here's the second chapter! An introduction of the OC that temporarily steals Amy's heart.

Taken straight from my tumblr post. all mistakes are mine, and I own nothing else, except for my OC.

Ten o'clock in the morning was way too early for a date. Shane had texted her a million times just to make sure she was up and out of bed getting ready. The issue with that was he had started texting her at eight! It only took at most forty-five minutes to wake up in the shower, brush teeth, throw on her outfit and bike over to the café. She didn't need a whole two hours for that! So Amy ended up being extremely early for her dates and she sat at a small table near the window. By the time the first girl showed up, Amy had already downed two mugs of coffee.

Shane had texted her a few details about the girls, including a snapshot (from what she guessed was their profile picture on FaceBook, but didn't have the guts to actually ask about him and his stalkery ways) so when the mousy haired girl tiptoed into the shop, Amy recognized her immediately. And the girl recognized her too, smiling shyly and taking a seat across from the blonde. "Hi," wow even her voice was mousy, "I'm Kelly."

Amy smiled back politely, nodding, "I'm Amy."

There was an awkward lapse in conversation with Amy fiddling with her cup and Kelly looking at her shyly through her eyelashes.

"Uhm, I'll just―I'm getting a coffee, need another?"

"No thanks," Amy smiled politely again. Kelly smiled back bashfully and ducked her head as she stood and went to the counter.

Oh jeeze. Amy's shoulders slumped. Social interaction was not her forte, what had she been thinking when she agreed to this? The door rang with the sound of bells again and a whiff of a certain perfume invaded her senses, making Amy's head snap up. She expected to see her best friend, but instead it was another female, briskly walking to the counter. Amy ground her molars together, squeezing her mug and looking down into the light liquid. Right. That's why. She needed to stop being so hung up on Karma. Her best friend.

When Kelly returned to the table a short while later their conversation was strained and forced. Kelly really liked video games and that was cool, but she'd been rambling on about World of Warcraft for about twenty minutes now. Amy had also learned that the other sophomore was still in the closet which had immediately crushed her hope of things going anywhere. She wanted a relationship where she could flourish and grow, not hide behind lies and deceit (again).

Amy was leaning her cheek in her palm and listening to Kelly drone on about leveling up her dark elf character, when the brunette suddenly jerked in her seat and began ruffling through her purse, apologizing. "H-Hello?" Amy hid a yawn behind her hand as her date spoke on the phone. "Nowhere, I stopped for coffee and got to chatting with a friend." Kelly flashed a pained smile and Amy pursed her lips, nodding in understanding. "Yeah sure, I'll be there soon. Bye mom, love you." When the line was disconnected Kelly sighed, "I'm sorry. Looks like I have to cut this date short."

"Oh darn," Amy sighed. She mentally flinched, hoping the girl didn't pick up on her sarcasm.

Thankfully the scrape of Kelly's chair hid the comment, and she continued to talk as if Amy hadn't spoken, "I'd love to do it again sometime, you can get my number from Shane?"

"Sure," Amy stood and awkwardly floundered for a moment before settling for shoving her hand forward for a handshake.

Kelly laughed under her breath and blushed, taking Amy's hand and shaking it softly. "See you around Amy."

"Bye," she gave a small wave as the girl exited the café. Sighing again she sat heavily and took a few sips of her coffee. She pulled a face, the liquid too chilly for her liking. Even on the hottest days she couldn't stand ice-coffee, it was just too wrong. Coffee was meant to be hot! While contemplating the pros and cons of getting up and ordering a fresh cup, Amy didn't notice that her second date had taken up residence in the chair across from her already.

"Hey Amy, you're looking ravishing today."

The blonde in questioned snapped her head around to look at the girl sitting across from her. Her face was already burning from the compliment. Really she hadn't dressed up too much. She'd chosen a pair of light blue skinny jeans but Karma told her the black ones with a few rips on the thighs suited her better so she'd worn them instead. She'd rolled up the bottom cuff for a cute look with her black and white checkered vans. A plain black tank top and the same plaid she'd worn for the other date Shane had set her up on a while ago, when she was just figuring out her sexuality. Karma had told her not to, but Amy had also grabbed a beanie and pulled it on because why the hell not? She liked how they looked and it kept people from noticing when the tips of her ears burned red when she got embarrassed.

