looking after Karma.

"Hey..." She said, side stepping into Reagan's line of vision. "I'm really sorry about all of that." She said softly, an apologetic smile on her face.

"It's...It's okay..." She said, turning her face back to her now semi-girlfriend(?). She wasn't sure what to call Amy yet. It had only been a little over a week and although she usually moved fast, Amy was only a sophomore. She didn't want to scare the girl away. Amy let out a breath of relief and leaned in to kiss Reagan. The older girl couldn't help but return the kiss. Amy's lips were her kryptonite. But in the back of her mind, she could see the back of Karma's head as the girl walked away, undoubtedly shedding tears as she left her best friend with this girl she just met. Reagan hummed as she moved her lips against Amy's. The soft lips on hers were always a distraction. But, for some reason, she couldn't get the fall of Karma's face out of her mind, or the pang of feelings she got when she remembered her own past experience with unrequited love.

"Are you okay?" Amy said, pulling away to catch her breath but also because Reagan seemed distracted. Her hands traveled up the girl's sides and she mentally patted herself on the back for being so open. Earlier in the year, she wouldn't dare attempting any kind of PDA with a girl, now here she was making out in plain sight.

"Yeah...just...had a hell of a night, that's all. Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe get a band aid for your EpiPen wound?" Reagan said with a small smirk.

Amy snorted and nodded, "Yeah I am a little sore." She gave one more peck to Reagan before going to the other side of the truck and hopping in. She loved riding with Reagan because unlike Karma or herself, she wasn't a speed demon, there wasn't an ounce of road rage in the older girl's body and rides with her were always so relaxing. "You have a first-aid kit at your place, don't you?"

Reagan lifted a brow and looked over at Amy. This girl was killing her. Ever since they had their first kiss, the blonde was insatiable. She couldn't tell if they were going too fast and what was worse, she didn't care. She had never dated someone younger than her, and even though Amy was only 16, Reagan was constantly feeling out of her league. "Yeah, I think I do. Are you trying to sneak into my bed Miss Raudenfeld?" Reagan said as she pulled away from the restaurant.

"Who's sneaking? I think I'm being pretty straight forward about this." Amy said with a grin. After holding in all the sexual energy that Karma had caused, Amy was having the time of her life letting it out on a willing partner as good as Reagan.

Reagan playfully rolled her eyes and soon they were pulling into the parking lot of Reagan's apartment complex. The raven-haired girl wasn't even halfway up the steps before she felt Amy's hands on her again. "You just look so good. I can't keep my hands off you." Amy said, her voice laced with arousal. Reagan swallowed hard and let them into the small apartment.

"...I need to find the first aid kit quick." Reagan said with a groan as she untangled herself from Amy's grasp and nearly ran to her bathroom. Once the girl was gone, Amy sat on the couch and after looking around at the scarcely decorated room, the younger girl slowly started to lose her nerve. Her hands ran over her thighs but she winced when her palms grazed the spot where Karma stabbed her. Okay, stabbed was a strong word. She was only trying to help. But the girl was so intrusive which was making Reagan act jealous, which made Karma act...jealous? She wasn't sure what that was that Karma did but it definitely wasn't good and just thinking about it was killing Amy's mood. Reagan came rushing back into the room with the first aid kit and kneeled in front of Amy. "Alright babe. Dr. Reagan is here to rescue you from death by hemorrhage." Amy chuckled but sat still while Reagan looked up at her expectantly. "Uh...the doctor can't fix you up with your pants on." She said with a grin.

Amy blushed softly and nodded. "Of course. Never heard of a doctor bandaging jeans...that would make them a tailor." Amy laughed nervously while Reagan stared, amused. "Right. Pants coming off now." Amy said before biting her lip and standing. Instantly she regretted pulling her pants down when she heard Reagan's giggles.

"Cute undies, cupcake." Reagan said through her giggles. Amy sat down on the couch while her face turned a deep shade of red. "They were a gift." Amy said as she wiggled in embarrassment in her pink cupcake panties. She neglected to say they were a gift from Karma after one of the best friend outings where they made cupcakes and Karma used her babysitting money to buy Amy some more "feminine" underwear.

Reagan just shrugged and got out a bandaid from her kit. It was obvious where Karma had used the EpiPen and Reagan easily smoothed the bandage over the red circle on Amy's thigh and then leaned down to kiss it. The motion is what threw Amy off. She may be sexually frustrated but she was also a nervous wreck at the moment being pant-less in front of Reagan and the motion of Reagan leaning down to her thigh made her leg jerk up and in turn, pretty much knee Reagan in the throat.

"Oh my God! Are you okay! Of course not, I'm so sorry!" Amy said, now on her knees in her underwear, rubbing Reagan's back as the girl sputtered and wheezed. "Do you need ice?" Reagan shook her head and waved off Amy.

"I'm fine...just...give me a minute." She croaked. She cleared her throat a few times and took a breath while rubbing her throat ruefully. "So this is the thanks I get for helping out?"

"I didn't mean to! I swear!" Amy said, reaching out to help again. Suddenly Reagan grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her in for a kiss.

"I forgive you." She said softly before kissing the girl again. "You can make it up to me this way." Reagan mumbled as she slowly moved them back to the couch and then pulled Amy into her lap. Their make out session continued on through the night.

In the pocket of Amy's jeans, her phone rang on silently through the night, adding another of Karma's missed calls into the collection that was formed over night and would be waiting for Amy in the morning.