KARMA'S POV

My alarm is ringing loudly throughout my empty room for what is probably the fourth time this morning. My pillow is no help when it comes to muffling the annoying sound and after sleeping in for an extra twenty minutes, hitting snooze once again isn't even an option if I want to look somewhat decent for my first day of college. Then again, I don't really want to go anyway. It hasn't even been two weeks since I moved out of my parents' house and to the other side of the country, in my very own apartment, which yes, in case you're wondering, can be lonely. This whole change is a lot harder to adjust to than I had anticipated. Okay, so maybe it wasn't my own apartment and maybe I wasn't completely on my own. My best friend, now roommate, Reagan, tagged along - obviously. We spent years talking about how we couldn't wait to move away and to get our own place and don't get me wrong, so far so great, but she doesn't wash my laundry like my mom used to and she most definitely doesn't bring me breakfast in bed along with my daily horoscope cut out from the newspaper like my dad did.

"Karma, hello. Some of us don't have class until 10 A.M so could you maybe shut your alarm off? So help me God if I have to get out of bed to do it myself!" I hear Reagan groan through the thin wall separating our rooms. Always so cheery in the morning, that one.

"Right, yep. I'm on it. Sorry!" I reply, unapologetic with a sleepy voice. If I wasn't going to sleep in, neither would she. After all, I needed her to wake up. I was nervous.

I roll out of bed and almost onto the floor before rubbing my eyes. I probably got a total of four hours of sleep last night and as I stare at myself in my mirror, my mirror that has yet to be hung up, I see that the fatigue and lack of sleep is clearly visible. "Fucking fantastic." I mumble under my breath before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the so-called big day.


So maybe wearing a dress on a windy day wasn't the brightest idea and maybe I missed the first bus on purpose but regardless of my obstacle-filled morning, here I am, sitting in the back of my Political Science class, a black coffee in hand. Never mind the fact that Reagan practically had to push me out through the door and lock me out, not giving me a choice but to actually come. This class is fucking stupid, I think to myself, rolling my eyes. Of course they would make this shit mandatory. I scan the room, almost as if I'm looking for a potential new friend, or at least someone who would think about letting me cheat off of them during exams because no, politics are not my forte. My quest to find that certain someone suddenly stops when I spot who is hands down the most beautiful blonde I have ever seen. The most beautiful girl in general at that. Two rows up and one row over, that's where I focused most of my attention during the long two hour class. I just couldn't take my eyes off of her, I was completely mesmerized. Besides, the slides made absolutely no sense and the teacher's accent was so thick, I couldn't understand a single word even if I wanted to or tried. Whatever, I'll just buy the textbook.

Her name's Amy - at least that's what I thought I heard her, clearly gay, guy friend say. And she's thinking about trying out for the rugby team. Other than the equally gay vibe I was getting from her thanks to my awesome gaydar, that's all I've got, but I was determined to find out more about her. I was determined to get to know her. The attraction I had towards her was weird, it was sudden. She looked back at me twice, or maybe she wasn't looking directly at me, but hey, wishful thinking. I could've even swore I saw her blush when she caught me staring.. Oh god, am I creepy yet? I feel like a prepubescent teenage boy who has fallen in love with the girl who is clearly out of his league. Of course this wasn't love, but it was definitely lust or something. I wouldn't even know how to describe it. I just - wow - Political Science wasn't going to be so bad after all.

The bell rings and as soon as it does, I'm out of my chair and making my way out of the classroom but as I'm halfway out the door, I feel someone push up against me.

"Hey, watch it-" I say, turning around to see who the fuck was trying to shove me. I was going as fast as I could and quite honestly if anyone was to blame for how slow we were moving, it was the guy who decided he needed all three binders, two pencil cases and his laptop. And here I thought I was nervous.

"I'm so, so sorry." The blonde replies. Yes, the blonde. The one I just spent a total of two hours staring at. "This idiot thought it'd be a good idea to push me through the angry mob trying to get out of class.. Er - I'm Amy and this is Shane." She says with a genuine smile.

"Ah, it's fine. No, don't worry about it. I'm just on edge, you know, first day and all. I'm Karma." I offer a shy smile and a small wave as I continue to make my way through the door and down the hall with them both trailing close behind. Or I thought they were both trailing behind. As long as Amy was though, I couldn't care less about, what's his name again? Shane?

