Chapter 7: Out of Mind

It was Valentine's Day. She didn't think Reagan would be home yet from her family vacation. But that was just a cover up Reagan told her to surprise her. They have been living together for two months now, the best two months of Reagan's life. Waking up to the person you loved, who made you happy, left Reagan ecstatic. So what better way to treat the love of your life then by surprising her on Valentine's Day. Reagan made reservations at their favorite restaurant, two weeks beforehand because it was also a very popular restaurant. After the dinner, they would walk hand in hand down the beach to watch the sun set. But first Reagan had to go and surprise her girlfriend with a bouquet of roses she ordered from the most expensive florist shop. Nothing is too expensive for the girl who won over Reagan's heart.

With nothing but a grin on her face. Reagan entered her apartment. Looking to find her girl in the kitchen cooking, in the living room reading, or in the bedroom sleeping. Her first two guesses were wrong so she knew she must have been in their bedroom sleeping peacefully.

As she walked closer to the bedroom she started to hear groans.

Is she hurt? Was all Reagan could think. She runs to the bedroom door, opens it, and just like that her heart shatters. Her girl was on top of some guy fucking him in Reagans own bed.

Roses drop to the floor as Reagan cries "Alana?"

"Oh my gosh. Reagan this is not what it looks like. "

Reagan wakes from her nightmare with tears on her face. If only she could tell herself that it was only a dream but it wasn't. It was a nightmare that she lived barely a year ago. The pain was still fresh in her heart.

It was 10:00 am this Saturday morning and Reagan was only a little bit hungover so she decided to get up and start the day. She went straight to the bathroom and brushed her teeth to get the taste of stale vodka out of her mouth. Reagan undressed and stepped into the shower. As she lifted her arms to wash her hair, she noticed numbers next to her wrist.

Oh shit. That girl. Reagan thought.

But she just wasn't any girl, she was special. She made Reagan feel better by just thinking about her. She didn't even know her name but at least she had her number. Reagan wanted to call her to hang out. But then she remembered her nightmare and thought all that could go wrong. She rather be single and play it safe then fall in love again and risk a heart break that she knew she wouldn't survive through. So Reagan just stood in the shower as she watched the numbers wash off her hand and disappear into the drain.

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Amy POV

Amy would never believe once in her life that she would be happy for Monday to come but due to the lonely, depressing weekend she spent alone with her thoughts, she was happy to be away from her family and be back in class.

She sat in history staring off into space until she heard one of her classmate's phone go off during class. As the girl scrambled to turn her phone on silent as the teacher yelled at her, Amy recognized that song. It was the song her and the DJ danced to, Talking Body by Love To or something like that. She was surprised that she forgot about her during the weekend because that girl was unforgettable. She remembered writing her phone on the girl's wrist but knowing Amy's luck it probably smeared off. This made Amy even sadder because what were the chances that she'd ever meet someone like her again.

The bell rang and Amy walked out of class. On her way to Trigonometry, she heard Karma call her name behind her.

"Amy, wait up."

Amy pretended that she didn't hear. She didn't feel like being with Karma considering she was the main reason behind her addiction. However, Karma doesn't take avoidance from anyone and she grabbed Amy's arm and turned her around.

"Hey, I called you"

"Oh sorry, I guess I didn't hear you."

"No, I meant I called you… on the phone… like all weekend."

"Oh yeah. Sorry my phone was off I guess I forgot to turn it back on." That was a lie she watched her phone ring seventeen times that weekend. At a certain point Amy even changed Karma's ringtone to her favorite song so she could at least hear something pleasant rather than imagine Karma bitching into the phone about Amy not picking up.

"Amy is there something wrong? You haven't been acting yourself lately." Karma questioned.

"Yeah. I'm just a little out of it." Another lie.

"Okay, well I'm gonna help you back into it this weekend. I want to make up missing time with you, so I planned something special this weekend."

"I don't know Karma…"

"No, I am not taking no for an answer. I'll text you the details and make sure to turn on your phone." Karma cut Amy off before running to class.

Maybe hanging out with Karma, like old times, could get Amy back into the game or maybe just leave her worse than before.