But did she really look ravishing?

She let out a nervous laugh, smiling at the girl across from her. "Thanks. You must be Leslie, right?"

"So you know who I am?" The older female looked absolutely predatory as she leaned forward with her elbows on the table. She was smirking and looking way too full of herself. Leslie Abrams was a Senior at Hester High, known for working her way through every girl. Amy had no idea why Shane would set them up.

Amy squeezed her mug, "Yeah.. you've got quite the reputation on campus."

"A good one, I hope." She looked smug, and waved the barista over, who placed a fresh cup of coffee down next to the blonde. From the smell alone, she knew it was her usual order.

Amy bit her lip, her eyebrows pinching together. She really didn't want to be rude to the girl, but already she wasn't feeling this. "Uhm.."

"No need to answer, I already know," the girl grinned and laughed deeply.

Definitely not feeling this. Amy barely held back the urge to roll her eyes. "So," she cut to the chase, "Shane set this up. Why does he think we should go out?"

"I dunno, he said he had a cutie willing to branch out and try some new things. When he said it was you I was all for it. I didn't know Ashcroft was a lezzie until you guys dated, but she's probably just as new to it as you are. I'd be able to show you the ropes a lot better." That grin was absolutely perverted.

Oh gag me. Amy swallowed thickly and took a deep breath through her nose. Which was a bad idea because Leslie had apparently showered herself in a rather uncomplimentary scent from Axe. The blonde cleared her throat and subtly tugged at her collar. "Well, uhm, that's a very sweet offer. But I'm not exactly sure that you're what I'm looking for?"

Leslie frowned, her features twisting with confusion. "What, am I not hot enough?"

Amy's eyebrows went up in surprise. Leslie was a pretty girl yeah, but so very butch that it turned Amy off. The older girl had buzzed the side of her head down to near nothing , with a design in it that Amy couldn't quite make out. She was wearing baggie jeans that were nearly falling off, showing boxers, a pair of cumbersome boots and a deep v-neck, that did manage to show off some cleavage. But even if Amy thought she was attractive with those hazel eyes, full lips, and lightly tanned complexion, she still didn't like Leslie's attitude, it was entirely off-putting.

Amy shook her head. "Actually I really like your eyes, they're gorgeous," she said with a kind smile. "But you're being really intense and this is not what I'd imagined as a first date with anyone." Leslie's frown merely deepened. So Amy leaned closer and lowered her voice, "You insinuated sex when I know next to nothing about you. I'm not into that."

"So this was like a legit date? You're not just looking for tail?" Amy's face twisted in disgust, which apparently was answer enough for the girl. "Awe shit, sorry then babe. Maybe when you're all about this we can get together, but if not I'll see you 'round." She gave the blonde a wink and salute while sliding from the chair.

Well. Both of those "dates" had been a total bust. So Amy texted Shane exactly that, with a few crude words thrown in the mix.

But the third date? Well that one was actually an accident.

While Amy deliberated whether or not to abandon this full coffee and just go home to sulk, someone approached the table and said, "Hey, mind if I take a seat?"

Somewhat exhausted from today's endeavors and feeling a little hopeless, Amy lifted her head to politely decline, but the words never left her mouth. She stared up at this new girl, she had bright blue eyes, short hair that was styled very pixie-like that had been bleached blonde (obvious from the darker roots coming in). The girl was wearing dark blue skinny jeans tucked into a pair of ragged looking boots, that matched her leather jacket, covering a tight blue t-shirt, stretched across her chest, it was a low enough cut to catch a glimpse of her collar bones but not show any cleavage. Green eyes traced up the slope of her neck and Amy noticed the way her thin pink lips wavered into a more nervous smile with each passing moment and realized she had yet to answer the poor girl. "Oh!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and laughing softly at herself, "Yeah sure, go ahead, sorry."

"S'okay," the girl softly insisted, placing herself delicately in the other seat. Her hands were curled around a steaming mug, full and recently purchased. "Sorry for intruding, but I couldn't help but notice the fact that you just had two back to back dates?" A small laugh escaped her and Amy responded with a sheepish smile. "Either you're highly pined after or someone's trying to be a good friend and set you up. Yeah?"