AMY'S POV

"Karma?.." I begin, throwing my empty bag over my shoulder. I was more or less carrying it for looks. Or to shut my mother up. "Is that your stripper name?" I ask jokingly and obviously inappropriately because she turns to face me, and thank god she does because she graces me with that beauty, and shoots me a look.

"Is that the best you've got, blondie? C'mon, I've heard that a million times. Not even Karma's a bitch? Really?" I'm happy to see she's playing along. The way she seems to carry herself and the fact that she can laugh at herself is definitely refreshing. Not to mention she's totally into me, I saw her staring but I won't let her in on that. Or should I?

"I'd say Karma's a bitch, but I don't even know you." I reply with a light laugh. I'd sure as hell love to get to know her though. I mean, on a need-to-know basis, the same way I'd love to get to know any potential hook-up, I suppose.

"Hopefully someday you will.." She says shyly before looking down at her phone to see she received a text. "Hey, I've gotta go meet someone. But I'll see you around. It was nice meeting you!" And as quick as that she's out of sight and just as I turn to talk to Shane and tell him all about her being my new conquest, I realize that he has also disappeared. Typical.


KARMA'S POV

Upon entering the cafeteria, I look through the crowded tables, trying to find Reagan, which despite her flashy purple-ombre hair is actually hard.

"Karma!" I immediately recognize the voice and spot her as she's waving. She looks like someone who's stuck on an island and trying to flag down an airplane and I can't help but laugh and shake my head as I make my way over to the empty seat she managed to save for me.

"As annoying and squeaky as your voice may be, it comes in handy when we're among big crowds." I steal a fry from the plate that's in front of her and nearly choke on it when I hear her reply.

"You didn't think it was annoying and squeaky the other night!" Right, fuck. The other night. That actually happened.

See, I've been a closeted lesbian for the past 6 years. Technically still am a closeted lesbian. But since I've moved to New York City, the gay has intensified and now I find myself practically obsessed with girls I know nothing about, like Amy for example or the blonde who works at Starbucks two blocks away from my apartment, and the only person to blame is Reagan. She drunkenly unleashed this monster and although she has no problem laughing at the fact that we hooked up, I'm left to deal with these mixed feelings and raging hormones and what the fuck. Reagan was also a lesbian. Although, unlike me, she was out and proud. I'm still surprised she doesn't walk around with the gay pride flag hanging from her back like a superman cape. We always joke that we're each other's soulmate, but that one hook-up is as far as it'll ever go. We've talked about it seriously but we've both decided that we cherish our friendship far too much to risk it.

"So, I met this girl in my Political Science class this morning." I say nonchalantly as I take another fry and dip it in ketchup before she has the chance to swat my hand away.

"Okay, first of all, if you're that hungry, you can get your own fries. I had to wait in line for 25 minutes for these! And second, how the fuck do you have more game than me? I have years of experience and you still manage to leave a party with more numbers." She says with a pout. I could tell that she was genuinely offended. Reagan thought she was the self-proclaimed lesbian of the year.

"Sharing is caring, Ray." I lean across the table to hit her arm playfully. "I don't know, I just do. Why do you find it so unbelievable that girls are attracted to me? You sure were the other night." Okay, we really have got to stop bringing this up.

Sighing in defeat, Reagan pushes the plate towards me. I always got my way with her. I'm still convinced she's in love with me. Mostly because whenever I bring it up she gets super defensive, but that's a story for another day. "Alright, alright. What's her name?" She's clearly just asking because she already annoyed with me.

"Amy. Her name's Amy!" I answered, sounding a lot more excited than I wanted to.

"Interesting. I hooked up with an Amy once or twice or like twenty times."

"You've never told me about that." I say sounding upset. We tell each other everything. Why wouldn't she have told me that? I have a list of all the girls she has slept with on my phone for crying out loud.

"Remember Camp Elmwood? That summer that you totally fucking ditched for that dumb music camp? I was kind of bitter, so I didn't tell you back then. And I guess I just forgot, until now."

I was paying attention, I swear I was. But then Amy walked into the cafeteria and it's like I lost all sense of everything and everyone, including Reagan. My breath hitched and I couldn't help but smile. God damn it, what was this girl doing to me?

"Turn around, look! That's her!" I whisper and as I do Reagan turns around to see the girl that had me flailing like a child.


[What do you guys think? Will it be the same Amy? Should I add a little more Kargan fluff?]