Hello friends. I'd first off like to give a big thanks to DemiLovato'sBFF and theBesteStchicEVA because they've given me great reviews, and pointers more than once, so thanks guys! And I obviously want to thank the rest of you for your great support and love, you're ALL amazing. I've decided to keep Karma's POV for the next few chapters, and I will later introduce Amy's POV.
Karma's POV
So it's been exactly 11 days since Amy and I "broke up" and I kind of miss the free cupcakes and photo ops, and maybe I kind of miss kissing Amy. Maybe. It didn't take the school long to get over us though, just yesterday Amy outed her relationship with Alex to the student body, they've now become the school's Ellen and Portia, and I've already grown tired of the questions. "Amy's already found herself a new girlfriend, how does that make you feel?" "Are you seeing anybody?" "How do you feel about Amy's new girlfriend?" It doesn't make me feel any kind of way because I've known about Alex for over a week now. I'm still secretly seeing Liam. And finally, the last question, the question I've heard well over a million times but in different context, I don't hate Alex, I have no reason to, it's not like she stole Amy from me, Amy wasn't mine to steal, and apart from kissing, and being goo goo gaga with Amy in front of me, she's quite okay. It's not that it made me jealous, that's not it at all, it's just that I know she does it on purpose to try and make me jealous, all it does is annoy me. She can have Amy entirely, for all I care, I only want the best friend aspects of her.
Day 24: Things between Amy and I have gone back to normal. Somewhat. Amy and I hang out most of the days after school, but our weekends are never really spent together. She's off with her new girlfriend, and I spend most of my weekends at parties with Liam, like tonight. Shane is having a pretty big party, for no good reason except his parents are gone, and he can. Anyways, Amy and Alex are supposed to be there. I haven't really seen them together, I mean I have, at school, holding hands and stuff, but not really in action. Liam and I get there pretty early, and we're greeted by Shane.
"Hey guys," he says, as he opens his front door. We walk inside and he leads us to his living room, we're one of the first ones here. "Please, sit, drink, talk. I'll be back." Liam and I have a seat on the couch, our usual spot.
The music cuts on, Liam inches closer to me, and whispers "Do you want a drink?" I nod, and he smiles before getting up. I turn in different directions before setting my eyes on the front door, and coincidentally, Amy walks in hand in hand with Alex. I remember when we used to walk in hand in hand like that.
She waves at me excitedly. "Hey Karma!" she says, as she starts to make her way to where I am. I wave back at her, and stand up from the couch. She pulls me in for a hug, and I reluctantly hug back. It wasn't the best hug, she was still holding onto Alex's hand, which I'm sure was because Alex refused to release her grip from Amy's hand. Whatever, I'm glad I got a hug at all. "We're gonna go get drinks." I nod and she walks away with Alex, who doesn't even acknowledge my presence, and that was the last thing she said to me all night.
As the night progressed, Liam and I danced, and we talked, but he somehow ended up puking his guts out in the restroom, so I decided to wait for him on the couch, which was taken over by Amy and her girlfriend. I sat on the edge, and tried my hardest not to look over at them. Amy looked happy; whispering cute things into her ear, keeping her hand gently placed on her thigh, planting kisses on her neck, laughing. Okay, so maybe I did a bad job of not looking at them, but I couldn't help it. From what I could tell, she was the first one to initiate contact; I had never seen Amy be so out there, so bold, and aggressive. I don't know how to feel about it.
Day 36: The changes in Amy are more obvious now than ever before. She started acting differently, not necessarily in a bad way, she was just more outgoing, and saying things when she would normally remain quiet. She even started dressing differently. Well kinda, all she did was replace her cardigans with flannels, and I think it suits her. Not because she's a lesbian, but because she looks pretty hot in flannel. I even went shopping with her earlier this week. American Apparel has, according to Amy, the best selection of flannel shirts, so we went in there. She tried on a few, and decided she wanted to try on a t-shirt instead, before she went to check out. So while she was in the changing room, I went and got the one she asked for. I knocked on the dressing room door as she stood behind it, and handed her the shirt. I remember that she hadn't closed the door all the way, I meant to close it but never did, all I did was watch her back as she took off her undershirt, and put the shirt I handed her on. It's like I couldn't look away, and I replayed the image in my head more than once. I'm actually replaying now.
Day 45: Amy and I have a sleepover tonight, and for me to say I'm excited would be an understatement. I can't remember the last time we spent a weekend together. She managed to get Alex off her back for a Saturday night, and hopefully a Sunday morning. She arrives at my house at around 9 ish, and knocks on my door.
"Hey, I come bearing snacks," she says, as she raises the grocery bags in her hands. I smile, partially because of the snacks, and partially because she knows me so well.
