A/N Hello everyone! I'll keep this short since I know y'all wanna get reading. I would first and foremost like to apologize if Karma's eyes aren't hazel. I actually couldn't tell from pictures of Katie? My best guess was hazel and if that's wrong I'm sorry! Anyway I write a lot but this is my first Faking It fanfiction. Feed back gives me life! Anyway you can reach me through here or for those of you who are reading this from fakingitfanfiction on tumblr I will be keeping an eye out for reviews there! You can also reach me at obsessivepokeshipper on tumblr!

Summary: Faking It AU where Karma is a stereotype shy dork that no one cares about or even knows and Amy is the stereotype bad girl of Hester High that everyone cares about and everyone knows.

It started with an untied shoelace, Karma decided. Her entire life changed three weeks ago because her shoelace had been untied. It was a fluke that she had even wore sneakers that day-normally she always wore cute slip-ons or sandals. However she had worn sneakers and the shoelace hadn't been tied and it was because of this that everything started. But before the shoelace that started everything and before "everything" there was school and before school there was routines...

Karma has a morning routine. She has a lot of routines really. However it is the morning routine she follows most strictly (one never really knows what will happen during the day but one could almost always predict the morning). Karma likes having routines; she likes planning things out and knowing what she is going to do. She never really likes surprises. (Not yet that is.) Anyway the mourning routine starts, of course, when she wakes up. Her alarm is always set for exactly 6:00AM and it is set to peaceful alarm tones that wake her up slowly (so she was always fully awake at 6:10AM). She then gets dressed (which always takes 20 minutes) and will be downstairs for her parents' home-cooked breakfast (which varied everyday but was always healthy) by 6:25AM. She will then work on her hair and makeup until 7:30AM before walking to school. Karma is self conscious- it is no secret. Everyone who looks at her just knew. It is in the way she dresses, walks, holds herself, and talks. It is part of her and she hates it.

It's a surprisingly pleasant day for the middle of October. She expected it to be at least chilly but it's almost warm. The walk itself is peaceful and it gives her time to gather her mind before she has to participate in the wretched activity called school. It isn't that Karma hates the school itself-she has nice teachers, good grades (great actually), and it is very high maintenance. It also gives its students a unique freedom that most don't have. It's being surrounded by people for hours a day that Karma hates. She gives polite curt waves and shy smiles to the few she passes on the walk (it's the same people every day-the female dog walker, the man with a beagle, and a little old lady and her husband). Once she got to the school (she always arrives a few minutes before first bell-early enough to make sure she is never late and late enough that she never has to loiter around doing nothing) she went straight to her locker then to her homeroom. And so went the day. Locker, class, locker, class, and so on. At lunch she eats in the court yard by herself sitting in the shade of the large willow tree in a peaceful secluded area of the school. Sometimes she works on her music while she eats and other times she just enjoys the silence.

Nothing out of routine happened until last period-well not until just before last period. Karma's English teacher had talked a little longer than usual and she was worried she wouldn't make it to her History class in time. Hence the hurried walking that wasn't quite running. She stopped at her locker and in record speed grabbed her History text and threw her English binder in her locker before slamming it shut. She then speed-walked to the stairs. And this is where the untied shoelace comes into play. Karma basically skidded around the corner and flew down the small amount of stairs before tripping forward on the second to last step. The History book flew from her hand and landed somewhere with a loud thump! Karma definitely would have broken something (or several somethings) if someone hadn't caught her. It was quit the awkward position to be in considering Karma had fallen forward and the blonde who had caught Karma was facing towards her (going up the stairs). So they ended up pretty close face-to-face and Karma blushed a bright red from embarrassment ."Well someone's falling for me and they're falling fast and hard," the blonde grinned (or smirked, Karma couldn't tell through her shame).

Karma quickly straightened up standing as far away from Amy Raudenfeld as she could without having to go back up stairs-Amy didn't make it easy. Amy flipping Raudenfeld! Karma's eyes widened involuntarily in surprise. Of course she knew Amy Raudenfeld. Everyone knew Amy. She was Hester High's resident bad-ass. Rumor was Amy had over 35 detentions and it was only the second month of school. Karma's entire face lite up like a Christmas tree-well a Christmas tree that was covered in red lights anyway. She had just fallen into the arms of the Amy Raudenfeld. Talk about social suicide.

