Karma's POV

I read the message again that I had typed on my phone 'It's killing me knowing that you are not in love me with anymore...because I am with you. K'
I took a deep breath. It was scary admitting it. Seeing it typed out in words, but I had to let Amy know. I had to let her know that I felt the same way...well as she had previously felt...before Reagan. I had to, in the hope she would realise, deep down, that she hadn't moved on...that she still love me. I felt a new wave of nausea rush over me. I took a deep breath and then pressed the send button.

I walked back to my house with my phone in my hand. Waiting, hoping for a response from Amy. I got back home and headed straight upstairs to my bed and flopped down face first letting out a loud groan as I did so. I stared at my screen willing it to ring. Willing Amy's picture to pop up on it.

I opened the photo album on my phone and scrolled through the zillion of pictures I had of us both. I stopped when I got to my favourite one. I had taken it one day when she hadn't realised and it seriously took my breath away. She was sitting outside on the grass and her head was thrown back, mid laugh. The sun was perfect on her blonde hair and she looked stunning without even trying. Fuck...she was perfect. Why had it taken me so long to realise this?

I checked the time, it had been 20 minutes now since I had sent the text to Amy. There was every chance that Amy hadn't even seen it. I had a flash back to Amy's house. How I had felt when I was standing outside Amy's bedroom door...when I had heard her moan. It turned me on. Hearing Amy like that...but I wanted it to be in Reagan making her make those sounds. I closed my eyes and pictured Amy on top of me. Pictured her perfect naked body. I felt a wave of excitement rush through me at the thought. I slid my had down the front of my jeans and down my underwear. I was totally wet and turned on.

I closed my eyes tighter as I kept the image Amy in my mind. Kept the image of her touching me, as I touched myself. I was deep in my dirty thoughts, so turned on, when I heard a knock on the door.

Reagan's POV
I drove home angrily. I was so angry with myself. Why did I always do it? Pick the wrong girls? What was it with me?
As I stopped at a red I pictured how amazing Amy had looked naked in my arms. How amazing she had felt. How turned on I had been making her come. But then I saw it in her eyes straight after. There was the awkwardness.
The look of regret. The excuse and then the fucking text message from bloody Karma.

Once back in my flat I headed to the kitchen and reached in the fridge for a beer.
"Hey Rea" I heard Courtney, my flatmate call out from the living room "how did it go?"
"Shit!" I called back "wanna beer with me?" I asked before adding "I feel like getting drunk".
"Sure" Court said as she appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, a concerned look on her face "can't have you getting drunk on you own now can we"
I smiled at her as I passed her a beer and we clinked bottles.
"Soooo..what happened?" She asked as she pulled herself up to sit in the work top.
"We had sex" I replied
"woaaaah...that's good right...unless it wasn't?" Courtney took a sip of her beer "was it bad first time sex?" She asked "god I remember what it had been liked...all that fumbling!"
I let out a little laugh "no...it wasn't that...in fact it was pretty fucking hot sex...it was her first time, so you know...I wanted to make it something she wouldn't remember..." I added truthfully.
"So what happened?"
"As soon as she had come, she just had this look on her face...like she'd made a mistake, or like she was disappointed...like I wasn't good enough..."
Courtney took a sip of a her beer and then with a glint in her eye added "well unless you're losing your touch Rea...I don't see how anyone could think you were a disappointment!"

I shot her of look that meant don't go there! Courtney and I had a bad habit of occasionally hooking up. We were what you might say friends with benefits, but whenever one of us was interested in someone else, it was never a problem. Court knew I liked Amy and I knew she wasn't out to cause any trouble.
She smiled at my look and laughed "just saying!" She paused before adding "listen babe. I saw the way she was looking at you at the other night at the bowling alley. She is TOTALLY into you...there is NO way she wouldn't have thought that. It's your bloody insecurities kicking in again."

I took a sip of beer and thought about what Court had said. Was she right? Had I misunderstood the look? Had I over reacted to Amy's reaction. The need for water sounded like such a shit excuse. And then In remembered the text message.
"It's more complicated that you know. It turns out Amy had fake lesbian relationship with her best friend."
"What?" Court interrupted "what do mean a FAKE lesbian relationship? Why?"
I knew this sounded crazy. It sounded crazy when I had heard it myself earlier in that night.
"I know...it's fucking crazy right!" I filled Courtney in on what had happened at the Restaurant and how Karma had turned up and it had turned into the crazy competition over Amy, but that Amy had chased after me and told me she wanted a future with me.
Courtney listened carefully as I told her how I hadn't planned on taking things as far as they had gone tonight, but that Amy had seemed so sure...how I had been so turned on, it had been too hard not too!
I walked over to the fridge and opened two more beers for us.
"So this Karma is a nightmare all evening, playing the jealous best friend...which I thought we had got sorted, but then she sent a text message to Amy whilst I'm lying naked in her bed telling her that she's in love with her after all!"
"woah!"
"I know...it's all totally fucked up Court and I can't believe I've got myself tangled up in it all."
"So what did Amy say?" She asked
"I...I kinda didn't wait to find out?" I admitted
"What?"
I drank some more beer. It felt good. "well she basically ran out of the bedroom as soon as she had come and so I was lying there naked in her bed, feeling really confused and then her phone beeps. I reached over to check who it was, and there it is..Karma's message."
I took another sip of beer and I remember how I had felt my stomach drop when I had read the message.
"I reacted in the only way I know how...I ran." I looked over to my friend for comfort "I pulled on my clothes and climbed out of the bedroom window and here I am."
Courtney jumped down from the counter and walked over to where I was standing and pulled me into her for a hug.
"Reagan...just because this Carmen sends a text...it doesn't mean Amy feels the same way!"

"Karma" I corrected Courtney
"Her stupid name is Karma."

"Carmen...Karma...whatever...it sounds like she totally wants what she doesn't have, but Amy wants you man." She pulled away and looked me in the face "you are such a dumb arse sometimes!"

Courtney always told me it like it was. She didn't try and sugarcoat things. That's why we worked as friends. "Rea... you need to stop putting barriers up so quickly. You shouldn't have left without talking to Amy." As she spoke, I knew she was right. "Amy likes you. So what if Carmen.."
I smiled knowing she had deliberately said the wrong name "...all of a sudden wants a piece of the action...fact is she's too late. Amy's into you now...and by looking at your face, it's clear you're totally into her too."

I nodded my answer. What WAS I doing? Maybe it was all too much! The age gap, the fact that she was still coming to terms with her sexuality. Sure she was sexy as hell, but could I really be bothered with all the hassle. The sneaking it, the jealous ex friend? Ex pretend girlfriend...or whatever it was.

"I am Court...I am into her..." I paused, finished the beer that was in my bottle in one gulp and added "...but I don't need all the extra crap that goes with it. It just seems like too drama!"
Courtney drank her beer as she listened. "Hmmmm sounds like we need to do The Like List!"
The Like List was something we came up with one night when she was seeing someone and she didn't know whether it was going to become something else. The process was we sat down with some booze and wrote out all the things that I like and then scored the girl in questions points as to how many likes she had.
"I think you might be right" I smiled as I headed to to fridge to get some more beers "woah...Houston..we have a problem. No more beers!" I cried out in disappointment.
"Oh man!" Courtney replied "pub?" She suggested as an alternative.
"Sure" I replied "let me just get my things." I was in my bedroom pulling on my shoes when I heard the doorbell go.
"I'll get it..." I yelled.

OK so audience participation is required now. Tell me which door you want Amy to be at and I'll write the last chapter based on your answers.
Do you want her to be at Karma's bedroom door? Or at Reagans?
Let me know.