"Please come in." I step aside, giving her room to come inside. She comes in, and puts the grocery bags on the ground.
"It's been a long time since we've done this."
"I know, too long," I say, and shrug. "I'm glad I have you to myself for the night though." The second the words escaped my lips, I realized that it came off more romantic and erotic than I had intended, but I didn't want to correct myself, because I meant it, no matter how it came off, I meant it.
I look at Amy for a reaction, and she gives me a loving smile. "Me too," she says, and that causes my heart beat with ease, and exhilaration at the same time.
We spend the night watching movies, and laying next to each other. Everything was so serene, I didn't want it to end. I was starting to fall asleep halfway through the 3rd movie, and Amy took notice.
"Karma," she says, and I hazily open my eyes, "Are you falling asleep?" I give her a weak nod, before closing my eyes again. "You can't fall asleep, I refuse." And the next thing I know, she's on top of me tickling my ribs. It was my sensitive spot and she knew it.
My eyes shot open, I felt a tingling sensation rush through my body. I put my hands over Amy's and tried my hardest to push them away, but to no avail. "Am-, Amy, please stop," I kinda shouted that last word.
"Are you awake now?" she says, still tickling me. I breathlessly nod. She's still tickling me, so I nod again, and again, and I get tired of nodding so I elbow her in the ribs, harder than I meant to. She got off of me, and rolls to the other side of the bed.
"I'm sorry," I say quickly, and she's rubbing the area that I hit.
"Ouch, Karm," she says. She puts her head back against the pillow.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Here, let me kiss it better." I scoot over to her side, I lift the side of her shirt, and look at her face for any sign of protest, but find nothing, she's just breathing heavier than before. I lower my head onto her side, and place a gentle kiss on her soft, warm skin. I feel her twitch slightly after my lips make contact. Her head isn't against the pillow anymore, and her eyes are focused on mine. I have an incredible urge to continue kissing her, an urge to climb over her and place kisses on her lips, on her neck, on every part of her. By the look in her eyes, she wants it too. Instead, I lower her shirt back down, before whispering, "All better."
Day 53: There was a moment of intensity at our last sleepover, but that didn't stop me from asking for another one, and that didn't stop Amy from agreeing to it. We're sitting on the middle of my floor, just talking, when I suddenly remember something I had been meaning to ask Amy for the longest time now.
"Remember outside the cafe, when you confessed to how you felt about me?" Amy is confused, but nods.
"Yeah, why? Where's this coming from?"
"You said you were having dreams about me, or something along those lines. I'm just curious, what was the dream, or dreams about?" She's starting to blush, and I swear it's the cutest thing, but all that does is multiply my curiosity.
"I don't think you wanna know. You'll say you do, but really Karma, you don't, and I'm not sure I wanna tell you."
"Oh, but I do wanna know. Please! I promise I won't freak out, or judge. Please," I respond.
Amy sighs, but she begins to tell me what her dream was about. I keep interrupting her for being too vague, I was hungry for some details, and she cooperates. I picture everything she's telling me, as she's telling me. All the images playing through my head cause me to lose cues to breathe, my body tenses, I could almost feel everything she was saying, and Amy continues on completely oblivious to how I'm reacting. I felt like I needed more than what she was giving me, or like I wanted her to tell me again, and again what she dreamt of. But she finishes, and it makes me snap out of my trance. My breathing is steady again.
Amy stands up. "Can we go to sleep now?" She offers me her hand, and I take it. "Come on."
We turn off the lights, before going into bed together. It takes Amy all but 2 minutes to fall asleep. I can't seem to sleep, I just stare blankly at the ceiling. I have no idea why I'm feeling the way I am, and she has no idea how she's making me feel.
Day 62: I hang up on her before she even has a chance to say anything else. I don't give two fucks about what she has to say, and I don't care if I have no right to be mad, because I do. I have a right to be perfectly enraged. She's the one who would constantly nag at me about how I should wait till I'm in love and ready, and she goes and gives herself to this girl that she's only known for what, 2 months? I feel betrayed, and hurt. All I can see is red, I don't care about thinking rationally. I reach for my phone and dial Liam's number.
He comes into my room, and I give him no time to say hi. I practically pounce on him, and my fury is melting into my kisses. He leads my body to my bed. I'm on my back, and his body is hovered over mine. Before I know it, we're both shirtless, and he's asking me if I'm sure.
"Yes," I say, against his lips, and he doesn't think twice before continuing.
Hopefully you guys can guess what Amy did, if not, it will be made clear in the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it, please leave your suggestions and thoughts on the reviews section. Thank you for reading! :)