Chapter 3

"You okay?"

Amy froze. "Uh… I, yeah… fine."

Karma frowned. "No, you're not. What's wrong?"

The blonde shook her head. "I can't do this… I-I," she took a breath, "I like you."

The strawberry blonde stared at her. "Me? As in… like like?" Amy let out a breath and shrugged.

"Y-Yeah… I think so." And Karma didn't want to admit it, but fuck being straight and fuck her reputation, she liked her too, but her reputation wouldn't be forgiven so easily. "I just… I can't do this… we can't be friends anymore, or… whatever we were."

Karma looked at her with big eyes and Amy had to look away. "What… why?" Because dammit, Amy was a bad person, but Karma wanted to change that, she wanted to give her a chance because she thought she was worth it, but apparently she's not worth it to Amy.

The blonde nervously ran her hands over her face. "I'm sorry, Karma."

Tears flooded the green eyes. "Get out," she said sternly.

"I'm sorry… I really am," she pleaded.

"Get out." And eventually, she did.

Two weeks later

Liam and Amy walked through the hallway of Hester High. Liam as confident as ever, but Amy?

Not so much. But she was Amy Raudenfeld. She didn't need this shit. She could easily move on. (see rule #6) So she tried to. The only person left on her list that she had a chance with was the English teacher from room 210, so she turned to go down the english wing of the school.

"Hi, Ms. Kavinsky," she said smoothly as she leaned against the door frame.

"Is there something I can help you with, Ms. Raudenfeld?"

She smiled. "Yes, there is," she said, smiling turning into a smirk. "Can I see you in the bathroom for a moment?"

Ms. Kavinsky thought on it and eventually nodded.

Ten minutes later, Ms. Kavinsky walked out of the bathroom, shortly followed by Amy. Who she bumped into, though, made her internally groan. "Really?! My English teacher?"

"I… sorry?" she tried.

Slap

"Stop doing that!" Amy whined, rubbing her cheek.

"As soon as you're done being a dickwad!" she yelled. Karma was furious. So, Amy basically dumps her two weeks ago, even though they weren't dating and then fucks her teacher? Hell no.

The blonde sighed. "Look, I'm sorry… you just… you know I can't do feelings."

The green eyed girl shook her head, a look of disgust on her face. "No, Amy, we both know you can, but you don't want to because you have a fear of commitment and being committed to someone means your asshole attitude would have to go, and you don't want it to. Let's be real, here, Amy."

And fuck, she was so right.

Two more weeks later

Amy and Karma haven't talked in two weeks, unless you count the looks Karma gives Amy in the hallways. The blonde didn't want to admit it, but it was driving her crazy. She liked… no, likes Karma and she fucked everything up.

Liam had asked her to go to a club with him, to get her mind off of the auburn haired green eyed beauty, but she turned him down. She'd rather drown herself in her sorrows.

She grabbed her car keys and fake ID and drove to the nearest liquor store. The girl that was the clerk and the gas station, didn't buy her fake ID so she took Amy's number instead, even though she would never answer that girl's call.

Amy got back in her car and drove to a park not far from Karma's house. She needed to be reminded of why she was doing this.

She parked in the parking lot and walked to the slide, sat on the edge and opened the bottle of peach vodka, which was funny because she hated peaches. But she drank it anyway.

An hour and three minutes later, the bottle was almost ¾ gone. "Fuck me," she slurred and laid back on the slide to stare up at the stars. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and after three tries finally opened her Pandora to which the song Habits by Tove Lo started playing. The chorus rang through her mind and she felt horrible. And no, not just from the vodka.

You're gone and I gotta stay high

All the time to keep you off my mind

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh.

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh.

Amy wasn't sure if it was raining by now or if she was just crying or both.

Spending my days locked in a haze

Tryna forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all the time

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

Five minutes away, Karma turned on her playlist and the song I'm Not The Only One by Sam Smith started playing. And she tried not to cry, she really did but she missed Amy, and she hated herself for it.

She doesn't know when she called Karma, or how many tries it took her, but she didn't care once she heard her voice. "What?"

Yeah, the blonde was drunk as fuck but she still noticed her tone. "Are you crying?" she slurred.

"Are you drunk?"

"Nooo…"

"Don't lie to me."

Amy sighed. "Okay, maybe a little but… I… I reeeeally need to tell you something okay?"

Now it was Karma's turn to ask. "Are you crying?"

"I'm sorry, Karma," she mumbled into her elbow, the phone resting on her head. "You were right… you were really, really right okay? I'm an asshole with commitment issues, but I'm an asshole with commitment issues that really likes you… like, really likes you."

There was soft breathing on the other end. "Amy…"

"Hmm," said as she sniffled.

"Where are you?"