Amy ducked her head slightly, nodding as she laughed. "My close friend Shane, thinks he can solve all my problems by sending all lesbians of Austin after me."

"Well Shane sounds like a very kind friend."

Amy took a sip of her coffee while rolling her eyes. "He tries to be, that's what counts."

"Ah, so he's not always as helpful as setting you up with really bad dates?" the mystery girl asked with a wry smile.

Green eyes flickered over this new face, her own lips curling upwards with amusement. "Well if he hadn't set them up I wouldn't be sitting here right now and then where would we be?"

"Good point," the girl chuckled.

"And c'mon the girls weren't that bad," Amy insisted.

More laughter ensued, blue eyes twinkling as they soaked in the smiling blonde before her. "Whatever floats your boat, sweetheart."

Amy felt that all familiar flop of her stomach. A feeling that she had only previously connected with Karma, and Karma alone. So feeling it now had the tips of her ears burning, and Amy was thankful for her choice of hat-wear. She pursed her lips and cleared her throat, glancing down into her coffee while gathering her thoughts to continue the conversation.

But the other girl interrupted her, saying, "I'm Christine by the way," and reached out her hand.

"Amy," she informed, nervously taking the offered hand and giving it a quick shake, not wanting the girl to suffer too long from her clammy palms.

Christine tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing in question, "Amy.. Raudenfeld?" The blonde hunched into herself slightly, face a mixture of surprise and regret, what rumors had this girl heard already? Sensing her discomfort, Christine offered an apologetic half smile, saying, "Sorry, it's not hard to make the connections. You're big talk around Hester High and as a new transfer student I've been keeping my ear out for any kind of gossip while hanging around town." But this didn't seem to relax Amy at all and Christine chewed her lip for a moment before continuing, "I heard that you were like the cutest lesbian ever to grace Austin, but I thought you weren't available?"

A long sigh escaped the girl and she lifted her head to glance across the table at the blue eyed blonde. "It's a long and complicated story but no, I'm 100% single now, looking to get over my relationship because it'll never be the same and that's why Shane was setting me up with any available lesbian he could think of."

Christine nodded, "Gotcha. And we just met so I don't wanna overstep my boundaries, but is diving head first into a new relationship really going to solve your problems?"

A soft smile tugged at Amy's lips and she took a moment to stare at the girl sitting across from her. She had such large, kind eyes that were filling with concern and exuding trust. Amy glanced down, following the slope of a tiny button nose to downright kissable lips, which she noticed were slowly pulling into a growing smile. Her gut clenched. Green clashed with blue. She swallowed nervously before saying, "Well not exactly, Shane's advice was more like, to get over someone you have to get under someone else.."

Christine pursed her lips to hide an amused smile as she nodded at the girl before her, who was looking equal parts ashamed and adorable. "Well uh that one girl, right before me, she definitely looked willing to top you. Probably right then and there even."

Amy's mouth dropped open, astounded that this practical stranger would say that. And with a straight face too! But then Christine chuckled, half of her mouth hitching to flash a crooked smirk, and Amy understood that she was teasing. Amy huffed out a small laugh and pressed her fingers to her forehead and rubbing as if she could get rid of the memory, "Leslie was quite the character."

They shared a small laugh together. After a moment it trailed off into a serene silence. Amy glanced between her coffee and Christine, taking notice that the quiet between them was much more bearable than the awkwardness she had endured with Kelly. They sat like that for a few minutes, just sipping their coffee and smiling sweetly at one another, until Amy plucked up the courage to say, "So as a new transfer student who's wearing a leather jacket in Austin, I'm assuming you're moving here from somewhere a little cooler?"

Christine grinned, fidgeting slightly in her chair as she tugged on the lapels of her jacket. "Can you tell?" They were laughing again, and Amy's cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much after crying for a week straight. "But your observational skills are on point, I'm from New Jersey."

"Oh, the big Jersey Shore huh?"

Christine rolled her eyes, "No, northern Jersey, actually."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," Amy said with a chuckle.

"S'okay, I'm used to it." She leaned forward on her elbows, and Amy noticed right away that it was a lot different from when Leslie had done it because this time she didn't feel like a piece of meat. "Literally everyone I've talked to here has said it," she smirked, eyes flickering over Amy's face, "You're not as original as you thought you were." Amy blushed, looking down as she laughed. By the time she looked back up, Christine had leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. "My dad got a job transfer and he tried to make the distance work before we decided it would be better to all move to Austin together instead of straining the family like that."

