Chapter 2.

"No."

"Please, Amy. There's only a certain amount to times I can beg you."

"Then you should really stop then, huh?"

Karma glanced up at the pair from her seat on Amy's bed where she was filing her nails. Her eyes glancing back and forth as she watched the argument unfold in front of her, bickering back and forth. The two had been at this for at least an hour and a half. When did people become so stubborn? Especially because Karma knows as well as Amy knows that she'll cave soon and go along with Shane's request. It's one the many give away traits of Amy Raudenfeld.

"I don't understand why everyone insists on bringing me out of my little bubble lately. I'm perfectly happy just relaxing!" Amy sighed as she flopped down on her bed, arms rising up to cover her eyes, temporarily protecting her from the world in front of her.

Feelings a pair of hands come up and grip her own hands, bringing them back down to her sides she scrunched her eyes closed, flat out refusing to acknowledge owner of said hands.

"Amy."

"Amy doesn't live here anymore."

"Amy, I swear to god."

"What Shane? What could you possibly do?" Amy sat up with a start, eyes full of challenge. Which on any other occasion would have worked. Except in any situation in which Shane Harvey is involved.

And that brings us to now. With Amy, Karma, Liam 'Hottie Doucheface' , Shane, and Duke…Shanes 'trainer' who comes to underground raves with 17 year olds. Totally legit. AXM was the name up in lights, and judging from the the look of the place, you don't want to ask what it stands for. The smell of sweat an alcohol filled the air, barely catching the back of the groups throats.

"I'll go get us some drinks." Liam half shouted half mimed to the group, lightly smack Shanes shoulder as the boy already got distracted scoping out his playthings. Karma nodded enthusiastically, smiling when Amy did the same. That was until Liam was gone and Amy's smile went right along with him, dropping immediately.

Karma rolled her eyes before nudging her best friend with her hip and nodding over to a few stools in the middle of the floor. "So I have a question." She spoke to Amy's ear.

"Yes I think you should break up with Liam."

"Surprisingly, not my question. Ass."

Pausing as they climbed up the stools because really, who can get on those things in a lady like manner anyway. "Well this is awkward." Amy risked a look at Karma, and noting the totally unamused look in her eyes. "I'm joking! Totally joking. What was your question?"

"I swear to god ever since you discovered Netflix you've became really sassy and I'm not sure I can cope. Anyways, my question was did you ever text that chick fro-"

"Reagan?"

Giving Amy a smirk Karma just rose her eyebrows, anticipating Amy's string of excuses that are bound to come. "No. Thought about it. But seriously how do you text someone in this situation? Hi, remember me? You heard me mumbling about Shrimp and then I acted like a horny teenage boy for about an hour. Wanna go out?"

"As smooth as that is. A 'hey, how're you?' would have done! You've got such issues. The girl was completely into you. If she gave you her number when you acted like a complete dick, what would she do if you turned on your A game?" Karma threw in a wink for good measure. "Did you at least take a look at her Facebook?"

Amy's eyes widened as she lent close to calm her and spoke through semi-gritted teeth. "You facebo-you face booked stalked her?!"

Rolling her eyes and moving her finger along the rim of her glass, carefully thinking about her next sentence. "It's not Facebook stalking per se…more…doing some reckon work. Y'know, making sure she wasn't some lesbian vampire."

"Lesbian vampire, Karma, really?" Karma just shrugged in response. "Fine, lay it on me, what did you find?"

Karma squealed and did a small clap before leaning forward and putting a finger up. "She's 22, born and raised in texas, is the definition of out and proud lesbian. I THINK by looking at her pictures she had a lip piercing at one point. She posts a lot. Like really a lot. Like I'd bet she has an iPhone. I think she's got two brothers at least. She speaks spanish considering sometimes she posts in it which meant i had to go through the whole google translator thing but whatever."

"When you stalk, you stalk hard."

"Thank you to you kind lady."

Amy let out a laugh before growing serious and taking a deep breath. "Look, I don- Hey Guys! Hey! Missed you." Amy covered as the two boys approached the girls little area, gratefully taking some sort of pink drink from Shane.

