Hiya so this is the second chapter and I am so glad people liked the first chapter. I don't know what else to say other than thank you for the reviews and hope you keep reading and enjoy :) P.S don't own Faking It etc. Sorry if it's a little crap I'm just a little tired and sleep deprived :)
I laid awake thinking about the girl with the purple hair, Reagan. She was definitely beautiful, there was no denying it and yet that wasn't what intrigued me about her. Her humour. Her voice. Her smile. Her hair. The way she dressed. The way she stood. Something about the way they mixed together didn't seem possible and yet somehow somewhere out there, there she was. Stop Amy, you have a girlfriend. Beautiful, smart and amazing Karma. I thought, convincing myself. But there is nothing to convince. People can be interested in other people and not necessarily have it mean anything more. Sometimes the chemistry is just there. Sure.
I hated going to school with little to no sleep. My brain just would not shut up.
'Hey sunshine.' Shane came up behind me and started walking with me.
'Urg. I'm not in the mood.'
'The mood of what? Talking?'
'Yes. My brain is not functioning right now and I'm so freaking tired. I'm practically a zombie right now.'
'God you and your dramatics. Ames, I have a very serious question for you.' He looked over at me and paused for dramatic effect. 'Who was that girl you were eye humping last night? There was so much heat between the two of you that even the sun couldn't compete.' Reagan.
'Who's Amy eye humping?' Karma had come up behind me and she took my hand, giving me a little squeeze.
'Nobody. Shane wasn't even there. He was alcoholically dancing.'
'I saw what I saw.' I shot him a deadly look that screamed "NOT HELPING". 'But of course I was very drunk and don't really recall the events of last night so well.'
'Who was this "girl"?' Karma asked. Something about the way she said "girl" had me wondering whether she asked out of curiousity or jealousy.
'Just some girl. I think her name was Reagan.'
'There isn't anything to worry about is there?'
'Are you jealous? It's kinda cute.' I smiled facing her.
'I have every right to be.'
'It's very adorable.' I pulled her closer and kissed her.
'Enough adorable lesbian kissing now, serious talk.' Shane interrupted.
'You said that about the eye humping thing.' I felt Karma grip a little tighter to my arm. I squeezed her back reassuringly. She wasn't usually so affectionate.
'Listen. Anyway this weekend my parents are throwing me a party. They feel bad about missing my birthday this year so they are compensating. It's going to be awesome. There will be food, drinks and the whole thing.'
'Free food… it's either a hit or a miss.'
'Oh trust me it's hit. My party is going to be catered and everything. Just you wait. So are you guys in?'
'I love parties! Of course.' Said Karma.
'Well I guess so then.' I replied.
There was always a downside for Shane's popularity, people. Being the most popular guy in school practically everyone is invited to his parties. This just makes things extremely crowded and awkward. Karma and I were inside dancing, well she was.
'Come on Amy! Dance with me.'
'I don't think it's considered dancing if all you're doing is trying to move in between people so they aren't groping you.'
'Such a buzz kill.'
'It's in my nature,' I smiled. 'I'm going to go get a drink.'
'Ok.'
I tried weaving my way out of there and let's just say it was difficult. Somehow I managed to get to the bar and order a coke. When I got back, I was a little taken back. I saw Karma in a "group-grinding" session and in particular, Liam. NOPE. I had to breathe. WHAT?! I marched towards them but I kept getting pushed around by everyone and I eventually lost them in the sea of people. I twisted and turned everywhere to try and see them but nothing. I huffed in frustration and exhaustion after my attempts of trying to find them. I went to my only comfort at the moment. Food. Thank God Shane decided that it would be better outside, where for some reason less people ventured to. Immediately I spotted shrimp. I took a hand full and started stuffing them in my mouth.
'I can say, at least those shrimp are safe.' Said a familiar husky voice. I turned and saw her, Reagan.
'Hey,' I mumbled, clearly with food in my mouth. I finished my mouth full before I spoke again. 'What are you doing here?'
'I'm a cater waiter.'
'Oh really?'
'Yeah DJ helps support my true passion of serving overly drunk teenagers who are ignoring the food anyway.' She said with heavily implied sarcasm and I could help but laugh. 'So what's up? Why are you stress eating?'
'Huh?'
'I noticed at the club you were uncomfortable and you ordered shrimp. Then now you have shrimp and don't exactly look like this is your scene. So I'm just making the assumption that shrimp is you go to food.'
'Right. Yeah. It's just… Nothing really. Girlfriend drama.'
'That sucks. I'm sorry. I'm here if you need to talk.'
'Thanks.' I paused. I wanted to tell her. Something about telling a stranger your problems felt relieving to a certain degree, or at least I thought so. 'My girlfriend, she's dancing with her ex boyfriend. Or was I don't know I couldn't find them.'
'Oh. Hey don't stress too much. I'm sure that it was nothing.' I could tell that she only told me what I wanted to hear. She huffed. 'I can't.'
'What?'
'I can't lead you to believe everything is fine. Who knows it might be. But I have to warn you that there might be the possibility it isn't.'
'Gee you are making me feel much better.'
'I'm sorry. I've had similar moments of false sense of security and honestly I just wish someone had just told it to my face. Give me your phone.'
'What?' My mind was still stunned by her frankness. Her command didn't exactly register in my mind.
'Your phone, shrimp girl.'
'Why?'
'So you can call me. Stop giving me that look. Not like that. I think we would be good friends and also I can tell you need someone to talk to. Maybe someone who has had some experience with girls with ex boyfriends? I just think we would get along.' She said.
I unlocked my phone and handed it to her. She typed something and then took a selfie. I assumed for the ID picture.
'Now you have my number and so you know who you are calling. God knows how many other Reagans you must know.' She smirked. 'I better get back to work. See you around shrimp girl.'
'Yeah, sure.'
'Maybe that'll be our thing.'
'Yeah.' She turned and walked off. I was left standing there trying to piece together what had just happened.