Amy nodded, "That makes sense. Was it a weird transition?"

The other blonde shrugged, "It's not awful so far. The house is cool, all our unpacking is almost done, but Hester High looks like a decent school, so it won't be too bad. Of course I'll miss my friends.. But this is an opportunity to broaden my horizons and make a change in my life, y'know? Plus, who knows, maybe I'll make even better friends."

Wow, Amy thought, leaning her cheek in her palm and smiling across the table at the other girl, she's… something else. A smile slowly spread across her face as she nodded, saying, "Yeah, I know what you're saying. Change is good, sometimes."

"Yeah," Christine breathed out, her own smile growing, "Change can be very good."

The two sat together, drinking their coffee and chatting for a while, learning the basics of one another. Christine now knew that Amy was a Junior, that she enjoyed lazy nights in watching Netflix, donuts were her favorite and she lived with her mom, step-father and step-sister, which was a new situation. And Amy learned that Christine sometimes liked to be called Chris or CJ, also likes lazy nights watching Netflix, is a Senior and will be starting her classes this Monday, identifies as bisexual and that she now lives with her parents and older brother in a house not all too far from Amy's own. Once that information was revealed, Chris had glanced at her watch and hummed thoughtfully, before saying, "I don't know if you've got anywhere else to be. But I could drive you home if you needed?"

"Uhm," Amy paused. She enjoyed spending time with this girl. They'd laughed and joked, gotten to know a little about each other and honestly she was having fun so far. Her lips curled into a fond smile, which Chris hesitantly returned. "I'd like that," Amy murmured, her words soft.

She swears she could see a hint of red on the other girl's cheeks as she grinned and nodded, saying, "Cool."

But in the midst of gathering themselves and walking out Amy realizes (because now it's staring her in the face) that she rode her bike here. "Oh man," she groaned.

"What?" the other blonde asked, nudging the girl with her elbow and digging into her jacket pocket for her keys.

"Well, as much as I'd wanna drive home with you, I just―" she huffed and gestured vaguely to her bicycle.

"Oh," CJ chuckled, rounding on the bike and trailing a finger over the teal frame. "It's nice, I love the old style to it." She lifted her gaze and met green eyes, "Plus, it'll fit perfectly fine in the bed of my truck."

"What?" Amy looked up into blue eyes, sparkling with mirth.

"It's not a problem, sweetheart," she laughed softly, her palm ghosting over Amy's lower back, "Just walk it around to the parking lot and we'll throw it in the bed.. Or well, not throw, but like, you know what I mean right?"

Amy flashed a grin, flipping the kickstand and wheeling the bike as CJ walked beside her. "Yeah I know," she said with a laugh. Even though the older girl wasn't fully touching her, Amy couldn't help but bite her lip, feeling how CJ's hand would brush against her back while hovering there. It felt nice, kind of protective.

They stopped at a black and silver Chevy Silverado that initially Amy would never be able to see Christine driving. But with the ease the girl lowered the hatch and jumped up into the bed, reaching down for Amy's bike and carefully hefting it up made her reevaluate that. She could definitely see Chris just kicking back in the driver's seat, rocking a pair of aviators or something cliché.

CJ jumped down and grinned, wiping her palms on her thighs before slamming the hatch closed. "Alright, shouldn't move around too much back there." She chewed her lip for a moment, feeling small under Amy's gaze. She shrugged out of her leather jacket, stifled in the heat and asked a sheepish, "What?"

"Huh?" Amy was startled out of her admiring and clenched her hands into fists, eyes widening. "Oh, uh, nothing. I was just―You―I didn't expect you to be so…" Amy couldn't find the right word, but it apparently didn't matter because Christine's laughter saved her from having to finish.

"Yeah I get it. I'm tiny and don't look like much. But my dad had me and my brother helping him out with yard work since we were little, so I dunno, I'm just used to hauling things around and getting roughed up with mostly male cousins, and I won't cry over a broken nail." She shrugged, walking Amy around to the passenger's side to unlock it with the key. She opened the door for the green-eyed beauty.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it in a bad way or anything. It's cool. You're cool," Amy rushed to say.

