A/N:
*A big thanks to all of you who continue to follow and read this story.
*The story might seem complicated and I apologize for that. Please let me know in the reviews if you want me to continue. Or a little critique wouldn't hurt as well.
*So Amy's back and she's sporting short, jet black, choppy hair. And her fashion sense has changed. No more donut shirts and loose pants. More leather and a lot of tight clothes. Think KATE BECKINSALE from the Underworld movies. Again, please let me know in the review section if you like this or not.
For the second time today, I've been sitting here in my car for about 15 minutes contemplating wether I should go to class.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,...FuckKKKKKKKKKKK!" I pound my steering wheel with my right fist multiple times.
"What the fuck are you doing back here Amy! You weren't suppose to be back!" I bang both fists this time around. I barely noticed my phone vibrating. It's Lauren. I don't let her say a word.
"SCREW YOU COOPER! A FUCKING HEADS UP OR WARNING WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE!. SCREW THAT. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE RIGHT THING TO DO.!"
"But I…."
"A PHONE CALL OR A TEXT OR FUCKING MESSAGE ON FACEBOOK, OR A SMOKE FUCKING SIGNAL. ANYTHING WOULD HAVE SUFFICED!"
"Karma, calm…."
"I MUST HAVE LOOK SO STUPID AND SHE PROBABLY THINKS I AM DUMBASS FOR RUNNING AWAY!"
"Karma!."
"THE FUCKING NERVE OF HER TO COME BACK AND NOT SAY A DAMN WORD TO ME. JUST LIKE WHEN SHE LEFT!"
"KARMA FUCKING ASHCROFT. WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"WHAT! What do you have to say Lauren."
"Do you honestly believe that I wouldn't have said anything to you if I knew? After all this time? After sticking with you through this whole ordeal when no one else did? Did you honestly think that I wouldn't have tried to contact you or stop her from going to school today? Don't you think I know how much pain you've been through due to the countless times I had driven 3 hours to a strange and scary bar to pick your drunk ass up? Or the countless times I picked you from the floor when you couldn't stop crying your eyes out? Do you believe that you wouldn't have been the first person that I called to prevent a circus like this morning?"
"But you didn't warn me Lauren. I was caught off guard after preparing myself for year for the slim chance she was to come back."
"I tried. I wanted to call you the moment she barged in my fucking bathroom when I was taking a shit because she thought it would be funny to surprise me. She wouldn't let me. And when I was finally alone, I called you at 11 pm, at 1:00 am, and again at 7:00 and 7:30 AM. But like always, you're phone was off. Believe me, Karma, this is one surprise I wouldn't have brought upon you. Since day one, I have been beside you throughout all of this, why stop now?"
I believe her. I have always known that Lauren has genuinely cared for me since Amy left despite the fact that she will never say that out loud. I've always known that I wouldn't have survived without Lauren regardless of our weird love-hate friendship.
"What am I suppose to do now Cooper? What I am suppose to say to her?"
"First things first, come to class. It's not too late for 3rd period. Second thing, you do what you've been doing the past year. Survive. Just survive one day at a time. And third…ughhhhhh….I haven't figured it out….. but we will."
"Has she asked about me…..at all?"
"Truthfully, no. I did mention that you'll be at school today and all I got was a shoulder shrug so I let it go. That's how I know she's not ready to talk about you or to you."
"She's doing this to punish me."
"I don't know Karma. But she's not the same. It's not only the hair and the outfits that's changed. She's not your Amy anymore so don't be surprised when you get nothing.
"All I got is nothing for more than a year now so I am more than used to it."
By the time I got inside the building, the tardy bell has already rung. Another five minutes passed by when I got to my english class. I opened the door and all eyes are suddenly on me.
"Ms. Ashcroft, first day and already late for class? Its only the third period too. I'd really rather not call your father again."
"Sorry Mr. Monroe, it wont happen again."
"Have seat. If you can find one."
Mr. Monroe turns his back and continues to write on the board as I quickly scan the classroom for an empty seat. They're all staring at me again, just like they did this morning. I struggle to find anything open for a few seconds. Yes! Theres's one more open seat left. I take a few steps towards the seat then I look at the person sitting behind the seat then I freeze.
Shit..shit..shit.. Of the 1000 plus students here at Hester High, it had to be Amy Raudenfeld. Of the forty fucking desks in this stupid english class, the one available seat had to be front of Amy Raudenfeld. I silently curse Lauren for convincing to go to class today. I look around once more just to check if there are any other seats besides that one in front of Amy. To add to my dismay, there is none so I had no choice but to take that one. Our eyes meet for the second time today but only for a split second because I can't help but look away.
BIG BIG MISTAKE…. Because the next thing that I am consciously aware of, is that I am tripping on Jimmy Matthew's purposely outstretched leg and then I am lurching two steps forward.
"Oh Shittttttt…." I yell out of instinct.
