Amy knew, from the moment their eyes first met, that she was hooked. She had came to this club with Shane to forget her problems and she found a solution, right at the turntables, mixing out music.

Shane claimed that going to gay clubs easily cleared your mind of reality. Amy couldn't fathom Shane knowing that there'd be a sexy, brunette DJ, fixing her with a stare that would make even the straightest girl want to cross her legs. As of now, Shane was nowhere to be seen, so Amy didn't know how to respond. Does she stare back or does she walk up there and get what she wants?

Option 2 was out, because the last time that Amy tried to get what she wanted, she ended up with a broken heart and a lost virginity. Amy shakes her head. 'Never again,' she thinks. So the only thing that Amy can do is hold the DJ's stare and keep dancing. She thinks she spots Shane in a corner talking to a VERY muscular guy, but most of her attention is focused on the brunette. Finally, the brunette breaks the staring contest and returns to focusing on the turntables.

Amy, feeling a little disappointed, turns to find someone to dance with. She was here to forget about Karma, after all, and that was what she intended to do. As she started to dance with an average looking blonde, Amy felt a pair of eyes on her again. Looks like the DJ was back to staring, so Amy decided to give her a show. Eyes locked with the DJ, Amy turned around and grinded on the other blonde. She continued with her provocative dancing, until she heard the song change. Va Va Voom by Nicki Minaj. It was challenge.

Well, Amy was willing to accept it. Screw getting hurt, this brunette was interesting. And hot. So Amy excused herself from her temporary dance partner and left the safety of the dance floor. Though, as she drew closer to the mini-stage that held the DJ's equipment, Amy felt her confidence dwindling. She quickly walked in the opposite direction, to Shane's corner.

By the looks of things, Shane and his new guy friend were getting pretty comfy. "I need your help."

Shane looked at his temporary companion. "To be continued, Dick."

The guy looked hurt for a second. "My name's Duke."

Shane glanced down and bit his lip. "I know."

Ego returned to it's normal size, Duke left the two friends. Shane stared after Duke as he walked away. "Isn't he fiiiine?"

"Yeah, if I were into muscular gay guys. But I seriously need your help. The hot DJ's been checking me out all night and I don't know what to do."

Shane smiled. "Aww, my little baby dyke's finally stepping out of the closet to bask in the homosexual sunlight. Just go up there and talk to her."

Amy's eyes portrayed nothing but fear. "But what if she's another...Karma."

Shane gave her his best sympathetic look. "You'll never know unless you try. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a personal trainer to work out." And with that, Shane went off in the direction that Duke went.

Amy took a deep breath, and continued on with her trek to the DJ. The brunette smiled as she noticed Amy approaching her booth. "I thought you'd never accept my invitation."

Amy scrunched up her face as she climbed up next to the DJ. "What invitation? If you call longingly gazing at someone an invitation, then you must be a little on the crazy side."

The brunette laughed, not at all affected by Amy's bluntness, and offered her hand. "I'm Reagan."

Amy took her hand and shook it. "I'm Amy. Just so you know, I didn't really mind you staring."

Reagan raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh really?"

Amy blushed as soon as she realized her slip up. She quickly decided to change the subject. "So you're a DJ?"

Reagan smiled as she answered. "Well, I'm certainly not the president, now am I?"

Amy liked this girl already. Someone who could match her sarcasm and wit. Better than Karma ever did...

Amy shook her head and focused on the girl in front of her instead. "What made you want to become a DJ?"

The brunette had to think for a moment. "Well, my mom wanted me to become a lawyer. She was always controlling and vindictive and I guess music was my escape, my safe haven. As soon as I turned 18, my mom made preparations for me to go to law school but I snuck out and moved away. Far, far away."

Amy, blunt as ever, stated, "Wow, you must've had a crappy childhood."

Reagan shrugged. "When life gives you lemons, go buy some apples cuz lemons are fucking disgusting and sour."

"Is that a metaphor or...?"

"Naw. I just really hate lemons."

The blonde giggled. It's been a while since she's giggled and it feels nice to have a sliver of happiness again. "So, I've told you my life story. How about you tell me yours?"

The blonde was about to answer when she caught a glimpse of the clock. "Oh shit. I have to go."

Reagan chuckled. "Is that just an excuse do you don't have to spend anymore time with me?"

"No!" Amy exclaimed, not wanting the brunette to think she didn't like her. "I just have to go to school in the morning. Believe it or not, I need sleep to function properly."

Reagan sighed. She had barely gotten to know the girl. Amy sensed this so she pulled a pen out of her purse. "You know, I really like you. So I'm gonna give you my number." Amy wrote her number down on Reagan's hand. She looked up into the brunette's eyes and smiled. "See you later, Apple Girl."

Reagan watched as Amy walked away. She shook her head and smiled. "And they say love at first sight doesn't exist."