After what felt like ages of mind processing and staring but in reality was maybe a minute or two at most of Amy smirking/grinning at her Karma scrambled to grab her bag from where it had fallen at her feet while stuttering out, "Oh gosh I'm so sorry." She quickly walked around Amy doing her best not to touch the blonde (who didn't seem to know or care about personal space). "I have to go or I'm going to be late but I'm really really sorry again." She inwardly flinched at how lame she sounded. Amy Raudenfeld probably didn't care about being late, she thought.

Just when Karma thought she was free of the whole horribly awkward situation Amy grabbed her upper arm while calling out, "Hey brown eyes wait!" If Karma's blush had started to fade at all by then it certainly came back at brown eyes. They're hazel, she thought. Amy was without a doubt smirking now as she held up the History text that Karma had almost left behind. Amy's hang lingered on her arm for a few seconds longer even after Karma had taken the book.

"Uhm thanks," Karma said, hugging the book to her chest with one arm. "I should really go now-bell's going to ring..."

"Right," Amy said, dropping her own hand to her side. "See ya around brown eyes." Karma wondered if she should tell Amy her name was Karma (and her eyes were hazel) but resolved that Amy really didn't care and wouldn't remember in a few minutes anyway. By the time Karma decided this Amy was already walking up the stairs.

The class bell rang out for the second time within the past five minutes. "Shit," Karma muttered under her breath (then did a quick panicky look around to make sure no teachers heard). "Mr. Ryan is going to kill me," she said to herself and scurried down the hall to History.

Nothing was more awkward than walking into class late. Well actually there were a lot of things more awkward but it always felt like the most awkward thing when it was happening. Karma knocked on the locked door of room 101 and bit her lip out of nervous habit as she watched Mr Ryan walk across the room through the small window in the door. He swung it wide open and dramatically gestured into the room. "Why thank you for joining us Ms. Ashcroft," he said. Several of the students snickered and Karma shrunk into herself. Mr. Ryan closed the door after her and again gestured but this time to her seat (front of the room).

"I'm so sorry Mr. Ryan," Karma said quickly. "There was an accident and I got held up in the ha-"

Mr. Ryan cut her off. "I don't want to hear excuses. Detention Ashcroft." The conversation was obviously over for he immediately turned and went to finish writing on the board. There were several loud "Ooooooooohs" from the class. Karma was willing to bet her life's savings that not a single one of them knew her name but it was always interesting to see the quiet kid get in trouble. She slunk into her seat glumly. Karma Ashcroft had detention. She'd never had detention before in all her years of school.

She did her best to pay attention in class but most of her thoughts were preoccupied with detention after school. She was just focused enough to mindlessly copy the notes and answer several questions that she thought had obvious answers. Once the bell finally rang signaling not only the end of class but the end of the school day (her classmates sprinted out in seconds), Karma walked over to Mr. Ryan.

"I am really sorry about being late, Mr. Ryan," she said, because Karma really was sorry and wanted to properly apologize.

"You can't talk your way out of detention Ashcroft," Mr. Ryan said, ripping off a pink detention slip from a pad of them and signing his name on it before handing it over. Karma took it from him and put it in her shorts pocket.

"Oh I know," she said quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "I'm not trying to. I was late for class and I deserve this. I just am sorry."

Karma didn't bother going to her locker after leaving room 101. There was no way she was going to risk being late for detention. She walked carefully through the crowded loud hall, everyone chattering about the upcoming weekend, and pulled the crinkled pink slip out of her pocket. Room 205. Karma sighed turning around in the hall and heading back the other way towards the nearest set of stairs. Once she reached it one of the teachers (she thought their name might be Ms. C-something but she had never had her before) was standing outside the door.

"Here for detention?" She asked Karma with a tired expression.
"Uh yeah." Ms. C-something asked for her slip and Karma handed it over then the teacher ushered her inside and turned her attention to the next student.

You've got to be kidding me. Sitting right there in the center of the room with her feet put up on the chair in front of her and her arms crossed behind her head supporting it sat none other than Amy Raudenfeld.

"You just couldn't keep away could you, brown eyes?" Amy said with a wink.