"Sullivan park…" she replied, wiping at her tears. "I really need to see you… can you…?"

"I'm already on my way."

Fifteen minutes later, Karma Ashcroft walked up to Amy Raudenfeld, who was quite happy to see her. "Karma… I'm-"

"Shh," she whispered, sitting next to her. "Me too, Amy. Me too."

"Karma?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you-"

Karma laughed. "If you're gonna ask me to be your girlfriend, the answer is no."

Amy's face fell. "Whaaat? Why?"

"We seriously need to work on some things with you…" she took a breath, "but I think I could like you, Amy, just not until you fix your shit."

Amy just sighed. She kinda hated the truth. "Okay. But… can I… can I tell you something?"

"Mhmm…"

The blonde flashed a lopsided toothy smile. "You're really pretty… like… you're so fucking pretty that you should get an award, you know?"

Karma laughed and put her hand in Amy's. "Thank you, but if I deserve an award, you deserve twenty." Karma stood up and dragged Amy up with her. "Let's get you home, okay?"

"I said that to you like… forever ago, my, my how the turntables have… wait..."

She put her arm around her waist and started walking towards Amy's car. "Shhh, just… shhhh."

Karma eventually got Amy into her car and buckled her up.

When She finally got the blonde inside, however, not quietly, she took her up to her room and laid her on the bed. She didn't stay there for long, though. "Dance with me?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, just… go to bed please?"

Amy pouted and Karma had to look away because dammit, she was too freaking adorable. "Will you? Pleeease?"

"Okay just stop that… face." Amy smiled.

"Can… can we have some mushrooms?"

"What?"

"Mushrooms…"

"I heard you the first time," she chucked. "But seriously, that's gross. I'd rather dance with you."

Amy's face lit up. Karma laughed and offered the blonde her hand, which she gladly took. "Did I ever tell you you're pretty?" The auburn haired girl kissed her on the cheek.

"Yeah, a few times," she smiled.

When morning came around, Amy woke up first, brushed her teeth and laid back in bed to look at Karma while she slept. Her hair was tussled and she had a slight smile on her face. Amy decided to kiss her to wake her up. She opened her eyes, and then rolled them playfully. "Hi."

"Hey," she replied, flashing a smile in the process. "Can I ask you something?"

Amy reached her hand under the covers to find Karma's. "Shoot."

"Last night, you…" she took a breath. Maybe she shouldn't say anything.

"I what?"

"Nooo, Karma, kiss me," she mumbled into the laughing girl's neck.

"Nope, I only kiss drunk girls if I'm drunk too, remember?"

Karma couldn't see, but she knew Amy was frowning. "No…"

She laughed. "Okay, sure."

"Karma?"

"Mhmm?" she hummed.

"I need to tell you something."

"Okay…"

Amy kissed the strawberry blonde on the cheek and closed her eyes. "I love you."

"Nothing, sorry, I just thought you said something and I realized you didn't…" she laughed nervously. "Silly me, oh well."

Karma Ashcroft was a terrible liar, and Amy knew it. "Okay, seriously kid, what did I do?"

The girl shook her head. "Nothing, you did nothing."

Amy frowned. "Then… what did I say?"

The nervous girl shrugged. "It was nothing, it was just funny, that's all."

"Okay, weirdo," she laughed and kissed her forehead. "Let's go get some breakfast, on me, okay?"

Karma gave her a look. "Are you actually going to pay this time?"

The blonde smiled. "If you want me to, then yeah, I will."

She didn't want to admit it, but yeah, she did want her to.

Five days later

Amy and Karma had an agreement. Skip one of their classes every two days to go hang out. And today, was one of those days. The blonde snuck up behind the girl waiting behind the school and wrapped her arms around her waist. "You seem nervous, kid."

Karma didn't want to say anything, but she was; she hated this thing she had with Amy. She didn't like 'things', it made her feel like she was being used. But, she liked being around her, she just didn't know what they were. And she wasn't really ready for a relationship with someone like her, even if she wanted to be. "Uh, yeah, sorry," she turned around and gave the blonde a hug. "I just don't like skipping class, you know?" she lied.

Amy smirked. "Then why do you?"

"Not for you."

"You sure about that?"

The nervous girl nodded. "Really sure, actually."

Amy laughed and slipped her hand into Karma's. "Okay, sure."

Once they were in Amy's car, Karma calmed down a little bit. "Where are we going?"

Amy shrugged. She didn't answer just kept driving. Eventually, she pulled onto a narrow road that went down into the woods. Maybe Karma had seen too many horror movies, but she had to ask anyway. "Are you gonna kill me?"

The blonde gave her a look. "Really? How many horror movies have you watched in the past week?"

She shrugged. "Obviously too many," she swallowed. "But seriously, what are we doing?"