Liam looked at Amy with squinted eyes, not so stupid to be unaware of Amy's dislike for him. She never misses him. Somethings a rye. Good word that, a rye.

Shane did a full circle of the club, eyes running over everyone and everything before turning back to the table with a huff. "This is why I hate straight clubs, Ok? My gaydar is 50 shades of confused. I can't tell if those I think Gay actually are or if they're just hipster. There's literally no difference."

Amy looked towards Karma to decide which one of them was going to respond to Shanes observations, frowning when she noticed Karma was to caught up giggling as Liam whispered into her ear. 'So fucking sweet. Bleh.'

"Shane…I'm not 100 percent sure, but I don't think you can tell someone's gay by looking at them. Just putting that out there." Finishing off her sentence with a swig of her drink.

"Sure you can. I called you ages ago-" Amy wasn't sure what happened for the next 30 seconds as she was too busy chocking on her drink that had went down the wrong way due to Shane's accusations. She's pretty sure Liam was the one who actually patted her back seen as she's sure she can hear faint sounds of Karma's stupid snort laugh.

"DUDE. I'm not gay!" She managed to force out eventually, pushing Liam's hands away from her with what started as a grateful look but slowly turned to annoyance.

"Mmmhmm" Was all Shane said with a wave of the hands in her direction. Eyes going up to again search for a mountain he can climb. If you get me.

Amy stared at Shane with wide eyes, mouth hung agape. "Don't 'mmhmm' me, Shane Harvey! I'm not gay…I think." The last part was of course mumbled under her breath. The boy paid no attention to his blonde friend, angering the teen. "Shane. Shane! No? Really? You're gonna ignore me?"

"Amy." A voice cautiously beckoned.

"Not now Karma."

"Amy!"

"Karma! Can I please address one crazy person at a time." Amy stuck her hand up in Karma's direction.

"Amy for the love of god look." Karma pointed up over Amy's shoulder, eyes shining with trouble.

Turning around and following Karma's directions, Amy's heart sped up and her palms immediately got sweaty. Up there, in all her glory was Reagan spinning on the decks, completely in her element. "Oh. My god." Amy muttered out, unsure if the heat on her cheeks was the thought of Reagan or if it was the alcohol.

"What're you guys looking at?" Shane asked, his attention only just arriving back at the table. Following Karma's point and Amy's longing staring, his eyes widened as he let out a low whistle. "Damn. How do we know her? Do we like her?" Interest now peaked at the thought of gossip. "…Guys?" Neither girl payed him any attention, both continuing to watch the older girl. "Karma I shit you not, you look creepily evil right now. Stop smirking at the poor girl."

That brought Amy's attention back to earth, turning in her chair to face her friends once again. "Karma." No response. "Karma, c'mon." Amy tried snapping her fingers in front of her eyes only to receive no response. "What're you doing, weirdo?"

"If I stare at her long enough, she'll feel eyes on her. Fact."

"You're creepy. Fact."

The staring continued for a few more minutes, the rest of the group continuing with pleasant conversations. Read: Shane lost interest and Amy was stuck listening to Liam chatter on about his latest piece of art. Soon enough though they where interrupted by Karma sticking her arms up, waving them above her head. Amy didn't even need to look up to know what Karma was doing, assuming she finally got Reagan's attention. The blonde isn't ashamed to say she face palmed over the embarrassment that is her best friend.

"Amy." Karma spoke out the side of her mouth, smile not moving from it, trying to get Amy's attention without being obvious. "Amy! She's looking at you."

Amy felt her stomach flip slightly, who's wouldn't if you knew someone like Reagan was purposely trying to get her attention. Who knew other people do Karma's staring trick. "Who's staring at Amy?" Liam put his two cents in.

"Amy please for the love of god put the girl out of her misery and look at her." Karma spoke directly, ignoring Liam for now.

"How do you even know she's looking at me?"

"Well she's not gonna be looking at Liam, is she?" Shane commented, watching the interaction with great interest. Hester could always use another gay.

Hearing his name Liam looked at Shane, "Hey! She could be! Now, who is this 'she'" 'Now is so not the time to deal with your shit, Liam.' Amy had to stifle down a laugh at how oblivious Liam was to the glare Karma sent in his direction, if she was anything, it was territorial. Amy had long accepted and came to terms with this. Liam, well Liam had a way to go yet.

