Amy knows she should be paying attention to her chemistry teacher, but she can't help her obsession with her phone. All Amy's been doing is staring at her phone ever since she went to that club. Reagan hasn't called or texted and Amy's feeling disappointed. Eventually, Amy sighs and puts her phone back into her pocket. Maybe it's not meant to be.
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Karma should be listening to Mr. Primer, but her best friend senses are tingling. She can tell something's wrong with Amy, but she doesn't know what. Karma's been trying to put a little distance between her and Amy so she has no idea what could possibly be bumming Amy.
Karma unintentionally lets out a frustrated grunt. She's Amy's best friend, she should know what's going on with her. Karma's going to find out Amy's problem one way or another. 'Amy will probably tell me at lunch,' Karma thinks.
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Reagan lets a relieved sigh escape her lips. She silently thanks god that the party she was catering is over. One more advance from that rich snob, and Reagan would've been behind bars for assault.
As she makes her way to her truck, she contemplates what she should do for the rest of the day. Her DJ shift doesn't start until 10, so she's got a couple hours to kill. Her hand nervously twitches towards her pocket, where a piece of paper with Amy's number written on it waits. 'Would it be weird if I called her two days after getting her number? Does that seem a bit stalkerish?' Reagan mentally stresses. Usually, she's good with the hard-to-get routine but there's something different about Amy, something special.
Eventually, Reagan succumbs to her urge and calls Amy.
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"Now, class. Tonight's homework will be on covalent bonds. You will be completing pages—"
Mr. Primer's sentence was cut short by Amy's phone ringing. Amy's face turned a deep shade of red as 'Anaconda' started playing from her phone as her ringtone. She quickly dug into her pocket to cut her phone off before turning face to face with Mr. Primer.
"Ahh, Ms. Raudenfeld. Would you like to stay in detention for your anaconda not wanting none of my homework assignment?"
Before Amy could reply, the bell rang, signaling for lunch. She quickly hopped out of her seat and joined the other students exiting the classroom. As soon as she was out in the hallway, Amy checked her phone. "Missed call from unknown number?"
Amy jumped. She didn't see Karma standing behind her. "Yeah," Amy said as she redialed the number. "I wonder who it is."
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Reagan bit her lip as she pulled her truck to a stop at a traffic light. 'Maybe it was too early to call her. Or maybe she's at school.'
Reagan was debating on whether to call again to give up on the girl when her phone rang. She pulled her truck up to a curb, not wanting to get pulled over for talking on the phone and driving. "Hello?"
"Apple Girl!"
Reagan chuckled as she heard Amy's ridiculous nickname. "Hey, Blondie. Sorry I couldn't call you yesterday, I was swamped with work." Reagan tried to play her nervousness off as cool.
"Nah, it's all good. I had schoolwork so it was totally the last thing on my mind."
Reagan quirked an eyebrow, pride bruised. "Really?"
Amy stuttered through the phone. "Y-yeah."
Reagan smiled. "I can tell you're lying. Even through the phone. Jeez, you're a bad liar."
Amy scoffed. "Well, I never said I was a good one."
Reagan rolled her eyes, even though she knew Amy couldn't see her. "I didn't call so we can discuss you lack of lying skills. I wanted to know if you're free for lunch? You know, if you want to get to know each other?"
Amy's nervous chuckle flowed through the phone. "Jeez, I can feel your nervousness through my cell phone. Of course, I would love to join you for lunch. Problem is, I'm at school. You'd have to pick me up."
Reagan responded quickly. "No problem. I'm on my way now."
"Great!" Amy said excitedly. "I mean, cool. Cool."
Reagan laughed. "See you in a few."
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Amy had contain her girlish squeals. She had an actual date, not a fake or staged one. Amy was so caught up in her excitement, she forgot Karma was standing next her, staring expectantly at her. "So who was that?"
Amy jumped, yet again. "That was just—"
Amy was interrupted by her text tone going off. The text message read,'I forgot. Idk wat school u go 2?'
Amy smiled as typed out a response. When she was done, she turned to Karma. "I'm not going to be here for lunch. You're gonna be fine hanging out with Liam and Shane, right?"
Karma tried her best to hide her disappointment. She was left out of the loop. Again. "Sure. Go have fun with... whatever you're doing."
Amy smiled again and gave Karma a goodbye hug. "See you in fourth period."
Amy walked out of the school to wait for Reagan. As soon as she saw a black pick-up truck, she raised an eyebrow and walked to the passenger side. Reagan rolled down the window. "You coming, Blondie?"
"You use a pick-up truck to pick up girls? I don't know if I should be impressed with the level of corniness or mortified."
Reagan laughed. She liked this girl. Amy could actually get her to laugh. "Shut up and get in."
Amy climbed into the truck. "You know, this could count as abduction. But, I'll let it slide because you're hot and offering to buy me food."
Reagan chuckled. "Who said I was buying you food?"
Amy paused, feeling very suspicious. "What do you mean?"
Reagan smirked. "You'll see."
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