Here is the next chapter, as promised. I hope you guys enjoy. Continue to express your preference on whether this should have a Karmy endgame! Thank you for reading x

Amy's POV

I shut the door and find Karma standing before me in her bra, and a tight pair of jeans. I want to rip everything off. My eyes trace the skin showing on her upper body, and the shape of her legs and waist before focusing on her face. It looks like she's daydreaming; I know I am.

I approach her slowly, she inhales a breath when she notices me walking towards her. I cup her face in my hands, not saying a word, and her eyes are closed before I even inch my lips to hers. I close mine too and move my mouth on hers. The kiss is gentle and hungry, we're both digging for more of a taste.

"Amy," she protests, still kissing me. "My shirt."

"Forget about your shirt," I respond, not breaking our now feverish kiss.

"But, bab-" And without warning, I skim my tongue in between her lips and into her open mouth. She moans softly at the sensation, and moves her head into the kiss. It's more intense now than before. Her hands remain at her side, but I let my right hand trail down to collarbone, graze over her breast, and settle at her lower abdomen. Her skin is soft and warm, I want it against my lips.

She pulls back from the kiss completely, and rests her forehead with mine as we both try to regain our unsteady breaths. "We're gonna be late," she pecks me lightly, "Now help me find my shirt." She moves away, and heads to the restroom.

I sigh and turn my head in the opposite direction of where she walked. I glance over her dressers, and to the ground where I immediately spot a blouse, the one I assume is what she's been looking for. "Karm," I say loudly and look over my shoulder. She peeks her head through the bathroom door, "I think I found your shirt," I point to the floor. She smiles at my discovery and hurries to where the direction of my finger is.

She picks it up and walks back over to me. "You found it so, you get to put it on." There's a sly grin on her beautiful face, I can't help but smile back.

I take the shirt from her hands, and kiss her quickly. "Arms up," I say softly; she cooperates. I slip the blouse through her arms as she pops her head through it. I lower the hem of the shirt, letting my fingertips brush the skin on each of her sides. I look back to her, putting the strands of hair back into place; I liked her better without a shirt, but she looks stunning either way. I plant another small peck on her lips.

"Thank you," she says, giggling softly, and another kiss. Her cuteness might kill me one day.

"Are you ready to go?" I take her hand in mine, and she nods.

Karma's POV

We arrive at Shane's house, and he's nowhere to be found. Amy guides me through the tight, crammed house and we cop a seat on the couch in the living room.

I sit, Amy doesn't. She leans down, "I'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?" she whispers into my ear, sending a funny sensation along my spine. I nod, and smile to her. I glance around the living room, trying to point out the people I recognized. I see Alex (gag) standing with her foul faced friends; we make brief eye contact before she rolls her eyes and looks back to the girl next to her. I'm not bothered, I have what she wants and will never have (Amy.) I look over to the door leading to Shane's backyard, and I almost throw up from anxiety when I see Liam walking towards where I am. This is it, Amy will be back any second and he's going to be sitting here, talking obnoxiously loud about how we need to pick up where we left off a few days ago, and Amy will hear everything and she's going to skip off to go see Alex and it'll be the end of our newly formed relationship. He keeps strutting forward, I look over and see that Amy's making her way back with the drinks in her hand, and my breath is at the brink of stopping. They're both approaching me, I take turns looking both ways, hoping something jumps in between one of them. My breathing comes back when I see Liam grab his drink from one of the tables, never making eye contact with me, he turns around and heads out the back door. I release a deep, relieved sigh as Amy sits next to me.

"Hey," I smile at the sound of her voice and take the offered drink. "Are you okay?" she takes a sip from her cup.

I can't tell her that I almost had a heart attack when I saw Liam coming towards me, afraid that he'd blow my cover, so I just nod, trying to seem as convincing as possible.

She doesn't fall for it. "Are you sure?"

I think on my feet, "Alex is here."

Amy's eyes never part from mine, she doesn't glance up to look for her, she doesn't move a muscle. "I didn't notice." Any awful thoughts I have about Amy and Alex fade when I hear her words, and see the complete honesty in her gaze. I don't know what else to do but kiss her, so I lean in and forcefully press my lips to hers, letting our mouths linger with each other for a few seconds before tearing apart.

