Hi, everyone.

A few weeks ago I uploaded a oneshot of Karmy when they are in their middle twenties, and I got a few responses asking for a continuation. For the moment I have no idea how to move on with that story so… in the meantime, I'll try and write something that happens immediately after the first season ends. I have about 40 days to get this done before season two is aired. I warn you, this is going to be angsty, sad for a long while. After all, a break up is pretty hard to deal with. Enjoy and send me your feedback. Cheers.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the "Faking it" characters.

He crashed over her body and muffled her shaky breath with a sloppy kiss. Amy couldn't remember how they have gotten upstairs and into her bedroom. Her dress disappeared along the way, as well as his pants and shirt. The door was open, but there was nobody at home. Her mother and Bruce would spend the night in a fancy hotel downtown. They couldn't skip work so the honey moon had to be postponed until the next weekend. Lauren left the party with Pablo. Amy heard something about a tango dance floor and thought that it would be a good idea for her stepsister to release some of the rage she felt because of her breakup. At least someone was being responsible with the way they were handling their feelings.

Liam kissed her neck and moved his hands up and down her naked thighs. The fussiness of the alcohol was gone by now and she was way too conscious of the rubbing of an unfamiliar body against hers. It felt wrong in so many levels. The boy reeked of alcohol, maybe as much as her, but he wasn't giving any signs of second thoughts. He just continued with whatever he was doing ignoring the tense girl under him. Amy moved her face to avoid another kiss and tried to push him off of her. Liam didn't seem to notice.

"Stop", she said without a lot of energy. He was very heavy and she was starting to feel breathless. Maybe it had something to do with her panic. "Liam, stop. Please". He wasn't going to listen to her, but when he unhooked her bra she snapped. "I SAID STOP IT!" she yelled pushing him off of her.

Liam flew off the bed and landed on his back on the floor. Amy quickly sat down and covered herself with her arms.

"What the fuck is your problem?! This was your idea!"

"Yeah? Well I changed my mind!", Liam was furious. Amy hoped he wouldn't force himself on her. "Just go, Liam…" When she saw wh wasn't moving she snapped again. "Don't just sit there, leave! GET OUT!"

"Fuck you, Amy". The boy got up, picked up his clothes and left without another word.

When Amy heard the front door slam, she felt something cold creep up her back. What the hell was she thinking? She hated Liam Booker's guts. He was the reason why all this mess had started, he was the reason why she had realized she was in love with her bestfriend, and he was the reason why Karma would never be with her. And she had been about to sleep with him! Amy was glad that she had come to her senses before any of the nasty had happened. She couldn't imagine how she would have felt in the morning if she found an unconscious and naked Liam Booker lying next to her.

Amy looked around and saw that, in the commotion, the picture frame of Karma and her had being tossed aside. The glass was broken, and so was Amy. Maybe she hadn't slept with Liam, and yes it was Karma's fault that she felt like shit, but this whole situation was still treason. Karma would eventually find out about what had happened that night and she would never forgive Amy for that.

The blonde ran to the bathroom and got in the shower. She didn't even wait for the hot water to run. She dived in the freezing water and scrubbed her skin fiercely. She was disgusted with what had happened. When she returned to her bedroom, Amy ripped the sheets out of her bed and tossed them in the hall, but she couldn't stand the sight of the bed. She curled up on the floor rapping herself in a thick blanket. Amy fell asleep crying. She would never be able to fix this. Karma would never speak to her again. But the truth was that she didn't want to speak to her either. It hurt too much.