Shane grabbed his friends head and turned it in the right direction, waiting for him to click. He loves the boy, but he really does have his dim moments. "Ok yeah, totally waiting for Amy."

Eventually Amy couldn't take her friends blatant staring and the eyes burning holes in her back, and turned around. Immediately making eye contact with the DJ who sent a wide smile her way, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow in her direction and motioning her head. Signalling for Amy to come join her. The blonde glanced back to her friends for a second before looking at Reagan again, sending a shy grin her way when the brunette shrugged and rose her eyebrows, telling her the offers there.

"Ok, help me." Amy said as she spun back around to her friends.

"Pfft, why would we need to help you. I mean, she's a friend right? No need to be nervous around someone you're not attracted too." Karma spoke, her voice laced with challenge.

Amy looked at Karma, knowing exactly what the girl was playing. The two girls had a mini stare off for a minute, leaving the boys to watch, still not getting how girls work.

"Fine. I give!" Amy stuck her hands up before picking up the rest of her drink and downing it, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she was done.

"And why do you need my help, dearest Amy?"

"Because I think I like Reagan." Amy mumbled, subconsciously knowing the clubs music 'which was being played by Reagan. Reagan ridiculously hot Reagan. Reagan who gave me her number. REAGAN.'

"I'm sorry, what was that?" All three leant closer to Amy, faces showing expectancy.

Amy looked at all three of them before sighing and looking up, anything to avoid their eye contact. "Because I think I like Reagan."

"HA! I KNEW IT." Shane called out, sticking his hand up to Karma, high fiving the girl before turning to Liam and sticking his hand out. Rolling his eyes Liam pulled out his wallet and handing him 20 dollars, and handed Karma the same.

Amy watched the exchange curiously. "What the fuck?" Silence overtook the table. "You bet on me didn't you? You asses. Wait, Shane you literally only just found out about Reagan."

The boy shrugged as he pocketed his new found money. "Yeah but I bet you'd come out before the end of the year, as did Karma. Liam here thought you'd wait till we graduated"

"You're all little shits. All of you." Amy declared, pointing a finger at all of them one after the other as she got down from the stool.

The only way to get through to Reagan's booth was to go through the dance floor, which was just a new experience altogether. Bodies pressed against her from every angle as she pushed her way through. It wasn't to bad till Reagan changed the song to a dance mix of Show me by Kid Ink and everyone started grinding just everywhere. Amy had to admit, she didn't actually dislike it. There's something sensual about the way the body moves. Which of course got her thinking about how Reagan's body moves. She bet's she's a good dancer. She just seems like a very sensual person. And Amy is completely ok with that. But then her bubble popped as the base hit and everyone rose their arms, sweaty armpits stuck in her face from every direction you could imagine. She'd even go so far to describe it as armpit galore.

Eventually reaching the rusty ladder leading to Reagan's area. I wish I reached Reagan's area. Amy puffed loose strands of her off her face and flattened her shirt then bringing a hand up to her mouth, cupping it and breathing out before breathing through her nose, doing the compulsory breath check.

She began the climb up, suddenly aware of the fact she was wearing extremely skinny jeans. And she was Climbing. In skinny jeans. Awkward if everyone can see my ass.

"Hey Shrimp girl. Want a hand"? With that, the owner of the husky voice stuck a soft hand down towards amy, offering to help pull the girl up. "I was wondering when I'd see you again."

So, little bit of bribery here. Next chapter is WRITTEN, and is literally all Reamy. Reamy flirting, Reamy dancing, Little bit of this, little bit of that. So review, and I'll post it when I reach the goal in my head. (Not many) Criticism is more than welcome.

Also if anyone has any requests that they want, feel free to let me know and I'll try my best to work them in. In regards to a few things:

-I know they wouldn't be able to drink, but fake ID's are good nowadays, cmon.

-Smut will DEFINITELY be in this story. I'm a fan of go big or go home. That and I feel Reamy would be pretty damn kinky too.

Also there's gonna be a sneaky little easter egg in the next chapter.