Chapter 2.
Liam leans over to Karma when Amy turns to face Reagan, "We should sit…things can get pretty heated between those two real quick." He whispers in her ear before taking his seat.
"Booker, you're whisper is at quiet as Shane's flamboyancey" Reagan says breaking her kiss with Amy, making the group of friends bust out in laughter. Karma looks around at the new faces, guessing that Shane is the guy in the perfectly ironed, brightly colored shirt that is buttoned up to his neck and not a single hair out of place. He looks like he stepped right out of an Armani catalogue.
Karma looks back at Amy who is already looking at her with a small smile and cheeks slightly blushed. Reagan looks at her girlfriend because she doesn't here her second favorite sound in the world, Amy's laugh. Her own laugh dies in her throat when she sees that Amy isn't even paying attention. She puts her hand on Amy's upper arm, "Ready Shrimps?"
Amy unlocks her eyes from Karma's and gives Reagan a questioning look, "Ready for what?"
"Um, I texted you this morning about it." She narrows her eyes and arches her eyebrow, Amy nervously glances at Karma "You never replied but I figured it was because you were…" Reagan trails off as her eyes follow Amy's.
Karma uses this moment to take her seat next to Liam at the lunch table, feeling like she was invading the couple's personal bubble.
"Guys, this is Karma." Liam states to the group. "Karma, this is Shane, Theo, and Lauren." Karma smiles and waves to each person as they're introduced, all of them smile back besides Lauren, who is too busy looking at her phone. The group falls into a casual conversation but Karma's attention is elsewhere.
She watches as, who she can only assume is her girlfriend, and Amy walking to the parking lot and getting in an old, beat up truck. "How stereotypical." She mutters to herself. She's surprised, yet oddly content, when she sees the raven haired girl animatedly waving her hands around, and what looks like yelling at the blonde.
"Do they fight often?" Karma hears herself ask, not taking her eyes off the couple.
"No…never actually." A vaguely familiar voice answers her which finally brings Karma's attention back to the table because who the hell would she know sitting here. When her eyes lock on icy blue ones, that look like they're trying to burn a hole through her head, Karma swallows hard. "You're the bitch from the bus!" The girl Liam named as Lauren spits at her, dropping her forkful of kale back onto her tray.
"Takes one to know one."
"Ohhh, new girl is melting the ice queen with that burn!"
"Can you fucking not." Lauren throws a hand in Shane's face but keeps her eyes locked on Karma while Karma's gaze slid back to the scene in the shitty truck. A giant lump forms in her throat when she sees Amy grab the other girl by the neck and kiss her so passionately it makes Karma rethink every kiss she's experienced, trying to remember one that was like that.
Nothing came to mind.
Karma knew being the new kid was going to suck. She knew transferring schools in the middle of the semester was going to be even worse. What she didn't know was that of all the fucking people in her fucking History class she was going to get stuck working on a semester fucking long project with Lauren fucking Cooper.
She decided to walk to Lauren's house because coincidentally, they lived not even 10 minutes from each other. Lauren insisted, or more like commanded, she go there that evening. She took her time, not just to avoid the inevitable, but to admire the beauty that was Austin, Texas in the fall. The multicolored leaves crunching under her boots, a breeze slightly blowing her dress, tickling her legs, this all made her smile and she started humming. Karma learned how to appreciate the small things in life. Her family was from a small town, and growing up not having much and being from a place where not much went on, was a slight blessing in disguise.
When she stopped in front of a house that matched the address Lauren wrote down for her, her relaxed state disappeared. Come on Ashcroft, put your big girl panties on and go. She mentally told herself. With a sigh and a muttered "Fuck me." Karma made her way up the walk way and through the door, remembering Lauren told her to go straight in because 'My parents won't be home and I'm not wasting my energy to get the door for you.' She cringes at the thought of the small devil's shrill voice.
Damn, nice place. Karma thinks as she makes her inside.
"Asscroft." Rolling her eyes, Karma turns around halfway up the stairs to see Lauren at the bottom. "I'll be up in a second, my room is the one down the hall, on the left." Karma gives her a thumbs up and a half assed smile. "Don't fucking touch anything!" Lauren's voice fades as she reaches the second floor.
She's such a bitch, what did I do that was so bad for karma to come full force and stick me with her. Worst first day ever.
Rolling her eyes at her use of the word "karma", she swings the door open to Lauren's room lost in her inner bitching.
Amy didn't know how her girlfriend did it, but she swore just her lips were enough to make her come undone. She grabbed Reagan's face and pulled her back up to crash her lips on the older girl's, glad their argument earlier didn't put an awkward tension between them. Sliding her tongue into Reagan's mouth she smiled into the kiss as she heard a soft moan.
"Mmm, I like when you're forceful." Is mumbled against Amy's lips. Amy responds by flipping them, without breaking their kiss, so she's straddling Reagan. A small gasp escapes Reagan and Amy takes this small break as a time to gently bite the older girl's bottom lip and give it a light pull as she sits up. Amy cocks her head a little bit and wrinkles her forehead. Is Lauren talking to someone?
"What is it, Shrimps?" Reagan asks, voice huskier than usual.
Amy looks down at her girlfriend, her sexy, pupil dilated, swollen lipped girlfriend and can't help the smile that spreads and relaxes her face, making her forget that she thought she heard something downstairs.
