Disclaimer: Do not own Faking It or any of its characters.
Hi, new story! I really love Faking It (minus the last 5 seconds). I know there has been a lot of complaining on not very good fan fictions for Karmy. So, I saw this as a challenge. If anyone wants to Beta this story with me, I would be more than happy for the help. Just to note everything from the TV show has already happened in the story. Anyway enjoy…

A Puzzle – Chapter 1

"I love you!"

That's when it went all downhill. Karma had been dreading those three words since the threesome. She knew it; she knew Amy had fallen for. She was of course flattered; but she was 'in love' with Liam. Now, morning she realized she had not only been less than honest with Liam but she had all lied to herself – all she wanted was the hottest guy in the school. All she really wanted was her best friend back.

The day was going to be full of action, school was in an hour and she would see Amy in ten at the bus stop. She would apologize profusely, and would not stop until she talked to her. The last time gaining a record of 23 hours, 23 minutes and a handful of seconds was not going to be beaten.

That was the plan. Of course the first kink was when Amy was not at the bus stop. The second was her absence from school. In addition, Lucille from the young mums club had told her that Liam was also absent. Of course, she would deal with Liam, but that could wait for another time. Amy was her focus.

That's how she ended up at Farrah's home, she was left feeling even more confused when Farrah hugged her and unconvincingly apologized. That was the first time Karma was not in control of the situation. The second was when Shane pulled up in his Mazda Miata and forced her to get in. The car ride was quite silent, for the normally chirpy Shane. It also made her feel slightly awkward, as she had never been alone and this silent with him before.

"I think it would be best for you to leave Amy alone." Shane finally said pulling up to her driveway.

Karma looked over at Shane sighing, "I know you think were having – relationship problems. But I just want my best friend back." She then proceeded to open the car door and stalk out.

"Best friend or whatever you say, Amy just needs a bit of time." Shane shouted from his car.

"Shane, listen." Walking towards the Mazda, Karma faulted in her speech, but was exhausted with the charade, "I'm not with Amy. Not that – I'm not with her most of the time – But I'm not with- with her and –

"Honey, I already know." Shane interrupted, whilst rolling his eyes relieving her from that train wreck of a confession. He then leaned forward in slight anticipation for Karma's reaction.

"I know I feel awful, I lied. The school will probably hate me or whatev - Wait! Amy! She told you?" She suddenly felt fainter and confused – she was definitely confused.

"She told me more than that, and from what I've heard she finally picked up that courage Jessi- no Jasmine gave her." Shane said with glazed wonder eyes.

"I'm sorry! Who's Jasmine?"

"Gay scout's honor." Shane said lifting one of his hands into three fingers as the other started pulling on the handbrake, and readjusting his seatbelt. "Look just leave Amy alone – oh and I think it's best if you left Liam alone as well." And with dramatic flair, Shane drove off waving goodbye to Karma without a glance back.

"I don't care about h-! Oh never mind" She muttered to herself all the way to her front door, to which she promptly opened, slipped inside and shut. Ignoring Shane's advice, Karma ran to her room, took the phone out of her back pocket and texted Amy for the Kabillionth time today.

Amy! We need to talk about yesterday. Everything was out of control and you were stressed or confused or both. I just need to talk to you. xxxxxxxxx

When there was no reply within ten minutes Karma chucked her phone on to the nightstand and promptly slumped into her nice, warm bed. Shutting her eyes, she tried to force herself to go to sleep. That was a complete mistake. All she could see was the last time she saw Amy. Eyes swollen and the tears still flowing fresh down her face. She had the body language of a sloth, but Karma knew that look was dejection. That was not a look she wanted to remember.

She hopped right out of bed, almost stepping on the shards of glass on the floor. "Shit!" Karma quickly scooped up the shards of glass before her mum would come in cleansing her from the bad luck she was bound to get. She picked up the photo the glass had shattered from. It was the latest one she had put on her nightstand – the one at the homecomingout dance.

That was the time everything was simple for her at least. She had a best friend and a guy she wanted to sleep with. She could not believe that the dance was almost 4 months ago. That was how long Amy had known that she was in lo-. Since Amy had known.

"Darling Karma, is everything alright?" A voice said from behind the door.

"Yea mum, I'm just – cleaning. Everything seems to be a mess lately." Karma slumped back onto her bed. Photo in hand.

"Is this about Amy?" Her mum whispered. "Because that girl has always been in love with you, you two will work it out.

Karma carefully placed the photo on her nightstand. "Mum, why are you whispering?" Walking over to open the door she realized, that her mum was not alone.

"Well you have a visitor, darling." Karma knew it, Amy was here. Running over to her, she jumped into the comforting arms of – a man. Shaking of her disappointment, she looked over at the boy. She had seen him a handful of times at school. Pulling him into her room away from her mother prying eyes, she was sure she had not even spoken to him before.

"Hello," Karma awkwardly greeted the boy loitering near the doorway.

He seemed to calm himself, raising the glasses on his nose back to his eyes. "Karma, I've come to fight you."

"I'm sorry – what?" She almost laughed out loud; she was completely perplexed as to what this was supposed to display. Maybe he was sent from Amy or gods forbid Shane.

"I've come to fight you, for Amy." He repeated, now standing a couple of feet away.

"Ok-ay, who are you again?" Karma moved closer trying to remember who this boy was, or at least his name.

"I'm Oliver." And one of the puzzles in her head finally clicked.

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