Amy's POV

The entire night was kinda hazy, but that's okay, because right now, I'm not trying to remember how everything happened. I know for sure, I had a little too much to drink, I don't know how much Karma had. I don't care. All I care about is how she's pushed against the sink in the bathroom, and our lips are moving ferociously together. I don't even know how long we've been in here making out, long enough to stop for breathing breaks at least. Her hands are tangled with the hair above my neck, and my right hand is underneath the hem of her shirt, resting over her heated body. My palm is open and flat against her stomach, and the tips of my fingers are inched under the waistband of her jeans and underwear. I wanted to ram my hand completely under, but I knew not to. This wasn't the place; I had to settle for the kissing and semi-platonic touching.

We break away from each other when we hear somebody stumble into the restroom; it's Liam Booker. Who better to kill the mood than the guy that Karma used to drool over. His eyes jump from my face to my hand placement before settling on Karma. He looks sick, like somebody just punched him in the stomach. I wonder why. I keep my eyes on him, he angrily clenches his jaw before slamming the door shut. Karma looks at the ground, and steps back from me.

I furrow my eyebrows together, confused and irritated at the same time. Something is up, clearly. "What the fuck was that?" I focus my gaze on Karma, and look for a reaction.

Her eyes are fixated on the ground, her hands are rested on my forearms, I've dropped my hand to my side. I wait for a response, but I don't get one, and not even the alcohol can stop me from realizing that Karma might be hiding something.

I sigh, flustered at what she could be keeping from me. "What was that?"

She finally raises her head, and her view meets mine. "Do you remember that day I skipped, and you found me at my house? The day that I saw you kissing Alex?" I feel gutted because I can already picture what she could say, but I nod, slowly. She continues, "I was with Liam all day, not at my house like I told you." I break my arms away from her grip, my insides are already boiling over with rage.

She stops talking completely, and looks back to the ground. There's a still, tense silence between us. I break it, unable to stand the fact that I don't know what actually happened between them. "So what did you do all day, Karma?" There's so much anger in my voice, I can hardly recognize it.

Her eyes move back to mine. She shakes her head before responding, "We just went out to eat."

Now I'm annoyed more than anything. "What else? There's another silence, and my patience has worn out. "Karma, what else? Why can't you just fucking say it?"

Karma's POV

Her tone is like poison, dangerously increasing my heartbeat, making it unbearably hard to breathe and speak. Her bright eyes are now dim and red from the alcohol, and they're burning through me like the sun on a mid July day in Texas. I manage to get my mouth open, and spit out what I did wrong, "We messed around in the back of his car." I don't know where the courage came from, but it went away and turned to pure, ugly shame the moment I saw Amy's face fall. I try to continue, "But nothing like that!" She's already backed completely away from me, too far for me to touch, she's closer to the door. I shouldn't have used the term 'messed around' so I explain, "We just made out, and he" I stop, and he what? What am I supposed to say? He moved his rough, grimy hands over my chest, and legs? Even that sounded bad, even if I told her how much I didn't enjoy it, it all still sounded horrible. Her mouth is closed, her expression blank now, unreadable. I breath in and out, "He just, tried to feel me up." Now she looks disgusted. "But I didn't enjoy it, Amy." I soften my voice with the hopes that her expression will change, but it doesn't.

Amy's mouth finally opens, and I'm almost scared at what's about to leave her lips. "I'm going home, alone." That's all she says. I'm almost exasperated because it's clear to me that we're not going to talk about this, not tonight anyways.

"How am I supposed to get home?" She drove me here and now it looks like I'm out of a ride. I guess I deserve this.

She shrugs, and the lack of remorse settled in her is damaging. "Have Liam give you a ride," she says in a cold tone, "you guys could go for round two in his backseat."

"Amy," I whine, but she whips away from me and is out the door. My eyes are stinging with the tears that haven't fallen. There's a huge, dry lump in my throat, and my hands are shaking from the anxiety. I close the door, and sit on the edge of the bathtub, finally letting it all fall.

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