Giving her a wink, she pulls her shirt over her head and throws it somewhere behind her. Reagan can't help but run her fingers down the contours of Amy's stomach, making shivers go up and down the blonde's spine. Amy lets her head fall back, a moan passing her lips, reveling in the warmth that is Reagan's fingers trailing down her body. Reagan smirks hearing Amy's moan because that is her favorite sound. Amy hears her zipper being pulled down and is ready to lift up and help get her pants off when her door swings open. Amy turns her head so fast she thought she gave herself whiplash.
"What the fuck!" Reagan yells leaning up on her elbows.
Karma can't move. Unlike Amy who jumped off her bed so quick she could have been mistaken as the Flash. Amy hugs herself trying to cover the exposed parts of her body, eyes moving around the room frantically when they land by Karma's feet. Karma doesn't notice because she is too caught up looking at what she can of Amy's body. Her trance is broken when darks eyes and perfectly shaped eyebrows are in her line of sight. She locks eyes with the other girl and her mouth goes dry. She looks pissed…
She watches as Reagan bends down and picks something up at her feet, tossing it to Amy. Karma leans to the left a little to see what it is and watches as Amy pulls the shirt on, her eyes widening and subconsciously biting her lip as she gets a quick view of Amy's toned stomach.
"Ah hell no!" Reagan snaps, pulling Karma's attention back to her. Before Karma can comprehend what's happening there are two hands shoving her out of the room. She turns around to say something but is met with the door slammed in her face.
"Well that was fun to watch." Karma slowly turns around and is met with a snickering Lauren. She narrows her eyes and has half a mind to slap the smaller blonde. Lauren shoves past her and down the hall to another door on the left. Karma slowly counts to ten, trying to get her emotions in check, and follows.
"Did you do that on purpose? Fucking Christ Lauren! That was so embarrassing!" Karma exclaimed as she walked in the room. Lauren was sitting on her bed examining her cuticles trying to block out the rant the new annoyance in her life was now on.
"Could you stop babbling for maybe, I don't know, half a second? You're incessant talking and terrible hair color are starting to give me a headache." Lauren says looking up, "And if you must know, no, I didn't 'do that' on purpose. One, I told you my room was down the hall. Two, I figured Amy would have locked her door. And three, my door has my fucking name on it, which you can close now." She finishes pointing at her door.
Karma turns around so Lauren won't see the heat of embarrassment glowing from her cheeks. Rolling her eyes at the very obnoxious and super hard to miss bedazzled "Lauren" on the door she closes it and mentally prepares herself for what's to come while working on this project with the spawn of Satan.
Amy has been staring at the ceiling for what seems like hours, replaying the day over and over and over. Reagan stormed out pissed off as ever after the "incident". Amy thought back to the conversation they had in her truck back at the school. She kept reassuring her that nothing was going on with Karma, I mean how could there be, she literally met her that day. Karma walking in on them didn't help her situation though. It just made Reagan question her even more because 'Why would she be here if you just met her?' Amy thinks back to Reagan's words.
Until Lauren enlightened her and told her that Karma was assigned to work with her on some project, she wasn't even sure why Karma was at her house. But she also doesn't understand why Reagan was being so jealous and insecure. They had been together for a little over five months and Reagan had been more chill seeing other girls (and guys as a matter of fact) blatantly flirting with her.
A small part of her feels guilty though. She knows that she felt something when she met Karma, the way her skin tingled at such a simple touch…twice…but she is in love with Reagan and Reagan knew that.
The buzzing of her phone pulls Amy out of her thoughts, furrowing her brow at the unknown number.
From Uknown:
Hi. It's Karma, I just wanted to apologize
for earlier, I wasn't paying attention and
it was all just a terrible accident.
So, yeah, I'm really sorry.
To Karma:
Hey, don't worry about it. It's not a big
deal.
How did you get my number btw?
From Karma:
I jacked it from Lauren's phone when
she went to the bathroom. I hope that's okay?
I'm pretty sure your girlfriend hates me now
and I wouldn't want you getting in trouble for
talking to me.
P.S. Thanks for NOT informing me Lauren is your sister.
To Karma:
Ya, she was just upset cause she'll be out of town
for 2 weeks and tonight was our "last night together"
but don't worry about it, she isn't in charge of who I do
and don't talk to.
P.S. Step-sister. And it's not information I usually tell
people right when I meet them. I kind of like knowing
the shit they say about her, it makes me laugh.
But it's pretty late so I'm goin to get some sleep.
Night.
From Karma:
That's good to know :)
P.S. I guess I wouldn't either lol
Goodnight Amy.
Amy tosses her phone somewhere on her bed and rubs her face with her hands. She isn't even tired but that small amount of guilt grew by texting Karma when Reagan won't even text her back. I have to prove to her Karma is just a new girl, a potential friend maybe, but that's it. It takes her about five seconds to concoct a plan and about five minutes to change and sneak out of her window.
A/N: Hey there...not sure how I feel about how this chapter played out, but I wanted to update so I just cranked out what I could. I would really appreciate knowing what you think and if you want to throw some ideas at me I would happily catch them.
And for those who are going to want to know who I'm shipping in this story...I have no idea. Sorry bout it.