My books fly from my hands and lands on the floor with a loud thud. I instinctly raise my arms up to break the fall. The whole class laughs out loud and I hear some high fives. In reality, this takes place under a few seconds. In my world, it happens in very very slow motion.
I shut my eyes tightly so I won't see my face hit the floor but it never does. Because my face suddenly hits something soft breaking my fall, like someone's chest. I feel strong arms being wrapped me. I keep eyes shut for about 10 seconds and when I open them I see nothing but green. Can you guess who those eyes belong too?
And once again, my world suddenly stops. In the most literal sense I can describe, I feel my heart jump out of my chest at a 100 mph. My face is about three inches away from hers. And then again, my heart jumps back into place at 100 mph. My breathe hitches and I slightly open my mouth. In that one single moment, I feel it. I feel something that I haven't felt in a long long time. I feel completion, satisfaction, bliss, and hope. I feel like the stars have aligned and all is right with the world. But also in that one single moment, I feel nausea, disorientation, fear, anxiety and pain.
I've felt it every single time we kissed before when we were faking it. I felt it in the gym when we kissed for the very first time. I felt it during the failed threesome. I felt it when she confessed her love for me at the night of her moms wedding. And every single one of those times, all I could reply was "woah". Then she would say "I know" because that's the only way I can tell her how she made me feel. Because Amy Raudenfeld is the only person that could take my breathe away.
With all my strength, I fight the urge to say "woah". I noticed that I am holding on to her bicep. Scratch that, I'm gripping her bicep like my life depended on it.
"Umm…I uh. I'm sorry." I quickly let go.
I could tell she's trying to stifle a laugh but she fails, so a grin appears on her face. She doesn't say anything and sits back down. She doesn't make sure I am ok. She doesn't help me pick up my books. She continues to grin as someone gives her a pat on the back.
"Ok class, settle down. Please look at your syllabus."
I spend the rest of the class sitting very still. I don't want to give anyone an excuse to embarrass me in front of her again. I imagine her staring at the back of my head wondering what to say to me. I keep replaying our little moment over and over again. I can still smell her perfume. The old Amy would never use perfume. It wasn't girly or flowery. It was more fruity and sporty. If I close my eyes and try really hard, I can actually smell her from where I am sitting. I can still feel my hand on her bicep. I can tell that she's gotten some muscle. Nothing big but toned and strong.
Her outfit is really different from what I'm used to. Tight leather pants, black boots and a dark denim jacket. Underneath that jacket, she's wearing a tight white tank top that accentuated her flat stomach and perfectly round breasts. I cant help but giggle about how I remember her from two years ago, it was the complete opposite. She was flat chested and was still growing out of her baby fat around her tummy.
Her hair is cut short just an inch or two past her ears. Her long blonde locks that I use to play with are gone. Its dyed black and is styled in a sexy mess poking in all different directions.
She's actually wearing eyeliner and mascara, which really surprises me. Amy could never sit still and is deathly afraid of getting her eyes poked. We were both 11 years old when we first tried on eyeliner which landed Amy at the ER because I ended up poking her eyeball. She's been afraid Her eyes. I will always be a sucker for those eyes. I don't know if I just really missed looking into them or they're even greener now. Maybe its all the black that she's wearing, makes it even more piercing. Striking even.
Despite the flood of emotions I'm feeling right now and despite making a fool of myself twice in front of her, I can't help but grin at the thought of how fucking sexy Amy Raudenfeld has gotten. Lauren's right. The goofy, dorky, donut- tshirt-wearing girl I once knew is gone.
I wonder what she thinks of me now? Then I realized what I'm wearing today. Gray joggers and a black hoodie. Of all days for Amy to come back, I just happen to look like I rolled out of bed, skipped the shower, and went straight to school. But then again, I haven't been really putting any effort in my outfits. I haven't been into girly dresses, hoop earrings, and makeup like before. She could have come back last month or next week, I would probably be wearing a similar outfit.
After the longest hour and half of my life, the bell finally rings signaling the end of the period. I let out a breathe of relief and I instantly feel better. It honestly felt like I've been holding in my breath for the past hour. My plan was to get out of there as quickly as possible and avoid Amy throughout the day.
I stand to gather my things but then suddenly my body does something I didn't plan on. I turn around to look at Amy. She looks at me with the same grin on her face from earlier. I try to open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I don't even know why I turned around let alone what to say to her.
She doesn't say anything but gives me a smile which I can't tell if it was genuine. I open my mouth to try again. Nothing comes out. She raises her eyebrows then suddenly….
"YO AMY…You've got to tell me about the babes in Hawaii!"
That was Tommy, Lauren's douchy ex-boyfriend. A group of football players has gathered around Amy and Tommy. Her attention is lost on them so I sigh in defeat and walk away.
"Tommy my man. One word. Bikinis. Every single day."
Though what she's saying would have never come out of the old Amy's mouth, I smile at the sound of her voice. It's the first time today that I actually hear her say something and I've missed that voice.
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