"Well thanks," CJ grinned.

It was big and crooked, one of those dopey grins. And Amy liked it. She could feel her stomach fluttering with butterflies. "Yeah," she awkwardly stated, before climbing into the passenger's seat. As Christine walked around to the driver's side Amy shook her head and tried to compose herself. She wasn't used to being around pretty girls who gave her this kind of attention.

Chris hops up into the seat with ease and fluidity from practice and starts the engine after tossing her jacket into the small back seat. She glances over at Amy with a sheepish smile as the country station blurts to life through the radio. "You mind?" She asks while buckling up.

Amy follows her lead, and shrugs. "It's a short ride, music won't really matter."

CJ chuckles quietly and throws the truck into reverse, backing out of her spot and getting onto the road. With the sun glaring in her face she unclips a pair of knock-off raybans from the visor. Amy can't help but hide a smile behind a hand as her elbow is propped up against the window, thinking that Chris can pull those off just as well as she'd imagine the aviators.

With a few instructions they were parked outside the Raudenfeld-Cooper residence and walking to the bed of the truck. Christine yet again jumped up into the back with ease. She flashed a crooked grin at Amy as she slowly and carefully lowered the bike onto the ground, then sat on the hitch. Her legs swung back and forth as Amy fiddled with the handle bars, and CJ's grin grew in size. She laughed, "C'mere," and hopped down, gesturing for Amy with open arms.

The younger girl smiled bashfully and setup the kickstand, before taking the two and a half steps to Christine and slid her arms around the girl. CJ was warm and the arms around Amy's neck were comforting as their bodies molded together. She sighed, resting her chin against the Senior's shoulder and smiling. There were those butterflies again! She took a deep breath and sighed, closing her eyes as a new scent invaded her senses.

Hearing the front door slam had the girls breaking apart. Amy stared over at her house, seeing her step-sister there, arms folded and usual glare firmly in place. "Amy," she called out, "Your mom didn't know where you were. Learn to answer your freaking phone," she practically growled.

Amy sighed and turned back to Christine, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry, that's just.."

"The evil step-sister," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows, "No worries. Go on and sooth your mother's worries," she turned to lift the hitch into place. "I'll see you at school on Monday."

"Yeah," Amy nodded, grinning at the new Austin resident. Christine continued to walk away and Amy chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before calling out, "Text me when you get home?"

CJ glanced over her shoulder and smirked, "Sure thing," then lifted herself into the driver's seat and started driving away.

"Text me when you get home? When she lives like a block and a half away?" Amy groaned, kicking harshly at the bike's stand and rolling it to the garage. "Smooth Amy," she grumbled, leaning it carefully against the wall before heading inside.

Immediately her mother was there, gripping her upper arms and looking her over. "Oh Amy, dear where have you been?"

Amy shrugged her off, "Mom, I'm fine, stop."

Lauren was lingering about, watching with narrowed eyes and a calculating gaze. She had to speak up and ask, "So where were you?"

Amy briefly glared at her step-sister, before turning her attention back to her mother. "I was just getting coffee.."

"You left quite early for just a quick coffee run," Farrah harrumphed.

Amy sighed and threw her hands up in the air, "I went out on a couple of dates, alright?"

"Oh, how lovely!" The older blonde's face split into a blinding smile. "What's his name?"

"Not a he.. They were all girls," she grumbled, pulling at her plaid shirt uneasily.

"Oh," the sound was a lot less jubilant than moments before. "All?"

"Yeah, mom. Shane set me up on two dates and then I hung out with this other girl."

"So.." Farrah looked awkward and apined as she drew out the word before asking, "No boys at all?"

Amy closed her eyes and blew out a long breath. "Yes. I like girls, remember?" But she didn't give her mother a moment to answer, or Lauren to stick in her comment, continuing, "I'm going upstairs. Shane will probably show his face here after a while, by the way, and most likely stick around for dinner."

The eldest blonde perked up at this information, even though Shane was literally the gayest person in existence (something she was oblivious to), and Lauren rolled her eyes, as Amy shuffled up the steps. It only took a few minutes away from her family for the serene smile to return to her face, thinking of the time she'd spent with CJ this afternoon.

end of chapter two. lemmie know if y'all are interested in seeing more of this