Amy pulled over to the side of the road and reached her hand over to open the glove department.

She rummaged around until she pulled out her Arctic Monkeys CD. She put it in and turned it to number one. Do I Wanna Know? "Sometimes I like to come out here and drive and just listen to music," she cleared her throat, "uh, that's okay… right?"

Karma smiled a little. "Yeah, it's okay." She actually didn't mind. They drove for a little while longer, music playing, windows down and small smiles on their faces. Now, Amy was good at a lot of things, but dating wasn't one of them. "Is this a date or something?"

Amy nearly choked on the breath she took in. "Date? Uh… I don't really know how to… I mean, I guess it could be, I just… I'm sorry, I'm making this more complicated, aren't I?"

Karma shrugged and gave her a small smile. "No, it's just not what I'm used to… and also, I've never seen you so nervous, it's actually really funny."

"Shut up."

Karma leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Amy blushed. "Are you blushing?"

She turned her head away from her. "No…"

"Aw, you're blushing!" she gushed, bringing her hand up to wipe a fake tear.

"I am not, I'm having an allergic reaction," she mumbled, pulling into a little parking lot that was surrounded by woods.

"To what?" she smirked.

"You," Amy mumbled quietly and Karma held a hand up to her ear.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you…"

She rolled her eyes and opened her door. "I'm allergic to you, dumbass."

"In a good way?"

It was Amy's turn to smirk. "Sure." She went around the other side and opened the door for Karma.

"What're we doing?" Amy didn't answer, just slipped her hand into the other girls' and dragged her towards the walking trail. She's been here a few times, when she needed time to think or just to relax, but she's never brought anyone else with her.

They walked for a while until Amy pulled her towards the lake, which, actually wasn't a lake, or a beach, even though there was a poorly made sign that read:

Booty Call Beach

"Lovely," Karma whispered under her breath. Amy pressed her mouth to her ear.

"I know I am," she whispered. They both walked, or more slid down the grassy hill that lead to the lake, and once they were on level ground again, Amy started taking her shirt off.

"Um… what are you doing?"

Amy shrugged and took her pants off too, throwing them in a pile on the grass. "Going for a swim, care to join me?"

Karma did try to not look, or maybe it so obvious that she was looking at Amy's body. She was super in shape, perfect tan, perfect muscles in all the right places and the most amazing skin.

"No thanks, I prefer not to catch some kind of STD from whatever the hell is in that water."

Amy rolled her eyes before looking around, smiling and then climbing back up the hill.

"Where are you going?" she asked, turning in her direction.

"You'll see!" Amy shouted, finally finding the rope and untying it from a tree. "Told you."

"You're not gonna do it." Amy smirked at her, jumped up on the rope and swung across the water before letting go. Karma rolled her eyes, but smiled nevertheless.

"Your turn, kid," she said, slicking her hair back after popping up from the water.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!"

Amy swam up to the shore and walked onto the sand. "Come on, it's not that bad."

Karma rolled her eyes again. "Why should I?"

She smiled. "Because I want you to."

"Fine." She started pulling her shirt off when Amy walked up to her.

"Need help?" she smirked.

She laughed sarcastically. "As if."

Once Karma got her pants off, Amy smiled at her. "Race you?"

And they did, Karma won so they kept having bets for the next two hours, Karma winning the majority of them. So Amy's punishment was for her to go to school on Monday wearing the ugliest outfit she had. "Out of all the things you could have said… you came up with that?"

She shrugged.

"You realize that I don't own anything ugly, right?"

"I'll find you something worthy of the title, trust me," she smirked. Amy smirked right back.

"Oh really? Are you saying that I do have ugly clothes?"

"Possibly," she shrugged, smile on her face. They were on the beach now, looking up at the sky and trying to find shapes in the clouds. "Okay, how about one more bet?"

"Shoot."

"First one to find a cloud that looks like a person, wins. Loser has to…"

Amy interrupted. "Kiss you? Ha, okay, I lose." And then she smashed her lips onto Karma's.

They stayed like that for a while, kissing on the sand, Amy's hand on Karma's waist and Karma's hand in Amy's hair. Amy swiped her tongue over the girl's bottom lip and she pulled back. "Don't push your luck," she panted, smiling anyway.

"Sorry," she apologized and then she kissed her lightly. "Karma?"

"Mhmm?"

"Do you like me?" Amy asked, looking over at the girl. Karma sighed.

"Amy, I want to like you, but you have to prove yourself to me, you know?"

Amy let out a breath, thinking. "Fine, go on a date with me."

Karma nearly choked. "What?"

"A date."

"With you?"

"Mhmm."

"And me?"

"Yeah…"

"And no one else?" Amy rolled her eyes this time.

"Yes."

Karma couldn't hide the huge smile on her face. "Okay."