A/N : If you haven't noticed already, I'm trying to do each episode as a chapter. Some might be shorter than others! Also, I'm trying to stick to the facts as much as possible, to make it as realistic as possible. I've watched the series multiple times, and I wrote down as many facts as I could! Hopefully I will do it justice!
Karma's POV
Within about 8 hours of the kiss - and quite a good one at that - I had already made Amy a very detailed guide to making this lesbian relationship work. I also told my parents about my new found love interest. They were literally more excited than I was! I definitely could have done without telling my parents, seeing as my plan didn't really involve them, but I thought what the heck. I can tell them anything anyways, right? They literally showered me with their love. They have never hugged me harder. It almost makes me regret telling them, knowing that with my luck, they will somehow come to learn the truth. They would be devastated. Maybe even more than I would be.
Now, my plan was to get popular. That was at the top of my priority list, obviously. But then, Liam Booker came into the picture. And my maybe potential feelings for Amy. It's all still confusing, so I've decided to focus on Liam. I don;t need to complicate something that should be so simple. I made the choice that he should be my light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, I can't just tell him that Amy and I aren't together, but I can surely do other things. Like maybe kiss some more. Who knows? And as far as I know, Amy is fine with our strictly platonic- not-really-a-couple friendship. I'm sure if she was feeling uncomfortable, she would tell me anyways. Right?
When it come to actually hooking up with someone, I would like to know that they are actually in love with me. I wouldn't have sex with someone just to do it. There has to be feelings, and passion… and love. Obviously, Liam Booker isn't in love with me, but that doesn't mean I can't have any fun. It's all in good fun… that's what I keep telling myself anyways. But another option that keeps finding it's way back into my head is simply to make him fall in love with me. Shouldn't be that hard, seeing as he already thinks I'm this sexy lesbian in an open relationship.
Although I did come close to 'doing it' in the art room, I knew when I walked in the door that I wouldn't go all the way. It's just something I kind of knew already. I knew Amy would probably support me with whatever decision I chose, so I was almost shocked to see her going against what I was doing. She says she's concerned that someone may find out, and the entire school will look to us as liars. Some part of me, way deep down, was actually thinking this may actually be jealousy. But that could have just been my own hopes working against me. I know Amy and I are just friends, but I have got to say, this is not how I expected my plan to go. It's actually the exact opposite. It should have been easy. Get popular, find a guy who actually likes me, fall in love, get married, move in next to Amy, grow old next to Amy… That was the plan. For as long as I can remember, this is the plan I decided I was going to live my life by. But then things changed, and the plan was compromised. People thought I was a lesbian. Thought we were lesbians. I was put into a place where I thought I was impossible to go. I started feeling things that weren't a part of the plan. The same plan that I've been memorizing since the third grade. Whenever you have your life set out, in detail, like I did, and then something causes you to rethink your whole plan (like I did), you are put in a very weird place. You have to make the decision: either ignore the problems, and work harder to achieve your goal, or screw the plan all together.
Of course, Amy and I would win Homecoming King and Queen. And of course, I would be the queen. There are these moments lately, where I honestly forget about the plan all together. I just forget about it, mainly when Amy and I are in our own little world. And that is most definitely not a bad thing. But then I'm brought back into reality, and I have this choice that still needs to be made. And I have made my choice, although I'm not too proud of it. When Liam told me he wanted to take me to his car, that kind of sealed the deal. I knew what I had to do. When I called Amy, she wasn't exactly thrilled. There I go again, thinking it may be jealousy. Of course, it isn't. We are just friends. Best friends. And she was probably just looking out for me, like best friends do. No underlying cause. So there was nothing stopping me from having sex with Liam Booker. Only to find out, that there was. Liam Booker himself. But that was my stupid self, thinking a guy actually liked me for me. And even if he did like me, It was only after the fact they knew we we're lesbians. Or, thought we we're lesbians. I still don't know. All I know is that I can't have sex with someone who doesn't completely love me. So I decided I'm going to make him fall in love with me. Me. Not lesbian me. Just me. Maybe one day, he could love me as much as Amy and I love each other. Or at least how much I love Amy.