Even if it didn't seem like it, Amy liked sunsets. They were nice to look at. Flowers too. There were even some animals Amy thought were cute. Amy didn't like a lot of stuff, but she definitely liked to appreciate good looking and beautiful things. Or persons. Like her best friend Karma. Mostly her best friend Karma. Because in Amy's eyes, Karma was the most beautiful human being walking on earth.

That was until Shane dragged her and her step-sister Lauren to some weird underground party thing. Amy never was a big people-person, so parties weren't her thing in general. But this time is was different.

When Amy bumped into this girl she first saw a few weeks ago at the Booker-engagement, her heart stopped for a second. She remembered that the cater-waiter looked handsome, but now, with her wearing her own clothes and her hair open... she was stunning.

"Shrimp girl?", she asked surprised. She gave Amy that nickname the first time they met, 'cause (obviously...) Amy ate tons of shrimp at Liam's Momster's engagement party.

The blond girl wasn't one for nicknames, Farrah knew that and Karma knew that. Other people never wanted to give her nicknames. And now this girl comes along, practically out of the blue (for the second time in a few weeks) and decides to mark Amy with that title.

Amy remembers the night after she got home from the Booker-Estate. She lay in bed, her heart racing for an unknown reason (yeah right.) and she just couldn't fall asleep. She was so mad at herself that she slept with Liam, she betrayed her best friend in more ways than one, and the worst thing, she was the bad guy. Liam wanted to tell Karma about their mistake. Amy was the one who didn't want the redhead to know. Amy was the one who told Liam to shut up and to not tell Karma. Amy was the one who was willing to embarrass Liam in front of his whole family to keep him from running to Karma. Amy was the bad one.

But that wasn't the main part of what she thought about in that night. She thought about that hot girl from the party. The one who brought her shrimps. The one with the dark hair and lighter tips. The one with that super sexy eyebrow.

She didn't know the name of that girl. And she knew she'd probably never know, but she still couldn't stop to think about her. She looked a little bit older. Not older than 20, but definitely older than 16.

Amy remembered that sigh that escaped her mouth when she turned around and closed her eyes, forcing herself to forget that girl.

And now here she was. Standing right in front of the still nameless beauty. Amy's brain was mush in that moment the girl used her new nickname. They talked a few minutes, but all Amy remembered was the invitation to come to the girl's DJ booth.

Amy looked after her as she climbed up the ladder to her spinning table. And in that moment she realized one thing.

Karma might be a really pretty girl with amazing hair and flawless skin, but that girl? Well... Karma got nothing on her.